Just to clear this up before you all ask…yes the handsome hunk is finally in the story: Christian Grey. For now in this chapter he is the italicized text. Also this scene is mostly the same at the first book with the exception of my input. All credit goes to EL James for her work used in this chapter.

Waiting.

I hate fucking waiting.

I know the pill worked. I know Ms. kavanagh will not be able to come. I know my plan worked. It has to work.

Its only 8:30, half an hour left to when I finally meet the great Ms. Steele.

"Mary Hurry up!" Ana yells in a hurry running to the great room, grabbing her car keys, tea mug and her Chanel bag. God its already 8:30 and she had to reach the Grey house by 9:00. She finishes her tea in super speed, burning her tongue. Oh god if only she had more time.

Oh no you don't Steele! Who told you to take an hour, long bath? Dreaming about some guy with beautiful gray eyes…stop it! Late already. Mary is taking why to much time with that sandwich. You know what forget it. I will eat after the interview.

"Forget it Mary…I am…late, still have to stop by Kate" Ana yells loudly again while running out the front doors to her white BMW. She pulls out of the driveway and is on her way to Kate's house to collect the questions then to Grey House.

"Andrea, Is my 9:00 appointment here yet"

"Not yet, Mr. Grey"

Why are people not punctual? Fuck! Is it that hard? Calm down Grey. She still technically has 8mins. And for all this to work you need to calm down.

"Send her in as soon as possible Andrea" I bark at her. It's not her mistake Grey. Calm your nerves.

"Yes Mr. Grey. Would you like me to bring some coffee for you?" she replies ever so lightly through the intercom.

"Yes."

8Mins. Oh god but then I am still not late "late". Can't this elevator go up any faster? Finally the large silver doors opens. Again I'm in another large lobby - again all glass, steel, and white sandstone. I'm confronted by another desk of sandstone and another young blonde woman who greets me.

"Good morning. You must be Ms. Kavanagh?"

"Um…no I am Anastasia Steele. Kate I mean, Ms. Kavanagh couldn't make it"

The blonde women took my coat and told me to take a seat. Ok good. Now I have time to review the questions. Just as I was about to review the questions blonde at the desk speaks.

"Mr. Grey will see you know, Ms. Steele"

I grab all my belongings and proceed towards the partially open door. I push open the door and stumble through, tripping over my own feet, and falling head first into the big office. I am on my hands and knees in the doorway to Mr. Grey's office, and gentle hands are around me helping me to stand.

I am so embarrassed, damn my clumsiness. I have to steel myself to glance up. Holy cow- he's so young.

"Miss Kavanagh." He extends a long-fingered hand to me once I'm upright. "I'm Christian Grey. Are you all right? Would you like to sit?"

He is so young and attractive, very attractive actually. He's tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie with unruly dark copper hair and intense, bright gray eyes that regard me shrewdly.

Eyes…

Gray…beautiful gray eyes

Copper hair…no can't be him. If he's him, He would remember me and my…Oh god…my tripping incident from yesterday too.

It takes a moment for me to find my voice.

"Um. Actually" I mutter. "I am Anastasia Steele. Kate…I mean Ms. Kavanagh is indisposed, so she sent me. Hope you don't mind Mr. Grey"

I place my hand in his and we shake. As our fingers touch, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me. I withdraw my hand hastily, embarrassed. Must be static.

I blink rapidly, my eyelids matching my heart rate. He is so hot. If he is the guy I met yesterday then I was right. He is Adonis. He is a god. A true Greek God. Even his touch is the same so warm- so electric.

"No. And as I have mentioned before I only have 10mins. Please have a seat Ms. Steele"

I walk to the white leather seats in this office and settle down on one of them. He walks and sinks down in the leather seat opposite to me.

I set up the mini recorder and flip open the questions placing both the things in my lap. When I look up he's watching me, one hand relaxed in his lap and the other cupping his chin and trailing his long index finger across his lips.

"I am sorry. I'm not used to this. So um should we start?" I say lightly blushing. If only he new how wet and turned on I am under his gaze.

He removed the long beautiful finger from his lips and says, " I'm ready when you are Ms. Steele"

"Ok um. Has Ms. Kavanagh mentioned what this interview is about?"

"Yes. To appear in the graduation issue of the student newspaper as I shall be conferring the degrees at this year's graduation ceremony."

Oh my, he is! "You are?" I ask fully surprised. Stop this Steele. You are making this awkward. " I mean, I know. Of course you are!" god this is so embarrassing and…he's laughing at me. I can tell he is. He is pressing his finger to his gorgeous lips to hide his smile.

"Okie first question. You're very young to have amassed such an empire. To what do you…"

"Owe your success?" he says, cutting me through. "Really?" he asks.

" Um yep" I reply as coolly as I could. Damn he is so hot. Ok a little arrogant but very hot- and gorgeous.

"Business is all about people, Miss Steele, and I'm very good at judging people. I know how they tick, what makes them flourish, what doesn't, what inspires them, and how to incentivize them. I employ an exceptional team, and I reward them well." He pauses and fixes me with his gray stare. "My belief is to achieve success in any scheme one has to make oneself master of that scheme, know it inside and out, know every detail. I work hard, very hard to do that. I make decisions based on logic and facts. I have a natural gut instinct that can spot and nurture a good solid idea and good people. The bottom line is, it's always down to good people."

" Maybe you are just lucky" god he is so arrogant. But then who would with what he has.

"I don't subscribe to luck or chance, Miss Steele. The harder I work the more luck I seem to have. It really is all about having the right people on your team and directing their energies accordingly. I think it was Harvey Firestone who said 'the growth and develop-ment of people is the highest calling of leadership.'"

