I start the recorder and take one last look at her… Miss Steele, she nods at me and leans forward a bit, showing me some cleavage… intentional? Surely not, I shake my head and look down at my first question, "You're a young and highly successful woman, to what…" she cuts me off "To what do I owe my success? Come on, I get this from every man that comes in here." I was a bit taken aback by her response but pressed further "It's just, one of the questions here… I'm sorry," my lack of alphaness is obviously showing at this point, why oh why am I so bad with women? "That's fine, my success is down to hard work and knowing my business inside and out. I am a very picky woman Mr. Grey and as such I choose to have the people around me from which I can extract success." Typical rich person talk, "Maybe it's just luck?" I say this without thinking, it just seemed like a natural question to ask. She seems amused at the question but answers it anyway "Mr. Grey, luck is the typical excuse people use to explain away their failures. You make your own luck, your successes and your failures are all on you. It's how I've always seen it and how I've always worked, even before I was successful." "You seem like a control freak." Well, that came out without a single thought on my part. "As a woman, I need to control aspects of my life with an iron fist, it's about knowing when to control and when to let go," she says this as she walks over to me, she walked with such purpose that I thought she was coming to hit me, I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation for a well-deserved smack in the face, however I hear her sit down in the chair next to mine. "Mr. Grey… what are you doing?" I felt tempted to say wishing the ground would swallow me up but I refrained. I change the topic quickly, trying to ignore the flush in my cheeks "Do you have any interests outside work?" She smiles a very secretive smile and replies "Many… physical pursuits." Her emphasis on 'physical' causes a stirring in my pants… This woman is going to be the death of me.
Suddenly, the door opens and the man from the desk peeks in, "Miss Steele, your next appointment is here." Shit! I think, I've barely asked anything! Jose's going to kill me, assuming I survive this interview with this mercurial woman. "Please cancel it, I'm not finished with Mr. Grey here," counter man nods and bows out of the room quietly. I must be gaping because a look of amusement appears on Anastasia's face, "Don't worry, I tend to cancel meetings at the last minute quite often…" She bites her lip slightly before continuing "In fact, I was considering cancelling this one." There's a slight pause and I swear you could cut the tension in here with a knife "Well… why didn't you?" At this she smiles that secret smile again and responds "Because… I was curious." My heartbeat quickened at those words, she was having a big effect on me, more so than other hot girls I've come across in the past. "Mr. Grey, I'm interested to know some things about you." Oh I wasn't expecting that, "There, really isn't much to know, I'm just a student." She doesn't skip a beat and fires back "I want to know, what your plans are after you graduate? Anything in business that you're thinking of pursuing?" She was stroking the arms of her chair now, I had to cross my legs to hide the erection growing in my pants, if I didn't know any better I would assume she was doing this on purpose. "I'm not sure, maybe holdings?" She seemed impressed by that answer "That's a hard business to start, you'll need money." I nod "Yes, well I've been saving, I'm thinking of applying for a loan." Her eyebrows crease and she shakes her head "No, it won't be enough, we're talking money upwards of 6 digits here." SIX DIGITS?! Whoa, I was really in over my head wasn't I? I felt my shoulders slump as she delivered this news. The change in body language didn't go unnoticed by Anastasia, "I'll do it." "You'll do what?" Was she seriously going to offer me money for an unplanned business venture? "I'll invest the money you'll need for your start up." As she said this, she got up and walked over to her desk, writing something down and handing me a piece of paper. "Here's my number, my personal one, call me soon and we can arrange a business meeting to discuss this further." Now that was unexpected… did Anastasia Steele seriously just give me her number? I struggled to stand with any semblance of confidence and she smiled at my nervousness, leaning in and whispering against my ear "I will see you soon Mr. Grey, you will call me before you graduate, I will be expecting it." My junk starts stirring once again and almost as if she could sense it, she winks and says "You best be going, the drive back will be horrendous in this rain." I wasn't even aware it was raining and sure enough, it was bucketing outside. "Um… yeah, thanks Miss Steele… I will… see you… b-bye." I rushed out a little bit TOO quickly for my liking. I am not going to live this one down any time soon.