Disclaimer: I also do not own 50 shades. Didn't think that really needed to be said but I will. Criticism and laughter are welcome!

I haven't decided how "kinky" this should actually be. I've never written a...lemon. I don't like writing from first person perspective and won't do it.

Ymir doesn't have a last name so I'm giving her one.

Enjoy.

Chapter 2

Her face was hot with embarrassment as she hit the floor. Great! I look like an idiot. Historia slightly moved to begin picking herself up. She glanced to see her purse a few inches in front of her with her notebook beside it.

He turned at the sound of feet and moved even faster when he heard the falling of whoever it was. As Levi turned his usual hard glare was replaced with that of confusion. A young blonde had tripped over the area rug in his office. He hurried forward to help her up, taking her in as he did. He quickly pulled his mask of stoicism back on.

He couldn't yet see her face but she was tiny, he wondered if she was a school kid who was lost. That couldn't be it, she was let in. Damn she kept her blonde hair long, he noticed. Her bangs were unruly and the long tresses shined in the right light. Though tiny, her legs were long, thin but not sickly. "Are you alright?" He asked bending down to offer her his hand. That's when he realized, she had the bluest of eyes he'd ever seen. Interesting...

She stared up at the man offering his hand. Storm ridden eyes, a mess of ebony hair in an odd undercut style. He was well dressed, not that she expected anything less from a CEO. She noticed his outstretched hand and without hesitation took it. When they were on their feet, she realize he wasn't much taller than her. Yet something about him screamed discipline and obedience. A shiver ran down her spine.

"I'm so sorry. My name is Historia Reiss and I'm interviewing you instead of Ms. Rowan."

"I see." He responded shortly before walking to his desk, leaning against it casually. "Take a seat please." Again, he spoke shortly and gestured toward one of the leather chairs.

Historia reached for her purse and went to the seat. Her eyes scanned her surroundings.

Besides the rug and lengthy modern desk, one wall was lined huge windows in which one could see the entire city. A chandelier hung center while a matching small desk lamp sat at the corner of Levi's desk. Beside the chair she sat in, was an end table. The walls were painted ivory with dark baseboards and grey tile.

"Are you going to gawk at my office or ask me questions, Ms. Reiss?"

She jumped out of her skin at the sharp tone she was hearing. She could read nothing from his facial expression. She opened her notebook and brushed her bangs out of her face. Stay calm, Historia. Do what you came to do. "Yes, I do." She looked up at him, taking in how focused he was on her. It was impressive how still he remained, she wondered if he was even breathing.

"What do you owe to your success?" She began with hesitation. She clicked her ink pen and waited. Finally he shifted his weight and walked to the opposite chair of where she sat.

"Motivation to make something of myself."

Not exactly what I expected...She jotted down the answer regardless, unconsciously sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. Levi's eyes zeroed in on the action.

"Your company is in the process of developing a new product, what can you tell us about it?"

"That's confidential."

"So nothing?" Historia pressed.

Levi's expression didn't falter. His eyes never left her as he spoke, "Confidential implies it's a secret, Ms. Reiss." He crossed his legs, getting comfortable in his chair.

She began biting her lip again at his words. She quickly glanced to the next question. Heat rose in her cheeks and felt her breakfast lurching in her stomach. Certainly Ymir wasn't curious about this, was she? "Um..." Oh god. I'm going to be sick. This is embarrassing.

"Yes?"

"Just a minute..."

Levi sighed and looked at his watch, "I don't have all day, Ms. Reiss."

"I'm so sorry, I just don't think I should ask this one." She apologized and weakly glanced at him. His brow furrowed, giving away his frustration.

"Ask and let me decide if its appropriate." He pressed. "Ms. Reiss?" He watched her become frazzled, looking conflicted.

"Are you gay, Mr. Ackermann?" She asked regretting the question as it left her mouth. She wanted to dig a hole and crawl in it. She wanted to be anywhere but here.

His lips immediately chapped and his brow furrowed deeper. Why in the world would the university paper want to hear about his love life or lack thereof? "Ms. Reiss, I don't see how that is relevant to my job. If you must know, I'm very much into women."

"Right." She responded hesitantly and hurriedly wrote down his response.

"Let me ask you some questions." He stated, leaning forward in his chair. It was his turn, he wanted to turn the tables. She sat straight up, waiting for his question. "What are your plans after graduating?"

"Applying for an opening at a publishing company."

"Literature major?" He inquired further. "Jane Austen fan?"

"Something like that. I wasn't a fan of Austen." She smiled warmly at him, her nerves finally calming.

"No boyfriend?"

She figured that was coming eventually considering the very personal question she asked. "No, men don't really see me." As self depreciating as it sounded, it was the truth. She staved off dating because she believed she needed all her attention focused on studying and getting the job of her dreams. She saw how her friends acted after a breakup, the crying and plotting the son of a bitch's demise. She played it safe.

"I see you, Ms. Reiss. I see you clearly." He didn't mince his words wondering if she understood the meaning behind them. Possibly not, it was for the better if he was honest. She was the picture of innocence sitting across from him, biting her lip unaware of the yearn to...he glanced at his watch, "It seems our time is up."

"Ah yes. Thank you for answering a few questions, Mr. Ackermann."

"There were more, weren't there?"

"It'll be fine." Historia gulped knowing damn well there were plenty of questions left. They both stood and he walked her to the door, without her noticing, he reached for the notebook and slipped it into his blazer pocket. He walked her to the elevator where he stood. A few pairs of eyes were on them, Levi noticed his employees watching.

He turned, giving them each a look they knew too well. "Isn't that phone ringing? Shouldn't one of you answer it?" The woman closest to the phone jumped and picked up the phone.

Oh my he's controlling. Historia looked down at her feet, embarrassed for the women. The elevator opened and she stepped in, giving him one last look. Feeling brave, Historia said his first name,"Levi."

"Historia."

Author's Note: Reviews? I hope you all are enjoying this.