A/N: Uncovering Mr. Grey contains characters, places and plots from the Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy. All rights belong to E.L. James, not us. Thanks!

Also, we wanted to thank you all for being so patient with us. We know it has been about 2 months since we have updated and we apologize. Work can be hectic and crazy sometimes for me and right now we are in our "peak" season at my job. Hopefully after the holidays things will slow down and we can update more often! Again, thank you all and please enjoy this chapter. It is a bit longer than most. :)

Chapter Four

Tuesday, April 4th, 2017

It's been about three weeks since I've decided to insert myself in Christian Grey's life, thanks to the call, or should I say harassment, from Jack Hyde. He's still on my ass, asking for updates every other day. I had to tell him exactly what my plan was to get him off my back. Well not exactly what it was- just enough to appease him. Of course, he was intrigued and he seemed to be very pleased with my plan. I tried explaining to him that going undercover will take time, especially to get results, but he's still calling four or five times a week. I understand that he just wants me to give him an update, but it's starting to irritate the hell out of me. I can handle him though, as long as it's over the phone. He still gives me the creeps and the more distance I put between us, the better.

It hasn't been particularly easy trying to follow Grey. The man has ex-military men for his security detail and I discovered that they all have special ops training. His personal CPO, Jason Taylor, never leaves his side, which makes it almost impossible to follow him closely. But fortunately for me, I'm excellent at blending in. Different disguises and the ability to never stand out from the crowd- that's what has made it so much easier for me to observe his behavior. That, and the fact that the man is a predictable hermit.

He runs every day at 5 A.M., is at work by 8 A.M. and goes home at 10 P.M. Then, he gets up the next day and does it all over again. The only day he seems to leave work early is Friday, and weirdly, he disappears until his early morning run on Monday.

The other thing that seems a little odd, is a luncheon that he attends every Thursday at 1 P.M. He meets someone at The Mile High Club, a building that I found out he owns. At first, I was a little surprised that he would own a place like that. It's an enormous building with an upscale nightclub and a very popular restaurant aimed towards the rich party scene of Seattle- the scene that he seems to have no interest in taking part in. But, I decided to let it go. The man is a jack of all trades and practically owns half of Seattle. Why should one particular building stand out?

After following him for three weeks, my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to make a reservation for Thursday at 12:30 P.M. I wanted to scope out the place and be there when he walks in with whoever the hell it is he's been meeting. When, I was finally patched through to the hostess, I asked for a table that wasn't too close to the main entrance. I need to be far enough away so I won't be immediately spotted by Mr. Grey and Mr. Eagle Eye.

I have dubbed Jason Taylor, Mr. Eagle Eye, due to the fact that the man's eyes never stop roaming. He is always on top of his surroundings, hence the need for a different look every time I follow them. I know I'm good though, because Eagle Eye has yet to give me a second glance. What can I say? Even after all of these years behind the scenes, I'm incredible at working a case and staying hidden.

Now here I am, sitting in my home office, and I'm going through all the things I have learned about Christian Grey's life so far. How can someone so young possibly amass so much power and fortune? What has motivated him to succeed beyond all expectations? He seems to be a very driven man. Although in my opinion, it seems to stem from loneliness and I can relate. To avoid the negative thoughts and feelings associated with being single, I plunge myself into my work in order to forget what is missing from my life- true love and companionship. Although, I am still convinced true love only exists in fairy tales.

But one thing I can't seem to wrap my mind around is how, or why, he is still single…? He's handsome, successful and rich. Either this man has a personality so horrible that it outshines all the good in him, or perhaps… maybe he's like me. Perhaps, he has given up on the idea of love and romance. Perhaps, he has been hurt badly by a woman before his life was put in the spotlight and he's sworn them all off for good… Whatever the reason may be, it is driving me crazy to find out.

Everyday, I drive by the building he lives in and I recently found out that he lives alone- apart from his staff- on the thirtieth floor, in a penthouse apartment big enough for six. It's almost like he has isolated himself from the rest of the world and I wonder if he ever just stands up there and looks down at everyone without a care in the world. I wonder if it is his escape from the real world and if he leaves all his problems behind him on that very first floor. It must be nice to feel that way… to feel as though nothing bad can touch you. But for someone who happens to be a billionaire and can have anything he desires, I have an overwhelming feeling that he doesn't really have it all. All the money in the world really can't buy you everything and definitely not happiness.

