It was just a normal day working in the offices of Grey Interprises, when in walks the head honcho himself, Christian Grey. He heads his newly hired secretary, Anastasia Steele, with a stern look. "Good Morning, Mr. Grey." Ana says coldly. By his behavior Ana rightly assumes that Christian is a foul mood. He never seems to be in a light mood, or at least, carefree. He always behaved as if something was bothering him. "Morning, Ana. Did I recieve any call yet?" He said coldly as he stops short of himself. "The only call you recieve so far this morning was from a Mrs. Elena Lincoln. She wishes for you to return her call. She said, it's urgent." Ana said without looking up from her computer's bright blue homescreen with the Grey Interprises logo plastered on it.
"Did she give you the nature of the urgent matter?"
"No, sir. She just said to have you return her call."
"Alright. I'll be in my office. For now, hold all my meetings on schedule unless I tell you to change them."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Grey."
Christian walked away from Ana but allowed himself to glance backward. Normally, Christian only hired blondes, but with all of her qualifications (both bodily and experience), he would have been an idiot to pass her up. Ana caught Christian looking back at her and thought that she almost thought she saw a smile. "If sexual advances are the way to work up my stature in this company, I'll hand in my resignation right now." Ana thought to herself, though she did have to admit that the thought of Christian Grey smiling at her did make her melt. Still, she would never clue him in to that little secret, even if he asked. Okay, maybe if he asked the right way.
A ringing buzzer to the building woke Ana from her temporary daydream of Christian. When she looked up, a blonde older woman was standing outside the glasses with a small, mousy, blonde, who could have been her daughter. Ana buzzed the woman in. "Do you have an appointment with Mr. Grey?" "No. I do not. But then again, I do not need an appointment to see my Christian." The woman persisted past Ana and straight into Christian's office. All Ana heard was Christian scream, "Elena, what the hell?" before the door slammed in front of her. The younger blonde woman waited in a chair outside Christian's office.
"Elena, first you call here with "urgency", now you show up with some mysterious girl. Who is she and why in Christ's name would you bring her to my office?!"
"She is your new sub, Christian. You haven't had one in what seems to me to be a very long time, and I feel as though you need one. Unless, once again, you would like to loosen your grips on those chains you hold so dear." With her last statement, Elena Lincoln walked up to Christian in a seductive manner.
"Elena, I am the dom now. As you are full aware, but as I have not interviewed the girl myself, I will not be taking her as a sub." Christian with a face that said furious, but a voice that said zen.
"Oh, Christian, can't you trust my opinion. You used to value it so much."
"I do. Only now it is in a business pretext. I don't want you involved in personal life, so much Elena."
Mrs. Lincoln's face tightened quickly, Christian could easily tell that she was offended but he didn't really care. With a non-chalant expression on his face, Christian dismissed both Elena and the potential sub she had picked out for him. Elena would not leave without making some sort of point, so she slammed Christian's office door behind her. After Elena's loud, obnoxious, and boundless visit, Christian's day seem to drag on.
At about mid-day, he left the office for the first time. "I'm going to get lunch, Ana, I'll be back shortly." Before he officially left the building, Christian checked her out one more time, this time, without her noticing. "Easy Christian. Dating girls from the workplace is NOT a good idea. Neither is fucking them." Christian Grey came with his own set of morals for his own set of reasons. He was not going to break them for some secretary, no matter how hot she was.
Christian went left from his building to the deli called Chuck's down the road. As always, it was busy and people were running in and out of there for the lunch rush. One of the waiter's recognized him immediately and went to the front cash register. "Can I get a table for you Mr. Grey?" the waiter asked him, but gave him a very sexual glance. "Wow. That faces wreaks of non-obviousness." Christian thought to himself with quick chuckle. "Not today, Kevin. Just give me a quick turkey on wheat and put it on my tab." The gay waiter glanced at him once more, said, "Right away, Mr. Christian" then bounded toward the kitchen. About two minutes later, Christian was headed back to the office where Ana was enjoying a homemade pasta lunch with a bottle of water. Christian knocked on the glass to have Ana buzz him in.
Ana hit the buzzer, and Christian walked through the door to her. "Any calls, Ana?" Ana slurped up then swallowed a mouthful of pasta before speaking. "No, Mr. Grey, but you a have a meeting with marketing in thirty minutes." Christian allowed his mind to wander around the idea of what Ana would do with a dick in her mouth. "Stop it, Grey." He had to think and stop himself before he let a statement slip. "I'll be ready for that meeting. I'll be taking my office in my lunch. And Ana, let me know if my meeting runs past six-thirty so that I know to put overtime into your check this week." "Yes, sir." Ana's last words put a small, almost invisible, smile on Christian's face. "If I could get her in my play room, she'd be saying a lot more than that." Christian allowed himself a brief fantasy of a submissive Anastasia Steele, sitting before him on her knees waiting for his orders. Christian knew to stop himself. Ana wasn't the BDSM type. In fact, she made it very clear when she started working for him that any agressive behavior on his part would be the end of her working for him.
