Hey Everyone,

This idea came to me from a picture, Nanny Application, that was posted from the group FSoG Fanfic Obsessed. I know I still have my other story but this will only be a short story, a couple of chapters total.

It's suppose to be humorous so if you don't find it funny or just plain stupid, I'm sorry. Just a little something lighthearted I came up with, so I hope you like it, and if not then thank you for reading it anyway.

I am in the process of writing the next chapter of A Different Path to Fifty so I hope to have an update here soon.

Thank you for reading and review if you want.

All characters belong to EL James.

Christian

KNOCK KNOCK

"CHRISTIAN!"

I spring up in bed suddenly from my mother knocking and yelling outside my bedroom door.

"What do you want?" I groan and run my hand through my messy hair.

"You need to get your lazy ass up and look for a job!" she yells through the door.

I roll my eyes then rub my face in irritation.

"I will when I feel like it! Please let me sleep for the love of god!" I yell and lay back down, pulling the covers over my head and go back to sleep.

That is short lived, when I feel someone yank my covers off of my body. I throw my hands up in the air and slam them back down on my bed forcefully.

"I'm trying to sleep here!" I say in aggravation.

"I don't care if you want to go back to sleep! You get your lazy behind out of this bed and go look for a job!" she stomps her foot.

Before I get to protest again, my idiot of a brother appears in the doorway and laughs hysterically at me.

"Fuck bro…you lazy…" he can't get the words out because he is laughing and rolling on the wooden floor of the hallway.

"Fuck off Elliot!" I shout.

"That's enough you two! Elliot get up and stop rolling on the floor like a buffoon. Christian get up out of this bed and go look for a job before I kick you out of this house. You are getting a job, and that is final!" she says to me sternly before she turns on her heel and leaves the bedroom.

I briskly sit up and yank the pillow off the bed and cover my face with it and yell inside the pillow in anger.

"Get your lazy ass up Christian" he chuckles and throws himself on my bed.

I yank my head off the pillow and throw it at him.

"Go away you prick" I scowl.

"No can do little brother. I have the perfect job for you" he beams and reaches for something out of his back pocket of his jeans and hands me a part of the newspaper.

I roll my eyes and snatch the paper out of his hands and look at it. My hands ball into fists, making the paper crumble on the sides when I see that he has circled an ad in a red sharpie. The mother fucker even put two big red arrows pointing to the words of the ad.

"What the fuck is this shit?"

"It's your next job" he gives me a cheeky grin.

"Like fuck it is!" I throw the paper on the floor and get up and stomp over to my bathroom.

Elliot is laughing away on my bed. I slam the door and strip off my clothes to take a shower.

Mother fucker is still laughing his ass off in my room. I roll my eyes and finish my shower. When I am done, I get out and dry off. I head over to my sink and wipe it off and stare at myself in the mirror. I see two bright grey eyes staring back at me. I scowl at my reflection and place my hands on either side of the sink and think about my life.

I finished college eighteen months ago, and I'm still unemployed. I attended Harvard, majoring in politics and economics. For some reason, nobody wants to hire me, and I don't understand why. My father is a well-known attorney, and my mother is a pronoun pediatrician here in Seattle. You would think with all of their connections in Washington; they could get me a job easily but nope. Nothing. Nada. Zip.

I went on many interviews with several companies with no such luck.

I mean yeah, I have a temper and most of those fat, bald idiots that interviewed me kicked me out of their offices because I made smart ass remarks to their many idiotic questions.

Interview #1

Bald Idiot: "Where do you see yourself in five years?"

Me: "Running my own company and running you out of business".

Interview #2

Bald AND Fat Idiot: "What is your biggest weakness?" "What is your greatest strength?"

Me: "I have a bad temper, but it's not that bad. I know how to read people, and what I think about you and your soon-to-be-failing company…"

Interview #3

Skinny Idiot with glasses: "Tell me about yourself?"

Me: "I'm Christian. I'm 23 years old. Born in Seattle, and I get laid a lot during the weekends". (I said this sarcastically).

Interview #4

Just Plain Dumb Idiot: "Why should we hire you?"

Me: "Because I am Christian Fucking Grey! What the fuck question is that? I will put this company on the map. I will own this shit…"

Yeah, those interviews did not go so well. I don't understand; I was owned those interviews. They don't know real talent when they see one. Fucking morons will be crawling on their hands and knees for my business when I get my company up and running.