Absentmindedly, I turn my computer on and go to the images I have saved on my desktop. I can't help but stare at him. I know it's unprofessional of me to become so infatuated with a case subject, but he is just so fucking gorgeous. I keep finding myself intrigued by every little bit of information I uncover, but particularly, with his face. He has a full head of thick, curly, copper-brown hair, a chiseled jawline and chin, and the softest looking pair of lips a girl could ever imagine herself kissing. But, there's also an emptiness in his eyes, and for reasons unknown, it draws me in.

The man never cracks a smile, or at least he never has in pictures, and he's too young to look so solemn. He has his whole life ahead of him, but he looks as though he has been through the paces. I can't help but wonder if something has happened to him to make him so withdrawn. I find myself in a daze, tracing his brow line... his cheekbones... the curve of his lips. I imagine doing that to him in person… and before I can stop it, one thing has led to the next and we're kissing, roughly, but passionately...

Snap out of it, Steele! You're not supposed to be drooling over this man!

"What the hell am I doing? He is a job, not a love interest." I mumble quietly to myself.

I get up and stretch in an attempt to clear my mind of that improper, yet delicious, little daydream I was having. I open my planner to see what the rest of my week looks like. Tomorrow, Kate and I are booked at a high-end salon called Esclava for a mani-pedi and haircut. I think I may even indulge in a full body massage. This case has had me a bit stressed and my body is all tied up in knots. My nerves are mostly to blame for that, though. This Thursday will be the day of our "accidental" meet and greet and I can be such a klutz sometimes. I hope I don't screw it up.

I walk into my room and start getting ready for bed. It's been a long day and thinking about this Thursday has me feeling a bit anxious, so I decide on a glass of wine before bed to calm my nerves.

As I walk into the kitchen to get my drink, I hear the keys in the front door and the latch click open. The closet door creaks and I hear footsteps heading my way. Kate's home.

"Hey, Ana."

"Hi, Kate."

"Long day?" she nods towards my large glass of wine.

"Yeah, I guess you can say that. I'm just feeling a little anxious." I bite my lip.

"You'll be fine, Ana. You can do this. Stop stressing so much about this case. Besides, you're going to look fucking hot in that dress! There's no way in hell you won't grab this guy's and every other guy's attention in the room."

"Thanks, Kate." I take a big gulp of my wine.

"Are you going to be staying up?"

"No, I'm just going to finish this glass and head to bed. By the way, don't forget we have that appointment tomorrow at Esclava. It's at one o'clock."

"Ok, no problem. I'll meet you there. I'm going to get ready for bed too. But first, I need a long, hot shower. I have so much to tell you tomorrow. Goodnight, Ana."

"Night, Kate."

I head towards my room and close the door, as I gulp the last of my wine. I place the empty glass on my nightstand and pull my sheets back before I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I am very meticulous tonight, ensuring I do everything with the most precise care. It's all I can do to try to calm my nerves. When I'm done, I switch off my light, slip into bed and lay my head against my soft pillow. I close my eyes but I still feel restless. They pop back open in an instant and I find myself staring at my ceiling fan circling round and round for several moments. I count backwards from ten and close my eyes again. This time, the wine takes effect, and my head starts to swirl with thoughts of a copper-haired, gray-eyed man. I feel myself relax instantly and easily drift off to sleep.

Wednesday, April 5th, 2017

I wake up the next morning feeling much more calm and relaxed. I get up, shower, dress and have breakfast. The day should go by quickly. I don't have too much to do today. I just need to run into the office and check up on a few things for Jose and Kate's new case.

The day flew by like I knew it would. I look at the clock a few hours after sorting through their paperwork and it's already 12:30 pm. I gather my things so I can head over to the salon. It's only ten minutes away, but I don't want to be late.