Christian's last meeting didn't end until eight o'clock that evening. As Ana is watching the meeting end, she decides to get her things together so that she could hurry and get home. She was starving and didn't realize that she needed to bring dinner to work with her. Mr. Grey's marketing staff all waved and/or in some way acknowledged her as they made their exit. With his final meeting done for the day, Christian begins to pack his suitcase and throw on his jacket. When he looks out the door, he sees Ana getting her things ready for her own departure. Christian walks out of his office and toward Ana who he notices looks a bit tired. "Long day, Ana?"Christian asked her, trying to make her smile so that his ride home wasn't unbearable boring. He needed something to think about, but he wanted to think about her. "You have no idea, Mr. Grey." she said, and Chrisitian got his wish as Ana cracked a small smile.
"Please, it's after work hours. You can call me Christian."
"No thank you, I don't believe in formalities with my employers."
"Well, would you believe in dinner with one? I know you're hungry. I could hear your stomach growl from in my office."
Ana blushed. "I am hungry. Would you like me to meet you at a restaurant somewhere?"
"I'll drive you it's not a big deal."
"But I would still have to come back for my car."
"Okay, how about I'll follow you to your house, and I'll drive you from there? That way your car is already home."
"No, thank you Mr. Grey." Ana pushed out the informality of using his last name. " I can drive myself. If you insist on treating me, this is my one condition. "
"Alright, Miss Steele. I'll let you drive your own car. Where would you like to go for dinner?"
"What about that little diner down the street? Chuck's? It's too expensive and I've never been."
"Sure, you know, that's where I get my lunches from."
"I know. I wish I could afford that." Ana finished getting ready then she and Christian headed toward the elevator. "So, Mr. Grey, I'll follow you to the restaurant, then I'll escort myself home." She made sure that Christian understood that last part, but in the back of his mind, he knew that would still follow her home to make sure that nothing happened to her as she drove home.
"Of course Miss Steele." Christian said with a wry smile. He could tell that Ana was trying to read him, but knew that she became frustrated when she realized that she couldn't because he was already analyzing her.
When Christian pulled in the Chuck's parking lot, Ana pulled up right behind him. Christian and Ana walked in together and Christian grabbed her hand. He didn't know whether he did it for himself or for the onlookers who were not used to seeing him with a woman in public. Ana flinched at the feel of Christian's hand in hers. It made her a bit nervous. All her days working in his office but now, she was nervous. Christian had never made a come-on but now Ana wasn't so sure that he wasn't attracted to her. Ana had honestly always that he was gay. Now here he is, holding her hand, in a public place. "Can I move my hand and still keep my job?"
"Mr. Grey, twice in one day. What a pleasure!" the same gay waiter from earlier was the first one to respond to the sight of him.
"Hi, Mark. I need a table for two this evening. And bring my a bottle of my favorite as well." Christian told the waiter. The waiter looked toward Ana, "You must be a special girl."
"Mark. Table. Bottle. Now, please." Christian was a bit more stern with him, then Mark gave a quick face that resembled something of jealousy toward Ana, the gestured for them to follow.
"Here you are, Mr. Christian. I'll be right back with your bottle of Chardonney."
Ana looked toward Christian with surprise, "Chardonney?! That's very expensive, Mr Grey."
"Think of it, as an official welcome present from Grey Interprises."
"Mr. Grey, I've been here for a year."
"And we've never given you an official welcome gift. The hospitality sucks here ever since the last girl quit."
"Okay, I guess... if it's work related."
"Good."
Mark the gay waiter came back with a bottle of Chardonney and two champagne flutes. "Once again, here you are, Mr. Grey." Mark handed Christian and Ana menus but Christian waved them off. "We'll have the parmesean pasta, keep the garlic bread coming, and don't go so heavy on the sauce. Miss Steele is a fitness fanatic." Mark nodded and went to report the order to the chef.
"How did you know I am into personal fitness?"
"I can tell you keep yourself in great shape Anastasia."
"How do you I don't just have a high metabolism?"
"Because of your lunch. It was very small. With no bread, and a bottle of water."
"Oh. You read people very well, Mr. Grey."
"Miss Steele, please, call me Christian. It is way after work hours, and I become informal after work hours."
"Alright Christian. As long as I can be formal tomorrow morning."
"Of course."
Over the course of the meal, Christian asked Ana questions that he was already aware of the answers, but he figures that he needs to make small talk. At the end of the meal, Ana puts on her jacket and gets ready to leave. Christian stood, gave Ana a kiss, and sat back down. "Are you not leaving, Christian?"
"I am not." Christian had decided against his original plan. He decided he would stay at Chuck's at the bar to finish up a few things from work.
"Alright. I'll see you in the morning, Mr. Grey." Ana smiled and walked away.
"Bright and early, Miss Steele." Christian smiled as he watched her walk away, and headed for the bar. Christian Grey sat at the bar for about 2 more hours, finishing details from work before he finally decided to head home. "What do I do now?" Christian thought to himself. He had never been in this situation before. He officially knew that he was crushing on one, Anastasia Rose Steele.