Chapter 2
In Anastasia's POV
"Fuck, who the hell is blocking my SUV, how the fuck am I supposed to move it if I'm blocked by some fucking moron" A man shouts loud and angrily as he walks down the stairs and right away I know it's my minivan blocking that Audi SUV out front.
"Christian, mind your language, it's a catering van" Miss Grace snaps at the man and the footsteps get closer and I'm almost afraid to look up but curiosity calls and I slowly turn to see who is throwing a very childish tantrum with a nasty potty mouth.
As I turn to face him I am frozen in place, he is very good looking wow! Tall, hot body sharply dressed in a gray suit with sexy tousled dark copper hair. Holy hotness!He regards me with angry gray eyes and stares at me for more than an awkward amount of time then his glare softens making me blush from head to toe. I am speechless holy crow this guy is smoking hot but he doesn't look too happy and he is still staring at me. I'd better move the van.
"I'm very sorry Sir, I'll move the van right away, excuse me Miss Grace" and I scurry out the front door and I can hear is expensive shoes clicking on the marble floor of the entryway.
"Damn" I hear him mutter in a low voice.
I get into the van and pull to the far side of the house away from the circular driveway. Mr. Cranky pants pulls behind me into a small service entrance parking spot and hands his keys to a tall guy with a buzz cut who hops in and drives off. Then Mr. Cranky pants starts walking this way right towards me. Oh crap! Is this also not a good place to park? He looks really angry. Where does he want me to go? I mean I am here donating all this food from my small barely profitable bakery and I really don't want a hard time but something tells me he's going to give me one. Stay cool Ana you have things to do and you're not some bully target anymore.
"Excuse me Miss" he calls with an unreadable expression as he walks towards me.
"Yes sir, Am I in the way over here too?" I ask sounding cowardly
"No, no not at all, I'm sorry that was so rude of me. I had no right to speak to you like that, please accept my sincere apologies Miss. I'm Christian Grey and you are?" He extends his long manicured hand to me. I take it meekly and feel a spark blast through me and pull away too quickly.
"I'm Anastasia Steele or just Ana Sir from S.A.F.E Sweet Shoppe I'm delivering the desserts" I mutter, never making eye contact with him. He's unreasonably handsome and scary as hell.
"It's my fault I was in the way, if you need to pull the van back around please be my guest Miss Steele" he says looking a bit embarrassed of his behavior. He should be that was unnecessary.
"I can manage from here Sir" I smile and get out of the car praying that I don't trip and fall on my face. He is so cute and my knees are a bit weak now. I open the back of my minivan and pull out my folding cart and begin to stack boxes of cupcakes and other baked goods onto it. I will need about 4 or 5 trips to get everything inside. It would have been quicker parked in front but I'm too afraid to drive back in front after he yelled like that.
"Please allow me to help you?" He offers and grabs and stacks a few trays in his arms.
"Oh thank you, I don't want to be a bother Sir. I can manage" I say with my voice sounding all pitchy and nervous. I have to calm down before I tip the cart over. Don't look at him, he's too cute, don't look Ana, eyes on the food. I start making my way to the front entrance of the house.
"It's no bother, I'm happy to help" he says genuinely . And I just let him silently follow me inside never glancing at him. He continues to help me unload the car in silence and when all the food is inside I turn to face him. Looking up at him my breath catches in my throat and I swallow the lump and smile politely at him.
"Thank you for your help Mr. Grey" and he smiles at me with a sexy grin making nervous knots form in my belly. Oh dear lord, some lucky girl must be saying her prayers every night if she's with him. I had no idea had such a hot looking son.
I know his sister Mia Grey also but I'll bet she won't remember me. We attended some of my senior year of High School together. We weren't friends but she was always very nice, our classmates however tormented me and almost killed me. I left school after that and home schooled myself online using the library computers and text books. I was the only senior with braces, thick glasses, a bad country hairdo and a very heavy southern Georgia accent. I still have my accent only it's a bit milder and the braces are gone, Lasik surgery 9 months ago and my hair is long and a bit more polished now.
Dr. Trevelyan doesn't remember me either but I remember her. She saved my life two years ago and that's why I am here donating these goods to her in support of food allergies. I'm pretty sure she'll remember me after my speech, if not I'm still happy to contribute.
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