It's five o'clock and I've tore my bedroom apart trying to find something suitable to wear. I size myself up wearing a strapless white lace dress and thong flip flops. I've decided to go for the laid back, beach look. Warm hazel eyes meet my stare and I have to admit that I don't look half bad. I set down on the edge of my bed and try to sort out what has happened. Okay so multi-zillionaire Christian Grey has bought out the company I was supposed to work for. I am now unemployed and living on my own, two things that just don't belong in the same sentence. Grey now wants to meet me for supper to discuss some alternate options for me. Maybe he wants to employ me, but I'm just not a suit and tie type of girl. Frowning at my cell phone I decide to start looking for this restaurant, with my sense of direction it could take all day.
Some half hour later I'm standing in the lobby of the La Cartier arguing with the waitress.
'I swear I'm here to meet Christian Grey!' I'm frankly a bit offended that she doesn't believe me.
'Miss we get that all the time. If we let every pretty girl in that claims they have a date with I wouldn't have a job.' She says smooth as butter. I frown she's kind of a bitch.
'Fine. I'll wait outside in the lobby then.' I huff out and throw myself down into a bench.
I decide that after ten minutes of waiting I'm going to leave. Perhaps it was all some sick joke to him, to make me think that he actually wanted to see me again. I begin to gather my things when a panicked Christian enters the room.
'Faith! What are you doing? I thought we had agreed to meet for supper?' His eyes look lost, and I can't help but smile at the sight of him.
'The girl at the front thought I was bluffing. She made me think you weren't even here.' He looks pretty pissed as this information registers.
'Oh. Well no harm done, your still here and we have food getting cold on the table.' He ordered for me my subconscious muses. I can't decide whether I like that or not. Christian ushers me through to the other end of the restaurant and I notice that the tables around us are all vacant. I glare at the stupid door girl on the way through, her eyes wide with shock. He pulls my chair out for me and I sit as gracefully as I know how.
'You look radiant tonight Faith.' He coos into my ear. I murmur a soft thank you and suppress a shudder that tries to rack through my body. How do I find this man so appealing? He follows suit and immediately grabs for the wine bottle.
'Wine.' I nod and take a generous gulp of the smooth white liquid. It's actually really good and I take a few more sips just for my nerves sake.
' I've been racking my mind all day on what you could possibly have to offer a twenty year old hairdresser and have came up with nothing.' His eyes darken and he readjusts himself in his chair.
'Please eat, I took the liberty to order. The steaks are just amazing here.' I watch him, watch his mouth form a small grin and I can help but think about it on mine. Covering me head to toe with warm wet kisses, our tongues dancing together in harmony. I find myself readjusting too and try to look anywhere but at his lips. I take a bite of the steak. He's right, it's almost as good as my Dad's at home.
'The steak is good.' I say trying to get him to talk.
'Faith the truth is, is that I have absolutely no use for a hairdresser. I could employ you under my company as a receptionist or something but I know that you wouldn't be happy.' He stops takes a large drink of wine and carries on.
'I want you to be my own personal hairdresser. You would come and live with me in my condo here in Miami. It would be just for me, for my own personal usage, you never know when I might have an emergency.' He smiles and it radiates somewhere down deep in my loins. I clench the muscles trying to sooth the sensation
'Christian, I can't move in with you, we barely know each other! Your a man by the way, you'd get your hair cut what like once a month!.' I raise my voice a little because of all the things I was expecting that wasn't one of them. He smiles again and I have to look away.
'Faith, I have a few other employees that live with me, it wouldn't just be you. As for the haircuts your probably right but I would pay you for every work day that your home. I am a very wealthy man and I can afford you.' I gape at him and try to figure some things out.
'What about my apartment?'
'I'll have it sold by the weekend. I'm sure you weren't too comfortable there, you had only just moved in correct?' I nod and he grins again.
'Well then what do you say Faith Spence?' He leans onto his elbows and stares right into my eyes. Why must he be so beautiful.
'Yes.' The words are out before I can even register saying them. His award winning smile is back and he waves for the bill.
'Well then, lets go get your things. I cannot bear another day without a live in hairdresser.' Sarcasm is in his deep, throaty laugh and I know that he's making fun of me. For some reason I don't care though, I just want to be in the presence of this gorgeous man.
'Alright. Everything is still in boxes so it won't take long.' I raise to leave and he stands too never letting his eyes leave mine. I blush again at the dirty thoughts running through my mind. How can I find this man so irresistibly sexy? I stumble out of the restaurant following on his heels. When we arrive outside a middle age man with a goatee and a buzz cut awaits.
'Taylor, please if you would take us to 's apartment' The man called Taylor looks at me in awe.
'Sir?' He says quizzically.
' is coming to stay with us from now on. Once you drop us off at her apartment I want you to go back to the condo and ready the upstairs bedroom for her.' He nods and with a puzzled look on his face and ushers us into the backseat.
We drive in silence and I try to steal a look up at Christian. He stares straight out the windshield lost in thought. His eyes then catching me off guard cast downward and catch me staring at him. I blush and let my bangs fall across my eyes trying to cover the embarrassment. He chuckles.
'Look at me Faith.' I lift my eyes upward timidly. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
'Hmmmm...I'm not usually this attracted to blondes.' I blush again, he said it so low I'm not sure that it was meant for me to hear.
'I'm not usually attracted to cocky billionaires.' My boldness startles me. I hear him gasp, perhaps I've overstepped my welcome. Just when I'm about to apologize we pull up to my apartment. I open the door and step out digging the keys out of my purse and head up to the door not waiting for Christian.
'Your not very easily intimidated are you.' I hear his voice behind me.
'Not by men , learned my lesson a long time ago.' I unlock the door and he follows. I begin to gather my things and a hand on my shoulder freezes me in place.
'Please Faith can we take a few minutes and just talk, you have no idea how much I've wanted to pick your brain all day.' He guides me over to the couch and sits adjacent to me on the the love seat. Oh no, my mind screams for me to run. I cannot be alone with this intoxicating, gorgeous, persuading man. His eyes cloud over with something, angst, hurt? He leans forward putting his elbows onto his knees and almost inaudibly begins to mumble.
'Faith, there is something more I wanted to talk about at dinner.' He looks into my eyes, my mind, my soul, those eyes piercing through whatever walls were standing guard. There's something there though glistening through the gray, something a little off, something just a little bit darker.