I pull up to Esclava and park the car. From the outside, it looks like a large, sleek-looking place. I open the glass door and step inside. The interior is all white and leather. It looks so clinical you'd think you were in an Urgent Care facility, as opposed to a beauty salon. Even the reception desk is stark white with a blonde woman in a white crisp uniform behind it. She looks like a nurse who is about to ask for a copy of my insurance card, ID and the reason for my visit. I walk towards the desk and she glances up at me and gives me a once over as though she recognizes me. She immediately plasters a polite smile on her face.

"Hello, I'm Greta. How may I help you, Miss?"

"Hello, I'm Ana. I have an appointment at 1."

"Oh, yes. Genevieve will be with you shortly. You may take a seat and she'll call you when she's ready."

"Ok, thanks."

I take a seat on one of the white leather couches and grab a magazine to browse through while I wait. After a few minutes go by, the bell chimes as the door opens, and a beautiful brunette female walks in. She's wearing a black, tight-fitting pencil skirt with a black camisole top with white polka dots and lace trimming. She has long auburn, brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. She glances at me, a bit wide eyed, and she falters as she walks up to the desk. Greta flashes that same friendly smile that she just gave me a few moments ago. Although this time, there's a subtle hint of a smirk behind it.

"Hello, Miss Collins. Are you here for your usual with Franco?" Greta asks.

"Uhm, yes, Greta." She tells her, turning to look at me rather suspiciously.

What the fuck is going on here? I'm starting to feel a tad uneasy. Where the hell is Kate? And why is everyone staring at me today? Do I have something on my face? My dress?

"Have a seat, Miss Collins. I'll let Franco know you're here," she tells her and I see her walk towards the back of the salon.

Miss Collins takes a seat across from me and continues to stare. Only this time, she is eyeing me from head to toe, glaring, as if I've upset her somehow. I stare back, meeting her eye, and finally she realizes that I can see her sitting there, gawking at me. She tilts her head and gives me a totally fake smile.

I don't know what her problem is, but I'm starting to get agitated. In that moment, the door opens and Kate walks in. I breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I'm late. There was a bit of a situation, but we'll talk about it later. We're here to get pampered and relax."

"Ok, you're right. I need this."

When Greta comes back, she tells Miss Collins that Franco is ready for her and leads her to his station. After she returns to the front desk, she looks at Kate and tells her she'll be with her in a moment, as she checks in another person waiting at her desk.

"Hello and welcome to Esclava. Do you have an appointment today?" Greta asks Kate.

"Yes, I have a one o'clock appointment along with my friend." Kate replies.

"Very well, your name Miss?"

"Kate Kavanaugh."

"Miss Steele, Miss Kavanaugh, please follow me. Both Genevieve and Jacqueline are ready for you. You will start with your full body massage in our quiet room, followed by mani-pedis, and lastly, your haircut." She leads us down a hallway to the back of the building and places two occupied signs on two different doors. "These are your private rooms. Please change into your robes and lie face down on the massage tables." She spews all these details almost robotically.

"Miss Kavanaugh this is your room and Miss Steele this one is yours. Enjoy your day, ladies. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask your beautician or myself." She walks away, leaving Kate and I by our rooms.

"Well, I guess we'll see each other in a bit. We can catch up during our mani-pedi." Kate says in jovial mood.

I smile at her."Okay… time to relax." She winks at me as she enters her room.

I walk into mine and I instantly feel my body calm and unwind. It's not a big room, but it's warm and beautiful with beige walls and ceramic, tile floors- quite a contrast from the cold, sterile feel of the front lobby. Dim yellow lighting sets the mood as do all the candles. There's a glass metal table with candles against one wall and another small table, with a candle on the bottom glass shelf, on the adjacent wall. A large potted plant dominates one corner of the room, while a vase of flowers stands on a marble slab in the other. The massage table sits diagonally in the middle of the room with a tan robe laid across it.

I walk up to the table, take off my shoes and begin to undress myself. I pick up the soft robe, wrap myself in it and pull it tighter as the soft cashmere caresses my skin. This has to be the most comfortable robe I have ever tried on. I wonder if we can buy these…

There are wooden cubicles by the door and I place my neatly folded clothes, shoes and purse inside while I patiently wait for my masseuse. Shortly after, there's a knock on the door.

"Miss Steele, may I come in?"

