Anastasia Steele was a confident young woman, but that wasn't always the case. Husband number 3 had done a number on her and it took a conversation between Kate and José for her to believe what Kate had always told her. She remembered it like it was yesterday.

"Hey, José," Kate said opening the door wider for him. Ana pretended to be asleep the last thing she needed was José's puppy dog eyes staring at her like he was dying of thirst.

"Jesus, why don't you just ask her out?" Kate grumbled clearly annoyed at whatever José was doing. She could guess he was staring at what he thought was her sleeping form.

"I don't think I can handle her rejection." He moaned pathetically. Ana was grateful she had her back to the room or else he would have surely caught her rolling her eyes. "Anyway, she has no interest in anybody."

"She doesn't see what the world does… she is stunning, fuck that breathtaking and yet…" Kate stopped clearly at a loss.

"I'm not going to lie I'm for one I'm glad she doesn't or else she probably would have taken up with one of the many guys constantly telling me how lucky I am to be able to hang with her whenever I want." You could hear the annoyance and disdain in his voice.

"As much as your gawking can sometimes border on creepy… I understand the attraction. God knows I'm not into girls, but I'd have her in a heartbeat." Kate laughed, I'm guessing at the look on José's face.

Ana had taken great satisfaction in telling Kate she heard the conversation, for the first time she rendered Kate speechless. It led to Ana doing the boldest thing she'd ever done. She smashed her lips against Kate's, plundering her mouth, tongues dueling for control one Ana easily won. The power she felt as Kate's body melted against hers was exhilarating.

"Mr. Grey will see you now, Miss. Steele." Ana agreed to do the interview for Kate simply because she owed her best friend more can she could ever repay. Kate had fought and hounded for this interview for almost two years and Ana wasn't going to let a little thing like her best friend getting the flu stand in the way. Granted she knew nothing about the man. If this had been a year ago Ana would have stood out in the sea of blondes for all the wrong reasons. But thanks to Kate she was dressed appropriately in a knee length gray pencil skirt, black dress shirt and Kate's red-patented Jimmy Choo's. Walking in heels was not easy; every step was taken with care and precision to avoid a face plant.

"Miss Kavanagh," he said as she opened the door and carefully stepped into his office. He was attractive, sinfully so. Tall and impeccably dressed in a gray suit, white shirt and black tie. She didn't miss the way his eyes raked over her body. Over the last year Ana had learned the imaging you naked look, this went far beyond that.

"No, Miss. Kavanagh is indisposed at the moment, so she sent me. I'm Anastasia Steele, hope you don't mind."

"No Miss. Steele, I don't mind." He really didn't. He needed to behave he was sure she caught him eye fucking her, but she ignored it like a girl who was used to such looks. Looking like that who could blame the male species.

Ana sat down her attention catching the painting. "Local artist…"

"Trouton," she answered much to his surprise. "Has a way of raising the ordinary to extraordinary." She murmurs taken in by the painting.

"I couldn't agree more." His soft melodic voice bringing her attention back to the room. She pulled her neatly folded paper from her bag and hit the record button on her phone.

"Is that the new Blackberry?" He asked surprised considering he had to wait like everyone else till next month to get his hands on one.

"It was a gift," she answered with an air of nonchalance. Of course, a girl like her would have a boyfriend showering her with gifts. The thought annoyed him more than it should. He could certainly give her that and more if she would bend over for him and let him spank that ass pink… "Shall we start?" She asked clearing her throat. Shit, he'd been caught eye fucking her again.

"Yes." He tried not to shift in his seat but fuck his cock had woken up and he needed to adjust his trousers.

He could tell she was bored by the questions and more so his answers. If she wanted interesting answers she should ask an interesting question. She had gone from bored to displeased when he spoke about the control he had and not having a board to answer to. His arrogance put her off and he was pissed off with himself for trying to win her back and yet the more he talked the more he felt he was losing her. She is not yours to lose Grey, yet.

She let out a soft giggle before biting her lips to control it. Jesus, the cock he had forgotten about reminded him he was still there and very curious about the girl sat in front of him. " You look amused by the next question."

"Thank you for granting the inter…"

"Your last question Miss. Steele." His voice sounded abrasive and colder than he intended.

"I know the answer to that question," she responded with just as much harshness to her voice.

Is this little girl trying to go toe to toe with me? "But I would still like to hear it." He softened his voice and dropped a panty-dropping smile and all he got was an eye roll. She could try the patience of a saint.

"Miss. Steele, do not roll your eyes at me, its down right disrespectful." He barked.

"Do you know how many times you've rolled your eyes since I entered this room." He knew he had but was not expecting her to call him out on it.

"It's not intentional," he said the coldness sipping back into his voice.

"Neither is mine. Thank you for the interview. Good day, Mr. Grey." She walked to the door and stopped. "Miss. Kavanagh wanted to know if you are gay, but, by the way you were eye fucking me I'm confident the answer is no." Before he could say anything Andrea opened the door informing him of his next appointment.

"What the fuck just happened?"