She could still hear the deep, low, vibrate-me-to-my-core voice as Mr. Grey commanded her to get His suit ready, His smoky grey eyes lifting from the stack of paperwork on His desk to look in her direction for a moment. God...that was all it took...His voice...and a look. She flushed hard...feeling the color seeping into her cheeks.

She hurried into the adjoining room, carefully laying His expensive Italian, light grey suit out across His bed. Oh noooo...His bed...where He sleeps...among other things. Her mind wandered, wondering if He slept in the nude....her pink tongue flicked over her lower lip, then she sucked it into her mouth, biting the pad...lost in her little dream world.

"I'd love to bite that lip.." He murmured, no more than a foot or so behind her..

She flinched, startled out of her daydream by His voice, that seemed to have the ability to channel itself right to her midsection, doing strange and wonderful things, sending butterflies to run wild in her stomach. She started to turn and stammer.."So sorry Mr. G..." but His firm hands on her shoulders made her breath intake sharply, barely able to stand as her knees almost gave way underneath her.

She stood there, trembling under His touch, then felt His scorching breath against her neck, right below her ear. She swooned...He caught her...oh my god...she was in His arms....so strong...so powerful....so....so......HOT. She barely heard the next words, as His lips brushed against her ear as He whispered.."Take the rest of the day off. I've got business to take care of."

The words were still registering in her muddled brain as He helped her sit on the edge of the bed. She tried to collect herself, but....oh my fucking god....He took off His shirt....she couldn't stop staring. He was built like a fantasy...her fantasy....everything she ever thought about the perfect image of a man....He was it. She sat on the edge of the bed, trying to focus, urges to reach out and touch His washboard abs..feel them twitch and flex. She had to check her mouth, as it felt as if she was physically drooling.

"Out girl. I need to change, and your lip is distracting Me." He said with a smirk.

She barely made it out of the room, stumbling over her own feet...turning around just in time to see His pants drop..OH MY GOD...what an ASS! She fumbled through a half-assed process of grabbing her things, walking home quickly, thoughts of daydreams and toys filling her mind...

Christian finished dressing, chuckling over the obvious struggle the young woman was having keeping herself collected. He would definitely have to bite that lip later. He strapped on the two shoulder holsters, checking His guns and loading them before sliding them under His arms. He pulled the suit jacket on finally, smoothing it down, looking in the mirror to see everything was in place. The only thing missing was a woman on His arm...He looked over to see the cuffs on His nightstand. He'd have to rectify that later.

He walked back out to His desk, checking one last time, the new target had been ordered this morning. He looked at the name, and scanned the added picture, slipping it into His inside pocket. He was not responsible for the target herself, a Barbara Ashburn, but He'd surely pick off some of her bodyguards, giving one of the New York Hitmen a chance at a clear shot. He checked one last time to make sure He was prepared, then headed out the door, clearing His head for the job ahead.

He was newly Made, with Murder Inc., and He was bound and determined to do His part...

The train lurched just as Grey was about to squeeze the trigger, barely releasing pressure in time. He steadied Himself. He knew once the gunfire started, they'd be all over Him. He'd take out a couple of her bodyguards, and make the rest chase Him, picking them off as He went. He just hoped the Assassin taking Miss Ashburn down was ready.

Ashburn was sitting inside one of the cabins on the train, surrounded in a escort of bodyguards. Two more outside the door. Grey had the closest one dead on the first shot. The action got fast and furious, and Grey barely managed to fire the second shot before a bullet whipped past His head. He spun, not sure whether the second shot connected, but knowing He needed to put some distance on them before setting up another shot. He sprinted the length of the car, ducking bullets as they grazed His suit. AH SHIT....He just had the suit drycleaned, and He could already see a bullet hole.

He ducked into the next car, sliding quickly to the side, spinning and firing one shot, then decided to take a couple precious moments to aim, and make the next ones count. Aim....one....two....FIRE! The closest bodyguard slumped into the seat He was attempting to hide behind. Aim...one...two...FIRE! He managed to wing the next one, disabling the man's gun arm at least. He dashed down the length of this car, reloading as He ran, less bullets whizzing past, although one still tore a fresh lengthwise groove in His jacket's shoulder. He winced, realizing this suit was a write-off. Oh well, lots more where it came from.

There were only 3 bodyguards left chasing Him, so ducking through the door between the two cars, He spun, Aim....one....two...FIRE! Sweet head shot! Aim...one...two...FIRE! Shit...missed. The last two were barreling towards Him with remarkable speed. He grasped the steel rung beside Him, leading to the roof of the train, and scrambled up, leaning over the edge, both pistols aimed and ready to shoot them as they exitted the car.

First one through the door....BANG! The guard fell and the momentum took Him partway into the doorway of the next car. The last bodyguard was no where to be seen...He waited....almost holding His breath....still nothing. He turned, just in time to see a head and shoulders appear climbing over the other end of the car. Nice try....Aim....one.....two....threeeeee...FIRE! A perfect shot...right between the eyes....the momentum of the train sent the man forward, sliding nearly the length of the car before rolling off the edge as the train took a steep corner.

Grey reloaded, made His way to the back of the train, reholstered His guns, straightened His suit, and found a quiet cabin. His part was done, and He would find out later if the shot against Barbara was successful. His thoughts trailed back to the girl....and that damn tasty bottom lip of hers...