"Yes."

"Hello, Miss Steele. I'm Genevieve and I'll be the one tending to you today. Are you ready?"

"Yes, I am."

"Very well. Please disrobe and we will get started."

I take off the robe and place it at the end of the massage table. I lay flat on my stomach, pull the blankets over my naked body and place my face in the headrest. A few moments later, Genevieve is back in the room.

"Would you like some soothing music on."

"Um, yes please."

"Ok, now relax."

I close my eyes and listen to the soothing sounds of a trickling fountain, as Genevieve pulls the blanket down to just above my tailbone. I feel a line of oil slowly spilling along my spine as warm hands begin to spread it all over my back. It feels amazing. Then, she starts to knead my upper back, and I can feel all my muscles soften at her touch.

"Is this okay?" She asks.

"Yes, perfect."

I take a deep breath while she gently increases pressure and presses deeply into the middle of my back. The feeling is exquisite and I feel myself begin to doze off.

I wake up to someone nudging me gently and hear a soft voice somewhere in the background.

"Miss Steele...Miss Steele wake up." I hear Genevieve gently trying to lull me awake.

"Huh? Uh….oh... I'm so sorry. I can't believe I fell asleep." I apologize, yawning.

"It's alright, Miss Steele. It happens all the time. No worries. I will step out so you can put your robe back on. Then we'll get started on your manicure and pedicure. I'll be outside." She says, as she heads towards the door.

"Umm….is my friend Kate done as well?" I ask.

"Yes. She finished about 5 minutes ago. She's waiting outside for you, Miss Steele. Anything else I can do for you?" She asks.

"No, that's all. Thank you."

"Of course. I'll be waiting outside."

I get off the table, stretch my back and put my robe back on. I'm so calm and tranquil right now that I can't even remember what has had me so stressed. I'm so glad I went for the massage. I really needed that after all this… Fuck! And just like that I remember what has me so freaked out. Tomorrow is the big day.

Stop thinking about tomorrow! You'll just get all tense and worked up again! I chastise myself and try to think about something else to distract me, but all I can manage to come up with is a pair of piercing, gray eyes staring back at me. I shake my head and walk outside, closing the door behind me.

"Hey, there you are. I was wondering what was taking you so long?" Kate looks at me, concerned.

"Yeah, sorry. I passed out after about two minutes. I had to be nudged awake. But, it was totally worth it. I'm already feeling so much lighter." I rave.

"Yeah, me too. We really should do this more often, boss. I mean, our jobs can be very stressful at times. I'm sure you can think of a way to write them off on your taxes." She says with a big, toothy smile.

"I'll see what I can do, Kate." I wink at her.

We are then led to a different part of the salon where our hands and feet will be pampered. This section is a bit warmer than the front lobby. Practically everything is in a light cream color including the walls, the chairs, the floor and the tiny ceramic tiles that offset the white basins with chrome fixtures. There are only four leather chairs against the wall, each with a large off-white square pillow, and above each chair are sunburst wall decors with tiny scattered mirrors.

Across from the pedicure chairs are the manicure stations. The chairs and tables are also off-white and chrome. Four large, round, soft-white lighting fixtures, recessed lighting and hanging lamps fill the room with a soothing ambiance. I begin to feel relaxed in here too. That is, until I pass by that strange brunette who kept staring at me… and guess what? She's staring… again.

In an attempt to avoid a confrontation, I stare straight ahead as I follow Genevieve and Kate and ignore her rude, gawking behavior. Once we are seated, Kate and I begin to chat animatedly. Thank God, she's sitting at the other end with two chairs between us. There's something familiar about her, but I can't put my finger on it. Hmm?

"So, Kate… What do you have to tell me?" I ask as Genevieve starts buffing my toenails.

"Ok… So you know how Jose and I are working on that new case?"

"Yeah the one with the wife cheating on her husband with her step-son?"

"Yes. The Patterson case. Well... the son almost caught Jose last night."

"What?! How the hell did that happen?"

