Hey guys don't get too used to me updating a chapter every day! I just thought that since today is my Friday and you guys left so many nice comments that I would update today, usually updates will be on Wednesdays.

Chapter 2: Sexy Eyes?

"Mom I'm home." I open the front door, but there is no answer, "Mom, I said I'm home!"

"Your mom's not here, she's at work." Step dad number three said walking out of the kitchen with a beer in his hand. I hate it when mom works late, leaving me with him! But someone has to earn for and living and it sure as hell wasn't going to be him.

"Oh, well, I'm just going to go to my room. I have a lot of homework to complete." I turn my back to him that was my first mistake.

"I don't think so," He whispered in my ear behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I think you're going to stay down here, with me." The panic started to set in when I realized his hands were roaming south. He's always been a creep but this is really pushing it too far. It's the alcohol, it always does this; it makes people act out the things they would never do sober.

"Please," I beg, "I have a lot of homework to do, and I really don't want to do this!"

"Fine, you little tease." He pushed me so hard, that I fell smacking my head on the ground and that is when everything goes black.

Beep, beep, beep, my alarm goes off waking me from my nightmare. I silence my phone, leaning my head against the head board. I wipe the sweat off my forehead, after staring at the wall for a minute when I realized something. I have an interview with Christian Grey today, if I miss this Kate will never forgive me. I stand up heading straight for the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, and I start on my usual routine brushing my teeth and hair. It's so frizzy today, because I slept with it wet. I decide to braid my hair and pin it into a bun, resting it on the top of my head. I put my contacts in after I do my makeup. While combing through my closet for comfortable yet professional looking clothes, I pick out my nice black skinny jeans. I pair that with my white t-shirt that has navy polka dots on it, throwing on my navy blazer to match. I grab my navy Vans and head down stairs. I leave a note on the fridge tell Ray where I'd be and jump in my car.

Pulling up to Kate's house I see both cars are missing, Kate's parents must be out of town. While getting out of the car a cold breeze blows bye, sending a shiver through me. Knocking on Kate's door I hear a muffled "I'm coming." The door opens revealing a very pale and runny nosed Katherine. "Oh Ana, you look so cute!"

"Thanks Kate," I smile, "How do you feel?"

"Horrible, I feel like death!" I laugh at her over exaggeration. "Here are the questions and the recorder." She hands me both items, "If you don't leave now you'll be late, and Christian Grey doesn't do tardiness!"

"Okay, okay." I give her a short hug, "I can take a hint. Feel better; I'll text you when I get there, okay."

"Also, text me when you make it home safe?" She wipes up her dripping nose.

"Yes mama!" I laugh getting in my car and waving goodbye.

Walking up to the doors of GEH is terrifying; I step into the cool building. A very pretty blonde lady greets me, "Hi, how may I help you?"

"Hello, my name is Anastasia Steele." I smile politely feeling very self conscious of the beautiful blondes I'm surrounded by. "I am here for the Katherine Kavanaugh interview." She checks the computer, looks up and smiles.

"Yes, Mr. Grey is expecting you." Pointing to the elevator, "Take that elevator to the twentieth floor," She says handing me a visitor's security pass. Getting into the elevator I finally let out the breath I've been holding. When I reach the twentieth floor, I walk in as if I belong here, which we all know I don't, another beautiful blonde smiles at me.

"Welcome Miss Steele, may I take your coat?" she asks in the sweetest voice. Who is this man and what is up with his obsession of blondes? He's probably thirty, balding, and only hires them so he has something to picture at night, when his wife isn't doing anything for him.

"Yes, thank you." I shrug off my blazer, my hand getting caught in the process. After what seemed like a century, I finally got the jacket unhooked and handed it to her. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I redden with embarrassment. Sitting back down I go over my questions.

"Miss Steele, Mr. Grey will see you now."

"Okay, thank you." I smile and while walking past her. I go to knock when I hear her say.

"You don't need to knock, just go on in." I nod and pulling the door open, I step through the office door when I feel my shoe catch the side of the couch, causing me to fall on my hands and knees right there on the office floor. I feel gentle hands on my waist helping me to stand, I don't even bother looking up, and I just bend back down to pick up the paper and recorder.

"I am so sorry," I spoke finally looking up to see Mr. Christian Grey and a pair of, "Sexy eyes,"