Chapter One – 'You Don't Know Me'
As I looked at myself in the mirror for the 50th time in the morning, I tried to calm my racing heart. What was I worried about anyway? This may not be the 'Geoffrey' you've been talking to and Kate may be right, is what you're worried about!, my subconscious sneered at me. I shook that thought off, rolled my shoulders and placed a pleasant smile on my face before I left the apartment.
About 15 minutes later, I found myself standing before a large seven story building, made entirely of glass. The security standing guard at the revolving doors eyed me impassively as I approached them. Although, I could feel myself sweating, I strode past the bulky security guards with as much confidence I could muster. Once, I entered the massive building, I found myself standing in a line till the doors behind me for the reception. Oh, that's just wonderful, I thought bitterly. What could all these people possibly want from Christian Grey?
While waiting for my turn in line, I glanced around the building and saw employees, typing away on their computers furiously or attending non-stop phone calls. Definitely not a bad place to work in.
"Next please!" The secretory at the front called and I realized, it was finally my turn. I slowly walked to stand before the desk.
"I would like to meet Mr. Christian Grey. There's an important matter I'd like to discuss with him." I told her, my voice faltering and giving away how nervous I felt.
"I assume you must have an appointment. Your name?"
"I actually don't." I mumbled. "Have an appointment" I added hastily when she rose an eyebrow at me.
"I'm sorry. Mr. Grey doesn't meet with anyone without an appointment." She said glancing behind me. Clearly, that was her indirectly telling me I could leave. As I turned a beet red, I cleared my throat to have her attention again.
"But if you could tell him that Anastasia Steele is here to see him, I'm sure he would let me meet him." If he is, in fact, Geoffrey, interrupted my rude subconscious again. The secretory sighed and picked up the phone, obviously just as nervous as I was.
"Mr Grey? There's a lady named Anastasia Steele here to meet you. She says you know her and she needs to discuss an urgent matter with you." The secretory relayed to him over the phone. I balled my hands into fists, trying to hear his response but, unfortunately, I had ears of a deaf. Moments later, the woman hung up and shook her head at me.
"He doesn't know of anyone named Anastasia Steele, Miss. And he's most definitely not interested in meeting you. Please come back with an appointment."
Embarrassed and quite frustrated with myself, and him, I nodded and turned around, heading towards the revolving doors again. Just as I made it to the doors, I heard a voice that stopped me in my tracks. It was deep, sensuous and a voice I was hoping, belonged to him. Risking it, I turned around and saw him. There he stood, sideways to me, speaking to the secretory. He was much more good looking in real than the picture. His jaw and cheekbones were more manly and perfectly structured than they had seemed in the picture. And his hair, still the unruly 'just fucked' hair, seemed to be soft as silk. I was startled when the secretory pointed at me and the Greek God turned to directly, look at me with a perfectly raised eyebrow. As he started to walk towards me, I realized my mouth was wide open. Shutting it quickly, I composed myself before he got to me.
"Anastasia Steele?" He asked, a slight smirk playing around his kissable lips. I could only nod, speech completely impossible at the moment.
" Bethy told me you claimed to know me? Now that I think about it, I may have known you from somewhere. She also told me there was an urgent matter you had to discuss with me. I'm intrigued. I'd like to hear what you have to say. Let's head to my cabin."
With that, he turned around and walked towards the elevator. I quietly followed.