"Well, we were watching them from across the bar of that secluded little restaurant they always go to when Daddy Dearest is out of town. All of a sudden, the son starts groping and feeling up his step mom. Well, Jose got a little too enthusiastic and pulled his camera out of his bag. He started shooting pictures without thinking. He forgot to turn the flash off and well… the son came up to our table and started screaming and yelling at us… I tried to get him out of it. Fortunately for Jose, I was wearing a very low-cut top and happened to be very convincing. I told him that Jose is a food blogger and was taking pictures of our meals, not them…"

"Oh my God! And they actually believed that nonsense?"

Kate laughed. "Well yeah… there's nothing that these girls can't get me out of." She nods downward towards her giant cleavage. "I squeezed my tits together and he couldn't stop staring. I don't think he even heard the excuse I gave him. He just smiled, apologized and walked away."

I bust out laughing so hard that, unfortunately, I snort really loud and attract the attention of every person in the room. I glance around and notice that the girl that keeps staring at me has left the area and mentally thank the lord. I quickly shut up, as the red hot feeling of embarrassment lights up my face and turn my head away to avoid everyone's curious faces. When everyone finally looks away, I turn back toward Kate and we giggle quietly at the fool I just made of myself.

An hour later, Kate and I are led back to the stark-white area, where the Hair & Makeup section is, so we can finally get our hair cut and styled. I hate to admit that I was a little nervous to walk back into that room. I was afraid that crazy bitch was going to be in there, glaring at me again- but my nerves were calmed when I found that she was no longer here. Hopefully she left.

After we're given some refreshments, our hair is washed and Kate explains how she wants it done. The ladies begin and go to work on our hair. The time passes quietly, as Kate and I talk about nothing important in particular. We just enjoy each other's company and the company of our hair stylists. After about 45 minutes, I am finished and waiting on Kate.

Genevieve hands me a mirror so I can see the back of my hair. It is still long with layers and beautiful curls cascade all down my back. After I give her my nod of approval, she spins me back towards the front and my mouth drops open. After staring in the mirror for about thirty seconds without saying anything, Genevieve asks how I like it.

"Wow… it's beautiful. And I have so much volume now. I love it! Thank you so much!"

Oh my god! I feel beautiful!

"Of course, Miss Steele." She smiles brightly at me. "Can I get you anything else while you wait on Miss Kavanaugh?"

"No, thank you. You have done more than enough."

"Okay. Just let anyone know if you need anything." She smiles again and walks towards the lobby, her heels clicking the whole way.

"Wow, Steele! You looking fucking stunning!"

"Thank you, Kate! But holy hell… I never knew how much hair I had until today!"

"It's perfect."

"You don't think it's a little too much?" I ask, worried about how big it is.

"Of course not! By tomorrow morning some of it will flatten and you will be left with the perfect style for your appointment." She winks at me goofily, and I can't help my giggle.

A few moments later, Jacqueline snaps off her salon cape and brushes off the excess hair around Kate's neck. She spins Kate around and then back again so she can admire her new style. Her hair is a perfect medium length with soft curls that surround her beautiful heart-shaped face.

"Wow, Kate! Talk about stunning." I nod to her and she blushes shyly at my compliment.

"Thank you, Ana. Now let's go eat dinner. I'm starving!"

"Sushi Kashiba?!" I ask excitedly as I pay our bill with my company credit card.

"Where else?" Kate asks with a grin, and I am so excited, I don't even balk at the $750 bill I just payed.

After a long, filling meal and a few shots of sweet Sake, Kate and I drive home around 8:30 P.M. By the time we arrive, my feet are killing me and I am ready for bed. I head to my bathroom and brush my teeth before I lay down. I can't believe how tired I am after four and half hours of pampering and relaxation. It's unbelievable how exhausting it is to be treated like a queen all day. I slip into my pajamas and set my alarm for 8 A.M. tomorrow. I need as much beauty sleep as I can get. I get under my covers and lay on my side, so I don't mess up my hair, and drift asleep more easily than I have in the past month.

Thursday, April 6th, 2017

My alarm goes off and I am instantly awake. I take a deep breath and close my eyes again for a few seconds. When I finally open them, I just stare at the ceiling, thinking. Today is the day. I finally get to "meet" the great Christian Grey. I feel butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. I'm so nervous, and I don't even know why. I've gone undercover before without any problems. Maybe because this time my target is SEXY as hell. I take another deep breath and finally get out of bed. I have to stay focused- especially around this unnerving man. I'm a mess and I haven't even met him yet. God, help me.

