Ava Stonem was your fairly average, all American, female. Smart girl but never found anything that could fully clasp into her attention. She was an average A student in high school, excelled in a local college in the state of Washington, dated but never loved, and felt that her life needed a good old fashioned change.

Today was my first day at my new job. Great. Sure, I needed work, but this wasn't what I needed to be doing. I guess editing articles at some publishing place would work just fine for now. I am good with writing, I'm good with correcting mistakes. I can do this. I can get by these next...however many months until I find something that I want to be doing. Something that in excited to wake up for. But for now, I'm making coffee in my small studio apartment and listening to my iPod throughout my surround sound. This morning started out like any other. Awoke. Rolled out of bed. Went for a morning run in the chilly Seattle air. Showered. Brewed some coffee while I got ready. And now I'm running out the door with my thermal. Don't want to be late for my first day at a new job! May not be my passion, but I'm still going to attempt to make a good impression.

"Oh, hello Ava!" I hear while speed walking to the elevator.

"Good morning!" Without even a glance behind me.

Sure, I am friendly with my neighbors but right now I don't have time. I cannot recognize your voice so you'll have to wait until later to make small talk. Sorry.

I climb into my small 2001 Ford Focus, plug my iPod in, and have background music to my drive to work. Not too far, only about 10 blocks. At least we have designated parking spaces so I'm not driving around aimlessly praying for one to open up.

Walking through the lobby, stride in check, skirt covering my arse, I'm ready for work. I'm ready to impress. And I even might be ready to see if I have any attractive coworkers to help me through my days here. Floor 28 in this obscenely modernized building, is where I'm headed. Upon arrival I'm greeted by many and placed in my new cubical to begin small tasks to get into my daily schedule and ease into this kind of work.

It's 11:30 when I glance at the clock on my laptop. Well. Where did the time go? I gather my bag and keys and start to casually walk through the cubicals to reach the elevator. One moment I'm standing vertical, and the next, I'm crumbled on the floor, ass up. Shit.

"Holy fucking hell! I am so sorry! I should clean this place up a bit!" A man calls out while trying to leave his personal cubical. He seems sincere, and I'm not upset, just a tad embarrassed. It seems his briefcase bag was sticking out of his cubical entrance. Well, hell.

"It's alright, really." There's a small smile playing on his lips, and I know he's trying not to laugh. I start cracking up right then and there on the floor. Suddenly there are hands on me and he's helping me up.

"Well, alright. If you say so. Let me buy you lunch at least. My names Kal."

"Ok Kal. I'm new here and don't have many friends, so yes. You may buy me lunch. Name's Ava. Nice to meet you."

After I dusted myself up, wewent to a small cafe down the street. And ended up having a good, casual lunch. I had a feeling we will get along just fine. Maybe working here wouldn't be such a drag. Kal had worked for the company for two years and said it's fairly calm. Kal was engaged and deeply in love with a lucky girl named Samantha. I'm glad he's happy, but he can't seem to stay off the topic of his love life. Oh well, if you're in love..well I guess you're in love.

We were just getting into the elevator at the office and pressing the button labeled, "28" when a man came jogging into the elevator. Holy fuck. Was all I was thinking while observing this elegant, godly man. All I could see was the side of him and good god, what a portfolio he had. Chiseled jaw, almost black messy locks of hair that hung over his forehead, fit build, and long dark lashes.

Kal bumped into my side to get my attention.

"You've got a little bit of drool on the corner of your mouth."

I giggled and playfully punched his shoulder. Oh. The mystery man stole a glance at me and I straightened up real fast. His eyes! Cobalt blue and crystal. Oceans. Oceans could be seen through his eyes. Who are you?! Our gazes caught ahold of one another andthe elevator was silent. All except my breath being unleashed after not knowing I was holding it. Oh. Shit.

A playful smile played on the mystery mans lips. Mocking, almost. Did he notice me staring? Well shucks. Almost as soon as his eyes left mine, my cheeks were the color of a tomatoe. The doors opened and he casually strolled through them. We're all going to the same place, I see. Trying not to stumble in Kal's shit as I walked past his cubical, I lost sight of the god. Back to work I suppose.

At 2 o'clock I was called into a "plan for success at this company" meeting. After hanging up the line I gathered myself and proceeded to the conference room. As soon as I knocked and was confirmed entrance I saw that the god was sitting at the end of the table. Well well well.

"Ava! Welcome! Come, sit." Mr. Jensen, the manager of my department, said.

"I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Christian Grey, the CEO of Grey Enterprises." He pointed out the godly man in the room and I instantly flushed. Well hello! Game on. Time to make a good impression.

"Sir." I smiled and shook his masculine hand. Ugh, how I'd thoroughly enjoy these hands other places.

Mr. Jensen proceeded to discuss my future with Grey Enterprises, but I wasn't paying attention to him. I couldn't stop stealing glances at Mr. Grey. Oops. He caught me. Uh oh.

After being dismissed from the conference room and the war raging with my bladder, I made my way to the little girls room. Shit! It was occupied. Waited. Waited. Waited. Nearly 10 minutes later I got fed up. Screw it. I'm using the men's room.

After taking care of my bladder issue and washing my hands I proceeded out the door, casual enough to not draw attention. Slamming into a body on my way out was not planned, of course. I need to clean my act up today.

"Ms. Stonem. Wasn't expecting to find you coming out of there." Oh. Fuck. It's him. I glance up and meet his eyes automatically. Regretful because I can't look away. I have no words.

"Uh. Um. Yeah. I really had to go..." What the fuck was that Ava!? Way to go!

A chuckle. I heard a chuckle.

"Well, okay then. Seems reasonable." He blatantly replied. I hadn't moved from the door frame and he hasn't made any efforts to let me around him. This is awkward.

"If you'll excuse me, I must get back to work." I tried to give him the hint. I think he enjoys seeing me squirm. Hm.

"Not quiet yet." I heard his reply, but didn't have the chance to say anything before I was being pushed back into the bathroom, by Mr. Grey. Okay.

The door was locked.

He looked at me as though I was his pray.

Should I move?

Should I leave?

Do I want to?

Without an answer to any of my internal struggles, my lips were attacked by his rough mouth and my legs were locking around his waist.

"Oh!" I managed to gasp out.