There is only one problem with this, though…

"Christian hurry up and get ready!" my father bangs on my bathroom door.

I sigh. My dad won't lend me the money to start my company. I pitched him my idea, and he said I needed to work and save up money. He wasn't going to just hand me $100,000. I was going to have to work and save it all, like normal people. What bullshit.

I shake my head in annoyance and head out of my bathroom to put on my black suit.

I finish getting ready and look at myself in the mirror that is hanging on my bathroom door. I button my jacket and smile at myself. I look good.

Just when I am about to turn around the newspaper that Elliot gave me caught my eye. I bend down and again see the ridiculous ad that he circled. I shake my head and read it again…

NANNY WANTED

I Require a nanny for my three-year-old daughter in Bellevue, Washington.

Experience preferred but not required.

Hours will be M-F 7am-6pm. Must be available during weekends.

Cooking is required.

Must have reliable transportation

Attractive Salary and Perks Added

Email your resume and references to the email below:

Steeleindustries89

No Phone Calls Please!

I snort and rip the paper into tiny pieces and flick my wrist, making the pieces float to the floor.

Fucking moron. Elliot must be on something for even suggesting that job. What the hell? A Fucking Nanny!

I hate kids. I absolutely hate those little fuckers. Always drooling, crying, pooping, whining.

There is no way I will ever be a fucking nanny. I snort and straighten my suit for the second time and head out of my room to look for a job.

When I get downstairs, I am greeted by Elliot and my mother. She is stirring something in a pot while Elliot is sitting on the dining room table looking at his laptop. He raises his head and gives me a smug grin.

"What?"

"Mom, Christian has a job interview today" he smirks.

I frown while my mother spins around, causing some sauce that she was stirring to fall on her pristine white shirt.

"Oh that's wonderful darling!" she beams at me.

"What the fuck are you talking about Elliot?"

"Language young man!" she scolds me.

I roll my eyes and glare at my idiot brother who is still wearing a smug smile.

"You have an interview. She just emailed me back to say that you have a 12:30 appointment" he points at me.

"What appointment?"

"Your interview" he shrugs.

"I don't have an interview! I never applied to wherever she is from" I rapidly wave my hand towards his laptop.

"Oh you applied alright."

"I did not!" I yell.

"Christian calm down. Elliot what are you talking about?" she said.

"Come see for yourself bro" he smirks and gets up from his chair and points to his computer.

I huff in irritation and walk over to the computer. I bend down and see what the hell he is talking about.

My eyes go wide when I see the emails in front of me…

From: Steeleindustries89

Subject: Job Interview

Date: May 23, 2016 10:29am

To: Cdoghotstuff05

Dear Mr. Grey,

Thank you for applying for the nanny position.

If it is possible for you to come for an interview this afternoon?

Say 12:30? Please email me to confirm.

Thank you,

Anastasia Steele

CEO, Steele Industries

From: Cdoghotstuff05

Subject: Job Interview

Date: May 23, 2016 10:32am

To: Steeleindustries89

Hello,

I will be there at 12:30 sharp!

Thank you!

Sincerely,

Christian Grey

WHAT THE FUCK!

"Oh my…" my mother has her hand on her mouth trying not to laugh while my idiot brother bursts out laughing.

"What the hell did you do you prick!" I yell in his face.

The fucker just laughs harder. My mother is just full of giggles behind me.

"What the fuck is this shit! My application Elliot! Application. THE APPLICATION!" I bang my head on the table while Elliot has tears running down his face from laughing so hard.

My eyes are wild and frantic when I see the fucking application that he stupidly filled out for me.

Nanny Application

Name: Christian Grey

Address: Bellevue, Washington baby ;)

Age: Still hot and in my prime

What do you do in your spare time?

I love singing in the rain and walks on the beach with my furry friend named Santino.

Do you have any skills particularly suited to nanny work?

I JUST LOVE KIDS! I have experience with nap time and crying fits. I guarantee that I will have your child asleep in no time!

What is your philosophy on discipline?

Never spank them. I believe in the naughty step.

Do you consider spanking acceptable?

See answer above

Have you worked with children before?

Yes, I have! They love me!

What other career experience do you have?

I'm tired of answering questions. PEACE OUT!

"Oh my god bro. I haven't laugh that hard in ages!" he smirks at me.

