CPOV

Yes I'd like for you to get over here so I can kiss you, whoa where the hell did that come from, my thought are all mixed up. Those beautiful blue eyes, her luscious full lips, and her glossy brunette hair is all I could look at while she was putting in that fan. God that tacky orange shirt and the baggy pants aren't doing justice to her body, which might be a good thing. I wouldn't want to get hard with her still in the room. Think of something idiot before she goes away.

"Please won't you sit down for a moment," wow I rarely say please.

"Um I really can't sir. My boss will get upset with me for staying with a patient for too long." She blushes and looks down at her shoes. Oh good Lord if I could get her to call me sir while sucking on my…STOP IT! I take it she doesn't know her boss's boss is in this room. I chuckle.

"Believe me, your boss would make an exception for me."

"Oh would he," she asks with a smirk on her perfect face.

"You don't know who I am do you," I ask still chuckling.

"Should I?" Her voice is sweet, but is filled with sarcasm. I usually don't like sarcasm, unless it's from Elliot, but with her, it suits her.

"Call up your boss and let me speak with him." She hesitates but then casually walks over to the other side of me and picks up the room phone. She hits a few buttons and then her whole demeanor changes, like she wants to hide or she's scared. Oh baby, don't be scared, I'll straighten him out…what the hell is wrong with me?

"Mr. Hyde? Hi it's Ana…well I'm still with the patient…the patient in room 6119…well he wants…but he…hey it wasn't my idea…okay just a minute." She covers the phone and starts to give it to me. "Way to go you got me in trouble," she tells me with pleading eyes to let her go.

"You won't be in trouble for long. Watch," I whisper back.

"Hello Mr. Hyde?"

"Yes," his screechy voice comes through the phone. Man no wonder she doesn't like him; his voice alone oozes creep.

"This is Christian Grey."

"Oh Mr. Grey sir. What can I do for you?" Yeah that's what I thought. I own this hospital, and my mother works here on the pediatrics floor so the Grey name has its charms.

"Well I just struck up a conversation with your housekeeper Ana and was going to borrow her a few minutes, unless that was a problem with you?"

"Oh no sir. Keep her as long as you wish. But if it's alright with you, I need to speak with her again."

"Certainly." I hand the phone back to Ana who has been looking at her shoes the entire time. "Your turn," I whisper as a smirk returns to her face as I hand her the phone.

"Yes Mr. Hyde? Okay…oh alright." She hangs up the phone and puts it back on the table. She goes around a corner and pulls out a chair I didn't know was in here. She comes around the bed and places it on the side near the door.

"Well thanks Mr. Fancy for getting me out of work for the rest of the day. I haven't had a day off in a long time." Her gentle smile calms me.

"Really? Well I'm glad my name gave you an excuse to play hooky." She giggles and I think that's one of the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard. "What did he have to say at the end?"

"He said to be with you until you dismissed me and that if I make you unhappy in any sort of way, I'm fired." She has a serious look on her face.

"Believe me if he fired you, I'd just fire him and rehire you." I chuckle as she giggles. She shyly looks up at me and blushes. God she's beautiful.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you so important to Mr. Hyde?"

"Let me introduce myself. Christian Grey, CEO of Grey Holdings and co-owner of Seattle General Hospital." I hold out my hand.

"Anastasia Steele, CEO of nothing and maid at Seattle General Hospital. Everyone calls me Ana." She takes my hand and I suddenly feel a spark that runs through me running from my scalp down to my toes. She must have felt it too because she gives her hand a quizzical look and gently removes her hand. I can't help but laugh at her sarcastic tone but genuine smile that is until my ribs start to hurt. I groan, as the pain medication must not be working anymore.

"Oh sorry. I won't make you laugh, especially since it seems to hurt." She says sweetly, the concern evident in her sapphire blue eyes.

"No please. They do say laughter is the best medicine." She giggles again as she looks to the floor and blushes. Please stop doing that, I internally plead.

"So, what are you in for," she asks as she leans back into the chair, finally relaxing.

"Well when you get t-boned on your motorcycle, you might walk away lucky or you could walk away with a shattered leg, cracked ribs and road rash. I got the latter choice."

"But don't you consider yourself lucky in that in a few months you'll be able to walk again, rather than be dead on the side of the road." Wow she might be sassy but she's optimistic, and smart.

"You're right. And my doctor said where the pins are, they'll be able to come out in a month rather than 3 or 4."

"Well then there you go. You are lucky," she beams at me.

"I'm lucky in that I got to meet you." She smiles, blushes, and looks to the floor, like a routine. "So what about you? Why are you here?"

"Oh you know, I thought my life earning a degree in English Literature was too practical so I exchanged my college books for a toilet scrubbing wand. But the scholarship I had decided to run out on me first." She rolls her eyes and besides her laugh, I think that's the sexiest thing she's done.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I'm a Harvard drop out and yet here I am; a CEO and one of the youngest millionaires out there."

"Yes well with all due respect Mr. Grey we all don't have money like you to throw into a business like Grey Hold…wait…are you Dr. Trevelyan Grey's son?"

"Why yes he is," a sweet voice comes from behind the door and a bigger smile forms on my face.