Paperwork; there was always so much god-damn paperwork. Paper work with no finite purpose was especially irritating. Today had already been too long; what with my most recent submissive's inopportune decision to take flight-things like these always happened at the most expedient of times. "We'll have everything straightened out and convene tomorrow morning if that's alright?" I looked up, my eyes scanning the table till they settled on the owner of said voice. I nodded, the frustration level rising with each passing second that I spent in doing anything other than finding some kind of release… Jesus Christ, I was horny. I gathered the documents that I'd more than likely find myself reviewing and correcting over the course of the next few weeks; I'd have to put my personal life to the side for the time being-despite my conscience frequent requests for otherwise.
It wasn't long that I'd been sitting at my desk, mulling over transcripts and documents sent over from our partners in Seoul- I'd be required to make a visit there; Korean's were known for their tact discipline-perhaps I may find an acceptable submissive there, before I'd been told by my assistant to expect the interviewer from Seattle Daily. I'd been spending the entirety of the most recent quarter denying any sort of interviews from said publication; however, determination proved to be the strong suit of one particular journalist: Blake Manchester. The name alone was conveniently demanding, let alone the woman it belonged too. I'd taken purpose in reviewing the qualifications of said reporter to know exactly what I was up against-now she had moxy, but I wasn't prepping myself for any hard core business questions, more or less teenage babbling about the sexual orientation of one of the top business leaders in Seattle.
"Ms Steele? Mr Grey on behalf of Ms Manchester?"
I wasn't particularly keen on surprises, ones like these however always wound me into favourable circumstances. I looked up from my computer, slid my Lou Boutins back onto my feet, and found my footing. He was tall, handsome, perhaps not as well kept as he could've been provided his likely position within such a prestigious publication firm… young, he looked young. I stretched my hand out to greet him, his eyes an impressive shade of blue, almost grey to one who observed closely. "Mrs Steele… Christian Grey. Ms Manchester is indisposed, so I'll be filling in on her behalf." Mrs? As if I weren't already dreading an interview, the preparation research that went into said interview had apparently been skipped; strike one for Mr Grey.
"I see. You're working as a reporter as well?" I asked him, taking time to review his face-to study him. He was wearing a crisp white shirt, top three buttons undone to allow for the tease that was the pectorals chiseled out underneath. I allowed my eyes to scan him, caring not for any sort of tea and bagel chatter that may evolve from a small coincidental possibility that I'd been checking him out. As he spoke, I allowed my gaze to descend below his belt; black polyester office attire pants and a form from beneath those pants that seemed as though it were capable of holding its own. I'd imagined from taking the time to admire him that he'd never understood real pleasure; pleasure that'd allow him to completely lose control. He'd need too.
"As I said, I only have ten minutes-please… have a seat."
I gestured to my desk and found my way back there as well. My hair had become too heavy to sit on my shoulders and I soon made an effort of taking it off my ears and pinning it up on my head. During said action, I'd taken note of Mr Grey's unwavering stare that'd found its way to my backside but quickly and surely made the journey back to my eyes hopefully before I'd noticed-so we had a biter.
The interview had begun as per usual-standard questions which typically initiated the same plastered response, negating any type of real interest. I was cognoscente of the fact that he'd wanted more; the questions were obviously not his, and staring at his mouth-watching it move while forging a listening ear every three or four seconds, that would inevitably result in me losing my patience. "What about you? Why don't you ask me a question… That you want to know?" I rose, demanding with said movement all of his attention, and sauntered across my desk and found my place in the lounge chair opposite my adorably sexy interviewer. I crossed my legs, the friction created by this movement, along with the tightness of my stockings causing a quake in my clitoris-I was aching for a submissive, but by no means would I underestimate the form of anybody.
"Earlier you self proclaimed that you are proud of the work you've done, proud of the titles you've been given… Why do I get the feeling that is not true?" He stared back at me, and in a minute my arousal was gone and all manner of colour with the exception of what's artificial had left my face. I'd been caught off guard-I'd never imagined that someone had actually been listening. My guard had been let down, I'd been caught unassumed, and in a matter of seconds I was four years old again…
"Mommy… Mommy!" I couldn't run fast like my mommy-she could run so fast. I tried though; I tried to run like her and that's why my belly always hurted after we would run, because I ran so fast. Finally we stopped, and when we did it was right in front of Sanji Mart-the place with the windows and big tv's. It was mommy's favourite place. She took my hand, she was so cold all the time…
"Baby, one day… You're gonna be such a big lady. You Know that?" She was talking small and I couldn't hear her. I knew what she was trying to say but I couldn't really because she was talking so small. I looked over her shoulder and I saw the bad guys coming. I was mommy's sidekick so I always had to tell her to run when the bad guys would come.
"Mommy look!" I yelled. I knew we would run again so I grabbed onto her jacket and we ran… We were always running…
"Ms Steele… Your next meeting is in the conference room." I blinked a few times, shaking each memory loose from my mind. I nodded and looked at Christian. "I'll be seeing Mr Grey out, delay the meeting… I'll be there." He was stunned temporarily, and I imagine that he'd revert back to the bumbling idiot that'd walked into my office to begin with, but he surprised me. "Thank you, Ms Steele… for sharing more than I'd anticipated." I studied him as he spoke, and I realized there were more dimensions to what I'd initially suspected… I wasn't sure what I'd thought of him now-I wasn't sure how much I'd like that.
I walked him to the elevator, each step analyzing him and making mental notes of his overall behaviour and conduct; I'd have nothing each time I'd revert back to my thoughts and what I'd gathered on why this man could've possibly managed to allow me to under or overestimate him. He was interesting, and I'd need to understand more of him. "I hope you'd got everything you're looking for." I said with reservation, my tone a lot more icy than I'd initially intended it. He didn't care, his lack of rejoinder indicated to me that he'd either been satisfied knowing that he'd left me bewildered or that he'd had no idea the effect he'd had on me. "I believe you only answered four questions Ms Steele." The elevator dinged and in a moment his exit was apparent; he turned and I quickly confiscated the piece of parchment that held the questions. I'd follow up where follow up was necessary, but I had full intention on finding out who he is.
"Christian…"
Anastasia…"
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