Urgghh. Today is turning out to be the worst day ever. Friday I made partner at the law firm I work for, Reed&Reed, and my co-workers thought it would be fun to throw me a congratulatory party. I told Paul, another partner at the firm, that my parents were taking me out to dinner Saturday so my co-workers thought; why not throw a party on Sunday. When I woke up today with a massive hangover, as this was my second time ever being drunk, I knew this was going to be a bad day. My dad also asked me to help out a military buddy of his with an assault charge that he got during a bar fight. When I met the guy this morning I did not expect him to be so uncooperative. And to top it all off the line at the coffee house across the road from my work is huge and I need my coffee to numb this head ache. So here I am, standing in the line at a coffee house, waiting for someone to take my order.

I guess I should be happy that I just made partner at 22, making me the youngest partner of any law firm in Seattle ever, but this hangover was making that so fucking hard. I remember when I first interviewed for Reed&Reed at 19. Mark Reed offered me the job so quickly saying that I was the first child genius they had ever interviewed. Even though I told him I wasn't a child genius or any type of genius repeatedly, just a girl who graduated high-school at 16 and law school at 19, he still looked at me with his eyes shining like he had just won the lottery. If he wasn't a completely harmless 52 year old man with salt and pepper hair and a slight beer belly, I would have been apprehensive about the way he was looking at me.

I did research on all the 5 law firms I applied for and Reed&Reed along with Grey&Adams were the most successful by far. Grey&Adams was owned by a Melinda Adams and Carrick Grey but Melinda retired just a couple of months previous of my application, while I was still attending Harvard law. Even though the law firms were doing equally as well I thought I would play it safe and accept Reed&Reed's offer as Grey&Adams had just lost of its owners and major attorneys.

"What do you want, ma'am?" A sarcastic voice dragged me out of my thought and into the here and now. I pulled my eyes down to the face of a woman in her late 20's with her messy blond hair hidden under a cap reading 'cherry street coffee house'. Her t-shirt read the same words. Her face was covered in what looked like three layers if make up, she looked like she would be quite pretty if it wasn't for,what I can only assume is, a permanent scowl on her face and the make up.

At first I am quite taken back by her rude tone but I quickly recovered as I am very familiar by women like her that feel they need to be rude to show people they're better than them, or at least think they are. If this were any other day I would totally hand this bitch her ass very publicly but I'm not in the mood and I just really want my coffee and maybe something to nibble on, having missed breakfast, so I just reply "A Caramel macchiato and a slice of the banana nut load" in a cold but also very bored voice. She looks shocked, like she was looking for a confrontation and was sure I would give her it. She asks for my name after I pay and hands me my banana nut loaf before telling me to take a seat. I never give my real name in these places, and since I have been frequently visiting this place over the past couple of years I have kind of just stuck with the name 'Alex'.

I take a seat and patiently wait for 'my name' to be called while massaging my temples with one hand and picking at my well deserved snack with the other. The familiar chime of the door opening rings. I don't look up as i fear any sudden movements will worsen my headache but when I hear gasps and very audible whispers of women saying 'I want him' and 'damn, he's FINE' my interest is piqued.

I look up to see whomever it is that these woman are staring at and my jaw goes slack. Standing there in a Timothy Everest black single-breasted three-piece suit with gray pinstripes, white shirt and gray and black silk tie was the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on. His unruly 'just fucked' copper hair was accompanied by Adonis like features that made many of the women, some of the men and almost me swoon. After the Adonis order his coffee he stepped to the side but didn't sit down as all the tables were occupied and, much to everyone's disappointment, he didn't look like he wanted to share.

He looks up from his blackberry that has been glue to his hand since her entered and made direct eye contact with me. My eyes lock onto his, sky blue to stormy grey, and I feel unable to look away and I almost blush. BLUSH?! ME?! I almost never blush anymore, not since I became a lawyer anyway and this guy that I have never spoken I is almost making me blush. Just when I am about to force myself to look away, the snotty barista gains my attention.

"A caramel macchiato for Alex" she says in the same bored voice i used when addressing her earlier. I walk up to the counter as does the mysterious grey eyes stranger. My table is quite far from the front so it takes me quite sometime to get there and the Adonis has started making his way towards the front also. I watch the snotty barista as she stops ogling the grey eyes stranger and visibly pales. I can't make out what she is saying but she is stuttering and it looks like she is making excuses. The Adonis' rigid back and finger pointing is highlighting his displeasure. I get closer and I can finally make out was his baritone voice is saying

"You would think you would be able to remember such a simple order" he booms in a sarcastic manner.

