Ana's POV

For the past two days I've tried to distract myself from thoughts of that man. I don't understand why he won't stop invading my mind. Yes he's hot but my god he's an ass. We've only met twice but he is the only person that has ever made me so mad. He made my blood boil under my skin but with the anger came something else, something I can't quite place.

I've made little progress on the preparation for my interview and it's in a couple of hours. Shit, come on Steele, he's nowhere near you and you're furious. I can't help it but I don't like feeling as if he has some sort of control over me, I've always been independent, so it's unsettling.

OK! This is it I'm going to focus on what matters, I have to or I definitely get this job!

I lift my hand to start writing on the pad of paper in my lap when Kate walks in. Seriously someone hates me.

"Hey, Steele what's up?". I turn my head and shoot a glare at her.

"Wow ok, I'm sorry. Who pissed in your cornflakes?". She says walking over to sit beside me. I sigh defeated.

"No one Kate, I'm just stressed out, I really want this job but I have nothing prepared and it's really soon".

"Ok that's not all though right, I know that face". What face?

"I don't have a face on Kate, what are you talking about?"

"It's the 'I really like this guy but I don't know what to do about it' face". I snorted a laugh, so was so wrong.

"I wouldn't say like Kate, more like I'm unsure whether I want to kill him or not". She just stared at me then giving me a strange look before smirking.

"Sure Steele if that's what you say". I'm so confused.

"Look are you gonna help me with this or not". She threw her hands up in defence.

"Ok, ok you have my full attention."

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Two hours later I'm sitting in the fanciest building I've ever seen. I'm on the top floor in the waiting area nervously biting my lip as my eyes wander over the plus carpet, fresh plants and overly clean surfaces. It's so clinical and it intimidates me, but I don't feel as bad as I did before. Kate helped me go over every possible question they could ask me.

"Anastasia Steele", a tall blonde woman calls. She's wearing sky high heels, tight skirt and a shirt that clearly emphasizes her cleavage. So basically what I'm wearing but with bigger boobs and a better bitch face. Awkward...

I follow bitch face to a door that clearly leads into Mr. Grey's office. She enters after telling me to wait outside and I hear her speak. Her voice changes from bored and annoyed to sexy and seductive. Clearly she has a thing for the boss.

When she comes out and sends me in I can see why. My jaw hits the floor and my eyes bulge.

Christian's POV

I can't get that woman out of my head; she's beautiful and downright infuriating. No one has ever spoken to me the way she did and it aroused me in ways I've never been aroused which I know wouldn't happen if anyone else gave me back chat like that. It's not just that, it's her touch too or when I'm simply around her. There is just this raw power surrounding us. I know she feels it too.

First she spills piping hot coffee on me and makes me out to be the bad guy, then she leaves me wanting and with blue balls in my own fucking club and now... now I have to sit here for hours on end meeting a lot of boring people who applied for an interview at one of my many companies and I have to do it with a bulge in my pants. I swear my zipper could burst any second.

I haven't had a sub in just over a month so the pent up tension in my body doesn't help the situation one bit. I know whoever this woman is she probably won't want to be my new submissive and I know my fucked up life is something she does not deserve to be involved in. She is innocent even with her smart mouth and I am not.

Having said all that it doesn't stop me wanting her. So that's why I have Welch finding out everything about her, although it's taken him two days to get anywhere because of some urgent business he had to attend too. I almost through my phone at the wall when he told me this, I was desperate to find out anything about the woman who haunts my thoughts day and night.

My phone rings just as the first interviewee walks into my office, I don't pay any attention to them which I know is unprofessional but I don't care I need information now.

Welch fires off all different things about her but I'm still repeating her name over and over in my head, imagining saying it out loud as I fuck her. Anastasia Steele. Beautiful name.

After about two minutes of saying her name in my head like a mantra something clicks. My eyes wander over the papers on my desk until I reach today's interview list and right there at the top is the name Anastasia Steele in bold black print. It's the same font as all the other names but it stands out as if the only thing on the page. My eyes wander to the right slightly to see the time and it states 12.00pm which is...now.

I life my eyes from my desk and they wander up long creamy legs, followed by a short fitted pencil skirt, then a tight shirt which makes me suck in a raged breathe and her cleavage is n perfect view. Am I drooling?

My gaze continues until it lands on her stunning face. My eyes lock onto hers and I'm lost in the depths of her blue glaring stare. She's so gorgeous and mad. I can't help the smirk that pulls up my lips as I imagine bending her over my desk.

Ending the call from Welch I place my phone down and continue my ogling. I'm so out of control it's ridiculous.

Composing myself I let my lips pull into a grin as I realise how crazy this situation is and I feel so smug right now. She thought she'd never see me again, thought all I'd get from her was the sexiest dance any man has ever encountered and a mind numbingly amazing kiss, but she was wrong. I'd get much more; she will beg for me, she will be mine!