I keep myself busy for a couple of hours in an attempt not to think about what lies ahead. I make myself breakfast and clean up the apartment, dusting and vacuuming an already clean living room. When I am finished, I go through some of my emails at my desk, and of course, there's one from Hyde. I decide to ignore it for now, because I just don't need that kind of stress today. I check the clock and see that it is already 10:30 am. I stand up and stretch, rolling my shoulders backwards and bending over to relieve the tension in my back. It's time to start getting ready. I lay my dress on the bed and head for a quick shower, being sure to not get my hair wet.

About an hour later, I'm looking at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing the lipstick red Herve Leger bandage dress and it hugs and accentuates all of my curves in all of the right places- especially the large swell of my breasts. Wow! I look fucking hot!

I'm wearing black, Jimmy Choo, collared, stiletto heels and my hair, thank God, has retained its look from yesterday. I teased it a bit and refreshed some of the curls after my shower. I absolutely love the way it looks. My makeup is done, simple yet alluring, and I'm admiring myself when I hear Kate's voice unexpectedly penetrate the air behind me. I all but jump out of my skin.

"Holy shit, Ana! You look smokin' hot!"

"Holy FUCK!" I let out a loud, short scream.

"You scared the shit out of me, Kate!" I yelp.

"Sorry! I wanted to see you before you left. O.M.G., there's no way you're not going to get his attention. That man is going to be drooling when he sees you."

"You think?" I ask, a little unsure that all of this may be too much.

"Definitely! You look great, Ana. You got this."

"Thanks, Kate. Well, I better get going. I want to get there early. Wish me luck." I say as I grab my clutch and keys.

"Good luck." Kate hugs me and barely kisses me on the cheek to avoid ruining my makeup.

I lock up the house, and I head towards my 2014 Honda Civic to drive the 15 minutes it takes to get to the Mile High Club. Once I arrive, I hand my keys to the valet and walk inside toward the bank of elevators. I'm a little nervous. My palms are sweaty and the butterflies in my stomach are really fluttering. It's making me feel quite queasy. Shit! Don't get sick, Ana. Don't get sick.

I step into the elevator and it's a good thing that I'm alone because I almost trip head-first over the lip of the door jam. Luckily, I catch myself, and I work on calming my anxious breathing as the elevator scales up to the 76th floor- which seems to be climbing at a snail's pace. I put my clutch under my arm, take a deep breathe and shake my hands out. I let my breath out slowly, straighten my back and square my shoulders. I can do this, I tell myself over and over again.

When I step out of the elevator, I am extremely careful not to trip again. I'm calmer now, and I walk up to the host's stand with confidence, give him my name and follow gracefully, as he leads me to my reserved table. I'm fifteen minutes early and the place is packed and busy. Thankfully, it allows me to blend in as opposed to sticking out like a sore thumb- especially in this fire-engine, red dress.

The waiter comes over to take my order and I decide on a Greek salad with extra kalamata olives. I'm too nervous to eat anything heavy. I also order a strawberry lemonade and a side of french bread. As I'm waiting for my meal, I see the man that has been continuously invading my thoughts at night enter the room. He has showed up alone, with the exception of his security detail. Whoever it is he is meeting, must be showing up separately...

God, he is such a strikingly gorgeous man. He looks dignified, imposing and extremely sexy in his gray, fitted suit. Christ… he is even more good looking close up and in person.

I see him being ushered towards what looks like a private room, with Eagle-eye following closely behind. I grab my glass of water as calmly as I can manage, suddenly feeling parched, when I see his CPO nonchalantly scan the place. A few seconds later, I watch as they both disappear behind the curtain. Fuck! Now, what? Shit! I wasn't counting on this. Well, I guess I'll just have to sit my ass here and wait until I figure something else out.