"Sir…uhh…that isn't your-" she stammers before getting cut off by Adonis.

"And don't try and tell me it isn't my order. I told you my name as Alex and this is obviously my order. Jesus Christ! A strong black coffee with 2 sugars, is there someone more professional and able I can talk to?' He sneers. I side step the Adonis to ask for my drink.

"Excuse me? Is my order ready? You called my name". The Adonis stops his tirade when her hears my voice and takes his drink off of the work top.

"You know what?! Fuck it!" He says his eyes burning into the side of my head even though I know he's talking to rude barista.

"Wait mister! That drink isn't yours!" The barista said; her voice holding a lot less confidence then I think she hoped for.

"What are you talking about?! I just told you my names Alex!" He says stepping in front of me and dramatically gesturing around himself for emphasis.

"Actually that's my drink and I'm Alex" I say behind him hoping to finally get my hands on some caffeine.

He turns around abruptly causing my caramel macchiato to spill all over my front. "Ahhhh…huuh…huut…hottt" I exclaim jumping up and down and leaning forward to try to get my the hot liquid of my skin while trying to get my point across.

"Holy shit ahh, um" he stumbles over his words looking for…something? I'm still jumping up and down at this point, minutes away from pulling my blouse off. He turns around and reaches over the counter, grabbing the jug of water, before turning back around and throwing it all over the front of my favorite now ruined blouse, instantly cooking me. I look up from my leather laser cut Ralph Lauren blouse, that is not dripping a mixture of coffee and water onto my basket stitched pencil skirt, and land my eyes and into grey orbs that are now looking apprehensive and wary.

"Holy freck! Did you really just scold me?!" I looked at him in disbelief as my blood boiled and if this were a cartoon there would definitely be steam coming out of my ears. I didn't give him time to answer but quickly interjected, answering the questing for him. "No, the truth of the matter is that you didn't JUST scold me, you also ruined my favorite blouse, which is now see-through! Thank you very much!"

"Hey listen!" He almost yells. YELLS?! He thinks he can tell when he just spilt my own drink all over me. "I'm sorry about spilling the drink on you but in my defense I did cool you down with the water."

"Wow! You'd be a great addition to the Seattle fire department, you could go around making fires and then say 'hey it's alright guys, I put them out'. Are you that much of an idiot?!" I am fuming and from the look of his, now almost black eyes, I think he is as well.

"I don't know who you think you are but I am christian grey so dot you dare even think you can talk to me like that! You're the one who was standing right behind me while I was putting the idiot barista in her place!" We are now having a screaming match in the middle of the coffee shop. Christian Grey? Why does that name should so familiar.

"You're name isn't even Alex and you were bitching about my drink?! What the fuck asshole?!" He looks shocked that I don't recognize who he is. Why would I? He seems to regain composure and I drop my eyes back to my blouse to see whether it's salvageable. I inwardly sigh, it's not. I glance at his hands and see that they are now tightly clenched.

I look back up at him when I hear him speak. "The drink thing was a misunderstanding. You can't stand there and scream at me for an honest mistake you idiot! And as for the blouse…" he looks down at my chest making me feel self conscious. "I'll buy you a new one but I must say, I'm quite liking how it looks now." He looks up at me when I start to curse.

"Eyes up her, you pig! And I don't want you to buy me a new one, a new one wouldn't be my favorite now, would it?!" I am getting really pissed off and that stupid beautiful smirk on his flawless face is aggravating me.

"Don't be mad Alex, if you give me your number I will take you out on a shopping spree and you can get as many blouses you want." The more this asshole speaks the more I want to punch him. I haven't got my share of caffeine, I'm soaked and I forgot my blazer in my office so I have nothing to cover my now visible bra and boobs with. I look at him with a sneer on my face and my eyes filled with contempt while his eyes are filled with humor. I turn on my heel and begin to stomp my way towards the door.

"Aww come on Alex, I was serious about buying you the blouse!" He booms.

"Yeah, fuck you!" I scream but not before hearing his whimsical laugh that goes straight to my crotch.

Urghh. Fucking Christian Grey.

Hi, this is my first fanfic. Don't know if I should continue. Tell me what you think. Please review.

-midnight xxx