AN:/ Today as I work this story idea came to me, and I realized that I had to start writing it. This story will be very Au, the characters will be OCC, but I know that it will have an HEA. So please read and review! I'm currently rating this as T, but I'm sure it will go up!

I couldn't help, but roll my grey eyes as I put on the nicest suit that I owned. The suit wasn't cheap; actually it had been far from cheap. I walked into the living room to see my brother lying on the couch, dying. "Why can't you just cancel the meeting?" I couldn't believe that I had gotten talked into this, but he was my brother right? That what brothers are supposed to do for each other according to my mother. "I mean, I'm sure that you can reschedule."

Elliot coughed a few times, and pushed himself up to a sitting position. "Actually," he managed, weakly. "I've already canceled twice, and this girl isn't going to give me another chance. Please, bro?" Elliot's very sick eyes pleaded. "You don't even have to know anything. All you have to do is show her that the company is interested." He turned towards me, and spoke very carefully. "Ana Steele. That's who your meeting is with. Ask for Ms. Steele."

I groaned, and stared down at the building plans that Elliot and his team had come up with. My brother had an architect company, while my small company specialized in book and editing. "Come on," I crossed my arms over my chest. "Don't you have one your guys do this for? I'm hardly the guy for the job." It wasn't that I thought I couldn't do it, but this was my one day off and I didn't want to spend it working.

"They're all busy," he croaked out, and handed me a few papers. "Seriously, just do this for me." He lay back down, and I rolled my eyes. "It will be simple, and you'll be back before you know it."

I took the papers, and sighed softly to myself. "Fine," I reached down adjusting my suit. "You'll owe me!" I called out, and headed for the door. "Don't touch my booze!" I called, and knew that no matter how ill my brother was he loved to get into my things.

I walked over to my black Chevy Tahoe, and jumped into it. It wasn't the coolest car on the planet, but it did manage to get me to work every day. My company Grey Enterprise was coming along and it was going to take a long time as I was struggling to find my own funding. Both my parents had been well off and made sure that my brother, sister, and I had the best. I was grateful that they had paid for my college education. I hit the highway getting lost in the driving, grateful that the traffic wasn't too bad right now. I reached over turning on the stereo, and heard the classical music float through the car. I had always been into classic music which my brother often found as a tool to tease me.

The car ride seemed to pass by quickly as I found myself pulling into the parking-lot, relieved that I had found the building without any trouble. I parked the car, and headed into the building and realized that Elliot failed to mention anything about this woman. I was going to have to thank him for that later. I walked into the building, and headed towards the large desk in the center of the room. "Hi," I flashed the woman a polite smile. "I'm here for a meeting with Ms. Steele."

The woman typed a few things into her computer, before looking back up at me. "Ms. Steele's office is located on the 10th floor of the building." Her hand pointed towards an elevator in the corner. "If you take that elevator to the 10th floor, you'll find her office. They'll help you from there."

I quickly thanked the woman, and headed up in the elevator. I leaned against the cold wall, and blew out a breath. I had been to hundreds of meeting before this, but this time I was unprepared. The elevator dinged, and I stepped out of the elevator to see a waiting room in front me. It had a few nice chairs, divided by woodened coffee tables filled with old magazines. I walked up and was surprised to see a man sitting at the front desk. "Hello," I greeted, trying for his attention. "I have a meeting with Ms. Steele."

The man typed a few things into his computer, and looked up at me. "Mr. Grey is it?" The man asked, and I responded by nodding my head. "If you'll have a seat, Ms. Steele will be with you as soon as she can." He flashed a soft smile before turning back towards his computer.

I sat down as I held the papers that Elliot had given me. I figured that I might as well glance at them before the meeting. The papers were blueprints which I could only assume of a building that he was going to design and build for this woman. I had seen blueprints before, but they were never my cup of tea. It was a stunning office much bigger than the one that I worked at, and I couldn't help but feel a hint of jealously. I tried to shake it off as I should just be happy for her success.

The man who had been sitting at the desk stood from his chair and headed over to the stunning glass doors. "Ms. Steele will see you now." He stood waiting for me to get to the door, and opened the door me. "Enjoy your meeting." He spoke.

I walked into the office in complete awe at the stunning office that I had just walked into. It was huge office that had several giant windows letting the light flood into the room. A stunning large desk sat at the edge with chairs around it. My eyes turned towards the woman standing in front me. Just as with the office she was stunning beautiful looked as if she had just stepped off a Victoria Secret runway. Her long brown hair draped down her shoulders in long luscious curly, and her blue eyes stood with just the right amount of make-up. She was wearing a long black dress that clung to every piece of her, and revealed just enough coverage to keep my eyes on her. "Mr. Grey," she held out her hand for me to shake. "It's so nice to finally meet you. I've heard wonderful things about your company." She flashed a polite smile at me. "I'm Ana Steele."

I reached over and shook her hand. I forced a polite smile as I looked at this successful woman. "Actually, I'm Christian Grey," I clarified clearing my voice. "Elliot was sick so he couldn't make it. He sends me instead. I hope that's okay?" I can't believe that I'm actually rambling with this woman, and shake my head. I was a confident man, I always had been but she seemed to imitate me.