I sit there stunned into silence, staring at the screen in horror.

"Elliot I can't believe you would do that" she shakes her head in disapproval but has a smile on her face.

"Oh come on! I didn't think they would agree to an interview. This chick must be out of her mind by agreeing to give him one. I mean his answers were ridiculous" he laughs while slapping his thigh with his palm.

That slaps me out of my funk. I stand up quickly and glare at the smug fucker.

"I never sent her this application! Why the hell did you do this?" I yell in his face.

"I was just having some fun. I didn't think they would agree to dude. Might as well go to the interview. Wouldn't want to stand her up, not very gentlemanly of you bro" he slaps me on the back and walks out of the dining room with a satisfied smile.

"Where the hell am I" I shake my head in disbelief.

"Well, darling…I guess you have an interview to get to" she gives me a sweet smile. She kisses me on the cheek and walks out of the kitchen.

I stand there like an idiot, wondering what the hell Elliot just got me into.

I groan and put my head in my hands and start to pace the dining room.

I stop and throw my hands up in defeat.

Fuck it! Let's get this over with. I'll go over there and do this stupid ass interview. I will go there, maybe ignore the chick, or give her dumb ass answers, and high-tail it out of there.

I take a deep breath and walk out of the kitchen and out of the front door to my car. I get inside my car, and I am about to turn it on when the passenger door opens, and Elliot climbs in and puts the seat belt on.

"What the hell are you doing?" I say in confusion.

"I wouldn't miss this for the world" he laughs and waves his hand towards the road in front of us.

I groan and bang my head against the steering wheel.

This is going to be a long ass day.

Ana

Earlier

"Ana quick come look at this!" Kate yells from inside her office.

I jump when she comes barreling into my office out of breath.

"I'm coming. I heard you" I roll my eyes and follow her into her office.

She is laughing the whole way to her desk. I stare at her dumbfounded.

What the hell is wrong with her?

"Look at this application we just received" she bursts out laughing when she pulls up the email.

I frown at her. I decide to humor her and look at her computer she has open on her desk.

My eyes go wide when I see the answers.

Oh good lord.

"What in heaven's name…" I whisper.

Kate bursts out laughing when she see's the last question.

"Oh my god Ana, you have to give this guy an interview!" she giggles.

I stare at her in shock.

"Are you serious right now? There is no way I am giving this nut job an interview! He is never getting within five feet of my daughter" I say in outrage.

"Oh come on Ana. This is so freaking funny. We have to know what this guy looks like" she smiles.

I stare at her like she has three heads.

"Kate, are you drunk right now?"

"No I am not drunk" she rolls her eyes.

"Then why would I give this idiot an interview?" I point to the screen.

"Were not going to hire this arrogant asshole. I just want to see what this guy looks like that's all. Aren't you a little curious to see what this guy is about? Who in their right mind would give anybody these answers? He apparently wants to play with you, so why don't we play with him in return?" she shrugs like it's no big deal.

"And do what Kate? Laugh in his face? Kate, we are business women. This is not the kind of example we want to make" I shake my head at her.

"Please, he is not going to do anything" she rolls her eyes again.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh heavily. I can't believe I am even considering this. I mean yes his answers are ridiculous, and I hate to admit that I am curious to see this Christian Grey.

Who in their right mind would put this down on an application? Of a nanny no less?

Walks on the beach with his furry friend named Santino?

Singing in the rain?

Naughty step?

Oh my god, still hot and in my prime?

I shake my head in disbelief. I chuckle to myself and close my eyes.

I bite my lip and wave my hand at the screen.

"Fine. Five minutes and that is it. That is all were giving this Grey guy" I gesture to her computer in disgust.

She squeals and claps her hands. She starts typing and laughing as she does. I roll my eyes and walk out of her office.

"12:30 be ready!" she yells happily.

"Alright!" I yell back.

I sit down at my desk and throw my head back on my head rest. I cannot believe I am doing this right now. What did I just do? Do I invite this wackjob to my place of business like it's no big deal?

What the hell have I gotten myself into? I shake my head. It doesn't matter. He won't get the job, and were in public so if this…weirdo tries anything funny; then I have plenty of security to take his ass down.

I look at the photo of my daughter that I have on my desk. I smile at her cuteness. Three years old/going on thirty. I shake my head and continue with my work.

This is going to be a long ass day.