The waiter brings me my lemonade, and I take a sip while I attempt to come up with a better way to eavesdrop upon Mr. Grey and his mystery guest. I casually scan the entrance, watching as couples and families are led to their tables. Family after family, couple after couple. Fifteen minutes have passed and I begin to feel a bit frustrated with myself. At this point, I am convinced that he is not meeting anyone in particular. Perhaps he just really likes the food here and takes a lunch every Thursday at 1 pm… Or better yet, he's probably just having a meeting with Mr. Eagle Eyes about some weekly security update or something.

The waiter brings a basket of bread and my salad. I thank him politely, and then proceed to angrily tear a piece of bread off with my teeth. As I take another bite, I see a blonde woman walk in. She's older, but gorgeous and poised. Her black knee-length coat and heels make her look tall and statuesque, and I notice that she is dressed impeccably in the most high-end designer fashion. She's wearing black from head to toe with tight leather pants on and a silky, black blouse tucked into her waistband, the top two buttons undone. Her hair looks soft and gentle waves skim the tops of her shoulders.

I watch as she is ushered towards the private room and steps behind the curtain. Hmm, I wonder who she is? Possibly an aunt? Or maybe a business partner? A love interest?! I make a note to find out who Blondie is. She's never come up during any of my research and it is going to drive me nuts until I find out who she is. Looks like I've got some more digging to do. I return to my meal and occupy my thoughts with new ways to spy on these two.

It's been an hour and I've been done with my meal for a while now. I've been sitting here trying to come up with a plan, since it seems that all my previous planning has been a bust, but I can't seem to find a way past Mr. Military Man, Jason Taylor, who has perched himself right outside the curtain to stand guard. I realize that there is no way I am ever going to get past that man and I feel stupid for believing that a silly plan like this would work. I decide it's a no-go, so I nod at the waiter to take care of my bill. I'm pissed that this day went to shit, but mostly I'm pissed at myself for wasting all that time, money and worry on a plan that I didn't even want to partake in to begin with. However, as I'm rising from the chair, I see Blondie furiously storm out of the private room and head for the exit. I look back towards the curtain, but don't see Grey. What the fuck was that all about? There is definitely something more going on between them than a casual business relationship.

Feeling rather irritable, I quickly gather my clutch and make my way to the exit in an attempt to follow the blonde woman out. This day sucks! But I am hoping I can salvage the afternoon by spying on her and finding out who the hell she is, since I can't get anywhere near Christian Grey. When I enter the lobby, I am annoyed to find that she has already left the area. I check in the Ladies restroom, just to be sure, but find the place empty apart from two elderly women washing their hands. I quickly wash mine and fiercely push the door open to re-enter the lobby. As I make my way to the elevators, I'm looking through my clutch for my keys. I briefly lift my eyes to see where I'm going before then quickly go back to the task.

It's a small fucking clutch for fuck's sake! Ugh! I finally find them and angrily keep walking. I guess I should've been paying attention though, because next thing I notice, is me bumping into someone and the feeling of falling forwards.

"Shit!"

"Whoa!" I hear a deep voice call out in surprise.

Not only do I not hit the floor, but I actually find myself wrapped in a pair of strong muscular arms.

I look up and an involuntary shiver rakes down my spine as I find myself locked in the arms of the man that I have been spying on for the last four weeks. Christian freaking Grey. I lose the ability to breathe, speak and blink all at once. I stand there looking like a fool with my mouth agape.

"Are you ok, Miss?"

I'm quiet, as it takes me a few more seconds to come to my senses.

"Wh..what?"

"Are you, ok?"

"Oh...uh..yes, yes I am. Thank you. I'm sorry for bumping into you like that. I should have been watching where I was going."

All the while, I'm still trapped in this sexy man's embrace and a tingly, static feeling runs through my body as I look into his eyes. Both of us gasp at the same time, but he collects himself and pushes me back, now holding me at arm's length. His eyes roam over my body, and I feel my skin flush.

"Just be careful, Miss…?" He's staring at me, awaiting my answer.

"Oh, ah...Spector, Ana Spector." I stutter out.

"Nice to meet you, Ana Spector." He says in a seductive, raspy voice.

Holy shit! I've done it! Yeah, it's not the way that I planned, but fuck it. I'm about to enter a confined space with this provocative man, and I can't wait.

A/N:Thank you for reading and reviewing. :)