"You sound like a control freak." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

"Oh, I exercise control in all things, Miss Steele," he says without a trace of humor in his smile. I look at him, and he holds my gaze steadily, impassive. My heartbeat quickens, and my face flushes again. GOD His affect on me is…

And he should stop touching his lower lip. It's getting super distracting now.

"Do you have any interests outside your work?" I ask.

"I have varied interests, Miss Steele." A ghost of a smile touches his lips. And for some reason, I'm confounded and heated by his steady gaze. His eyes are alight with some wicked thought. Oh I hope that thought has me some where in it! Get a grab Steele.

"You invest in manufacturing. Why, specifically?" I ask. I am so wet god please help me.

"I like to build things. I like to know how things work: what makes things tick, how to construct and deconstruct. And I have a love of ships. What can I say?"

"That sounds like your heart talking rather than logic and facts."

His mouth quirks up, and he stares appraisingly at me.

"Possibly. Though there are people who'd say I don't have a heart."

"Why would they say that?"

"Because they know me well." His lip curls in a wry smile. Stop Adonis Stop. If you could fuck from staring only, I have already fucked him 15 times.

"And why do I think that this is not true?" I ask without thinking. He just stares at me with an unknown expression.

"How old were you when you were adopted?" shit.

"That's a matter of public record, Miss Steele." His tone is stern. I flush, again. Crap. I should have done some research.I move on quickly.

"You've had to sacrifice a family life for your work."

"That's not a question." He's terse.

"Sorry." I squirm, trying again. "Have you had to sacrifice a family life for your work?"

"I have a family. But yes…some of the most important events I missed. Which I think only I could have stopped from happening. My presence mattered…gave the enemies a chance to ruin everything." He says looking directly at me. Whispers the last part.

Ok that was weird. It was like he directly said all that to me. Like it was for me. I quickly move on to the next question. Without thinking I read of the sheet…

"Are you gay, Mr. Grey?"

He inhales sharply, and I cringe, mortified. Crap. Damn Kate and her curiosity!

"No Anastasia, I'm not gay." He raises his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. He does not look pleased.

Suddenly the door opens, and Blonde steps in- standing just at the door. Thank you blonde for saving me. This was so awkward. I am going to kill Kate.

"Mr. Grey sorry for interrupting but your next meeting is in 5mins"

" We are not finished here. Cancel it." He says sternly without lifting his eyes from me.

"Very well Mr. Grey" she says leaving.

"Um no its fine. I can go" I say hesitantly

"Please don't let me keep you from anything." I say with full honesty. Even though I don't want to leave this handsome hunk.

"I want to know about you. I think that's only fair." His gray eyes are alight with curiosity. Where's he going with this? I hope somewhere interesting and…wet.

He places his elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. His mouth is very... distracting. I swallow.

"There's not much to know," I say, flushing again.

"What are your plans after you graduate?"

I shrug, thrown by his interest. "I haven't made any plans, Mr. Grey. I just need to get through my final exams."

His gaze is intense, all humor gone, and strange muscles deep in my belly clench suddenly. I tear my eyes away from his scrutiny and stare blindly down at my knotted fingers. What's going on I have to go - now. I lean forward to retrieve the recorder. I have to leave soon. Oh Adonis…we are separating already.

"Did you get everything you need?" he asks.

"Yes," I reply. His eyes narrow, speculatively.

"Thank you for the interview, Mr. Grey." And thank you for being so attractive. Great now I won't be able to sleep. All night. Dreaming about you and your mouth.

"The pleasure's been all mine," he says, polite as ever. Oh, fuck me already! What is wrong with you Steele? Stop it.

As I rise, he stands and holds out his hand.

"Until we meet again, Miss Steele." And it sounds like a challenge, or a threat, I'm not sure which. But it makes me happy. I hope we meet again to Adonis. We shake hands and there it is again- the current.

"Hope you make it safely through the door this time. You have a pattern of falling into my arms every time." He says with a smirk. Oh god. It was Him! What do I say to him now?

I look into his eyes. Flushing.

He leans close. Oh god he smells divine. It's The Christian Grey scent- So Erotic. I close my eyes.

"It better be only my arms you fall into Ms. Steele." He whispers in my ear. The heat in his breath stroking my ear. His lips lightly touch…oh god I can feel this…there.

"And it better be you saving me every time I fall, Adonis" I whisper back. My voice doesn't sound like mine. My eyes tightly shut while his lips stroking my ear ever so lightly.

"Adonis? As in God?" he whispers. Did I just say that out loud? But oh god his touch is so...

"Yes" I whisper back.

"Quite an interesting description of me" he chuckles. He is going to be the end of me.

"Nothing but the truth!" I say, opening my eyes. God his eyes are so beautiful.

"Speaking of truths," he says. " I have never been this hard for anyone…ever since I have seen you…even my hand can't satisfy me" he whispers. My eyes go wide. Did he just say that? Oh god

He grabs my hand from my right side and guides it to his…oh god.

Oh My Fucking Lord! He is hard. He moves my hand up and down his crouch lightly. A deep groan releases from his mouth. I press my fingers a little harder on his crouch. God he feels so good. I cup him with my hand moving my fingers up and down. Looking up at him- his eyes closed, his breathing changed. He looks overwhelming. All this pleasure is the result of my hand.

Suddenly realisation hit me. What am I doing? I pull my hand away form his…thingy.

I step back, fixing my self up- I look everywhere except him. Don't you dare play easy to get, Steele. He looks at me surprised.

"Thank you, Mr. Grey" I say and walk out his office. Oh Lord. I want him. Badly. He has the kick I like. i need to have him, and he knows this.

Run all you want Ms. Steele…even I know you want me. And you want me bad.