(A POV)

My heart is pounding as I run into GEH. I try to catch my breath, but I barely have it under control, when a blonde walks up to me.

"Hello my name is Andrea. Do you have an appointment with Mr. Grey?"

"Yes. My friend Crystal Anderson said that she called, and told you that I was filling in for her. My name is Anastasia Steele." My rambling even sounded bad to me, but she didn't bring it up. She simply smiled, and told me to wait in the waiting area. Apparently Mr. Important is in a meeting, and will be a few more moments. Even though I'm 10 minutes late, it appears that I could have been a little later. Rolling my eyes I take a seat, and read some fashion magazine. 40 anorexic girls later Andrea comes over to me, and lets me know that I can see Mr. Grey now.

"Do I have to knock?" I ask Andrea, as I make my way to his office.

"No go right in." She says with her unwavering smile. She seems nice, and I wonder for a moment why I don't know any people like her. I laugh to myself; I know why…I'm not good enough for people like her. Looking up I am met with a pair of piercing gray eyes.

"Is something funny miss…" he says in an amused voice

"Anastasia Steele… and it's nothing." His expression changes to one of disbelief. Then a smile flickers over his face.

"Ms Steele? I thought I was supposed to be interviewed by a Ms. Anderson?"

(C POV)

She stutters to answer my question, and I have to put my hand over my mouth to cover my smile. I heard her laugh when she was walking into my office, and it angered me that she wouldn't tell me what was funny. I was tempted to take her over my knee, and punish her for not following orders…but she's not mine.

She bites her bottom lip, as she contemplates her answer. I can feel my erection springing to life, and I discreetly take a seat at my desk to hide the obvious bulge.

"My friend Crystal…Ms. Anderson was supposed to conduct the interview, but her Dad is in the hospital." She finally manages to say

"I hope everything is alright."

"Everything is fine. He had a heart attack, but the doctors said that he will make a full recovery." She seems to zone out for a moment, and then clears her throat and says, "Shall we begin?"

"We shall." I say, as I gesture for her to take a seat on the other side of my desk. Rifling through her purse, she grabs a piece of paper and a tape recorder. She fumbles with the tape recorder for a few moments, and I can't help but be amused. Usually this shit would piss me off, but when she does it I could watch all day. She bites her lip again, when she finally figures it out, and gives me a sympathetic look. I discreetly shift in my chair. "Do you mind if I record the interview Mr. Grey?" Fuck I'm not going to say no after all of that.

"You probably should have asked that before you set it up." She looks down nervously, and plays with her hands. For fucks sake, I may as well cut her a break. "You may record the interview. After all we wouldn't want all of your efforts to go to waste." She gives me a grateful smile, and takes a calming breath before she asks me a question.

Like almost every other interview she asks me what I owe my success to, my family ect… I gave her my usual answers, but when she accused my success of being luck, I had to really fight the urge to take her over my knee. The rest of the questions were pretty ordinary, until she asked the one, that no one else dared to ask.

"Are you gay Mr. Grey?" What the fuck! She seems to realize what she just asked. At least she has the sense to be embarrassed by the question. What I wouldn't give to put her across my desk, spank her, and then fuck her until she knows how straight I am. "No I'm not Anastasia." I manage to grit out through clenched teeth. Shifting uncomfortably in her chair she mumbles, "Sorry it's umm written here." She shows me the sheet of paper with questions on it. A part of me is disappointed that they aren't her questions.

"Mr. Grey your next appointment is here." Andrea says, as she makes her way into my office."

"Ms. Steele and I aren't done yet. Please cancel the rest of my meetings for today."She gives me a shocked look, and then says "Yes sir." As Andrea leaves the room, I ask Anastasia where we were.

"I really should be going."

"Not so fast Ms. Steele you got to interview me, and I think it's only fair that I get to interview you."

"I can assure you Mr. Grey there's nothing interesting about me."

"I doubt that very much Ms. Steele."

"Very well…what would you like to know?"

"What does your Mom do?"

"I'm not sure?" I give her a confused look "I haven't seen her in years."

"What about your father?" Her face lights up with a genuine smile and fuck me if that isnt the cutest thing I've ever seen.

"He used to be in the marines, and now he's retired and goes fishing a lot."

"Do you live with your father?"

"No I have my own apartment." Fuck no. I don't like the idea of her living by herself, it isn't safe.

"No roommate? That doesn't sound very safe." She shifts uncomfortably once again.

"I really should be going. I have to study for finals." Fuck she's leaving.

"Please let me walk you to the elevator Ms. Steele." I grab her hand to lead her to the elevator, and I feel tingles shoot through my body. I wonder if she felt them too, and then I get my answer, when she snatches back her hand as though I had burnt her. The small walk to the elevator is silent and as she steps inside I say, "Anastasia" as a parting word. She looks up, and utters one word, "Christian" and my name has never sounded better.

Walking back into my office I call Welch. "This is Grey. I want a background check on Anastasia Steele by tomorrow."

Author's Note: I hope that this was a little better. Remember that this is my first fanfic, and it probably won't be perfect. Please bare with me.I do have a plan for this story. Also I would really appreciate any comment, advice, or ideas. Thank You.