I do not own any of these characters. This is just for my enjoyment.

Anastasia

"How did you receive entry?" My voice is thicken with annoyance. Who the hell does he think he is?

He smiles and shrugs, "Your PA wasn't at her desk so I lead my self to your office."

I scowl. What gives him the right to interrupt my day and spend my time. What is he doing here, anyway?

"What do you want?" I says as irritation has taken place in my voice. I hate surprises. After a silent moment, he shrugs and smiles again. What the fuck?

"If you're not here to talk buisness. Get out of my office." I say as I sit on my office chair.

"You know Anastasia. I did come here to talk business." He says as he walks up to one of the cushioned leather chairs I have placed infront of my desk and sits directly in front of me.

I eye him skeptically and I know this is going to be trouble. My gut instinct is telling me I won't like this and it's never been wrong before. Before I even realize it, I nod my head for him to continue.

"You want SIP?" He asks as he tosses his right leg over his left, resting his ankle at his knee.

My eyes roam his body and what a body it is. He's wearing a grey three piece suite, black shoes, grey socks, and a white linen shirt. His hair, copper with a hint of brown, looks unruly but is anything but. His eyes are what captures my attention. They're the same grey eyes I saw yesterday afternoon, but they're is something different in them. It's as if he can see me, not Anastasia Steele the CEO, but Ana. Shut this down Ana!

Turning back my attention to the topic at hand I lean my elbows on my desk while I cross my leg over the other, causing my skirt to ride slightly up my thigh.

"What about." I state as I look directly at him, but he's not looking at me. I can see his eyes roam over my body, lingering on some parts. I'm used to this. Every time I have a meeting with an author or a business partner, they always tend to stare. A small smile threatens to escape me, but I hold it in.

"If you're done ogling, Christian. Talk business or leave. You have five minutes." I state, waking him up from his thoughts. He nods slightly and begins to collect himself, not after he discretely arranges his most prized possession.

"You want SIP. I own it. I'll make you a deal." He speaks and a beautiful smile forms on his lovely face, when he catches me glancing at his crotch. He's a cocky son of a bitch.

"What exactly makes you believe I want what you can..." I say as I nod my head slightly at his direction. "Offer." I finish with a quirk of my eyebrow and crossing my arms under my chest, with a straight face.

"You'll want my offer." He states. To anyone who hears this conversation it may sound like business. But I know what game he's playing at. The double innuendos are ringing loud and clear. Not fucken happening!

"Your five minutes are up Christian. Thank you for wasting my time. Now get out." Pushing my chair from under my glass desk, I stand running my hands down my waist to my thighs to straighten my skirt and begin to make my way to the door.

As I'm about to reach the door handle, I feel Christian's hand hold my arm back. Turning around I immediately shake my arm loose of his grip. How dare he fucken touch me?

"Don't touch me Christian." You can hear the displeasure in my voice.

"Have dinner with me. And I'll hand over SIP to you. No strings attached." He says as he takes a step closer to me. Instinctively, I step back until my back hits the door. Shit!

"I don't do business that way. Sorry to disappoint Christian." My voice is firm, but my heart is erratic. I can hear a slight ringing in my ears and my palms are moist. Shit, shit, shit! Move Ana!

I can feel his breath hit my face. And God, if he doesn't smell good. He's the perfect scent. It's manly, erotic, and sweet all in one. As I try to control my breathing, I can hear Christian take a lung full of air. I stop breathing and my eyes have widen as I notice he has placed his hands on the door above my shoulders. Successfully trapping me in the process between him and the door. I'm stuck. Fucken move Ana!

"Christian..." I start but I don't know what to say.

"Have dinner with me." He says as he opens his eyes and looks directly at me. Holy shit! If I said his eyes were beautiful then, I have no words to describe them now. They have this sparkle, a gleam, of sin. It's as if he can see my hidden desires, my fears, and most definitely my flaws.

I turn my head to avoid his gaze. But that only causes him to lift my chin using the tips of his index and middle finger, to turn my face back towards him.

"It's just dinner Ana." He says as his eyes are pleading for me to accept.

"No." I answer. He looks slightly confused for a second and then nods his head in understanding. He removes his arms from the door and stands back allowing me space to move. I immediately remove myself from that position and quickly turn the door handle to let him out.

"Bye Christian." I say as I hold the door open for him to leave as I attempt to remain serious for as my heart and nerves are running wild.

"Bye Ana." He says disappointedly. I can see a frown marking his beautiful face as he walks out of my office. Walking towards the elevator to press the call button, I see him run both his hands through his hair. I don't know why but I can't help feel sad. Why does he affect me so?

Upon hearing the arrival of the elevator, I close my office door. I don't want to see that look on his face again.

Turning my self around I walk back to my desk and take out one of the manuscripts I've received today. I remove my heels, tuck my legs under me, and sit on my office chair facing the floor to ceiling windows out to the beautiful view of downtown Seattle.

Opening the manuscript and begin to read.

This is my escape. My freedom. No pain. No guilt. No punishment. This is where I can be free. Free to be... me. This is why I do what I do. I'm great at it. This is what motivates my success and I will never give this up. Nothing is worth my freedom to be me.