"Of course it's fine," she gestured towards the visitor chair in her office for me to sit. "That's a nice favor to do for your brother. Now, let's get down to business. Your brother said over the phone that he had a few different ideas for me." She raised her brows, waiting for me to continue.

I nod my head, laying the papers that Elliot had given me on her desk. "The plan that Elliot has for you is wonderful. Every project that my brother does he does well." I didn't know much about this, but I wanted to make sure that I could sell the product. "These are a few ideas that we've come up with." I pointed to two of the different blueprints.

Ana leans over studying the different blueprints, and turned her attention back towards me. "These look all very nice, but I'm not much of a blueprint person myself. Can you explain the idea's that are shown here?" She pointed to the blueprint that had much more design on it.

Crap, how was I supposed to explain that I didn't know much about this than she did? "The idea's that my brother has in this one are…" I paused and shrugged my shoulder, there was no way I could bullshit my way out of this one. "In all honesty, Ms. Steele, I don't know much about these either. I don't work for my brother. I'm just doing this as a favor for him."

"I see," she leaned back in her chair, and studied me for a moment. "What do you do, Mr. Grey?" It seemed like a simple question, as if she had forgotten all about the blueprints and the designs.

"Me?" The question had caught me off guard, since I didn't expect her to ask about me. "I run a small publishing company." I answered, and was very proud of everything that I had accomplished in my life. It did made my accomplishment seem small when compared to this woman. "Why?" I crossed my legs. "Why ask about?"

"Curious," she pushed herself away from her desk, and stood onto her feet and grinned over at me. "So your brother wanting my business so bad sends his brother who has nothing to do with this, but is actually a publisher? Interested," she walked over, until she was in front me. "Now, that's very interesting." She leaned over and took a small card off her desk. "You tell your brother that he has my business, and I can't wait to work with him. Shame that you don't work with him I would have been able to see you more."

I let out a breath of relief glad that I hadn't completely screwed up my brother's deal. I looked at Ana for a long moment, why would a woman in her position want to see more of me. "I don't understand," the words flew out of my mouth before I realized that I had. "Why do you seem so interested in me? You barely know me."

A slow smirk spread across her face, as if there was something funny that I had said. "You just seem to interest me, Mr. Grey. I like people." Her voice was soft but was filled with confidence. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Grey?"

"No," I snapped out and hoped that I hadn't come across rude. "I mean, I wouldn't want to keep you. I'm sure that you're a very busy woman." I stood on my feet, and turned towards the door. "I wouldn't want to keep you." I wanted to stay, but I was pretty damn sure that I was just one of her many meeting of the day. It was nice thought that she would have been interested in me, but I was pretty positive that she was just being polite.

Ana's piercing blue eyes darted towards me, and made me sigh softly. It was utterly stunning the effect that she was having on me. It wasn't the first time that I had been captivated by a woman like this, but I knew with her that I didn't stand a chance. She probably had some super rich very successful boyfriend. "I can always make time for those who want me to," she whispered, and turned towards the door following my gaze. "If you must go," we walked, and she opened the door for me. "Goodbye, Mr. Grey."

"Goodbye, Ms. Steele." I shook her hand, but this time I couldn't help but notice a small current go through our hands. I heard her gasp, and she let go of my hand. I took in a deep breath, and turned walking away from her office back into the elevator. As soon as I stepped into the elevator I leaned against the wall. I mentally cursed myself, and was trying to get Ms. Steele out of my mind. I stepped out of the elevator and headed into the parking-lot.

The ride back home seemed to go by much faster, but Ana and her stunning eyes still lingered in my eyes. I had never been one of those guys that seemed to linger on girls, especially girls like her. I pulled back into the drive-way, parked the car and headed back inside. I walked in the door and smirked as I saw Elliot watching one of those sappy daytime soap operas. "Enjoying yourself?"

Elliot jumped up seeing me, and quickly turned off the TV. "So," he spoke, running a hand through his hair. "How did the meeting go? You didn't screw it up did you?"

I scoffed, and rolled my eyes seeing an empty whiskey glass sitting on the table next to Elliot. I walked into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of whiskey before walking back into the living room. "Have some faith, Elliot," I flickered the card that Ana had given me. "She said she would love to work with her, and to give her a call when you feel better."

A grin spread across Elliot's face like wildfire. He glanced up at me, and frowned seeing that I was drinking the glass of whiskey. He knew that he was caught. "That's awesome!" He exclaimed, and coughed a few times. "What was she like?" He had never actually seen the woman.

I pressed my lips together, and sipped my whiskey. "She was," I took in a deep breath looking for the right words to describe her with. "She's beautiful, successful, intense, almost intimating, and so different than I thought." I could go on about her, but she was different, and a woman that I wanted to know more about.

Elliot smirked, and crossed his arms over her chest. "It sounds that Christian in love," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. "How cute, Ms. Steele and Christian sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love…" He mocked, and laughed to himself.

"Shut up!" I told my older brother, and sipped my whiskey. I wasn't in love with the woman, but I did find her utterly interesting. I turned towards the kitchen to get some more whiskey, but I figured that it didn't matter because I was never going to see this woman again. I had to get Ana Steele out of my mind, but I didn't want to.