Chapter 3

I push for the elevator and step inside. I am alone and I press 6 but the elevator goes down instead. It stops on the 1st level of the parking garage and in steps a tall very attractive guy. He smiles at me and I think I stare too long at him. He's around 6'2" very well built wearing a dark grey suit, a white linen shirt, grey tie and has dark copper sexy hair and deep grey eyes. He smells yummy! And I can feel myself blush from head to toe. Crap I must look so stupid in this dress.

I wonder who he is I've never seen him here before. He presses some numbers on a keypad, hmm I always wondered what that was for and steps back against the elevator wall. I can feel him looking at me and I just look down into my drink. The elevator whisks us up and I notice it doesn't stop on my floor. I press 6 again and but the numbers keep going higher and higher 10, 14….27, 28, 29 what the fuck!

"Oh I missed my floor" I mutter nervously feeling something is very wrong and bump, the elevator comes to an abrupt halt between the 29th and 30th floor with a bounce and I gasp loud.

"OH no I think we are stuck" and I start to panic. The man steps forward and presses some buttons but nothing happens. I am starting to panic and I feel lightheaded, hearts racing, and sweaty palms. This is like right out of a creepy Halloween horror movie apart from the really hot guy with me.

"Are you alright Miss?" he says curiously. I can only nod, unable to speak. All I can think of is that I am stuck 30 stories up and visions of the elevator plummeting to the underground garage and crashing hard fill my head and I hold on the rail and try to breathe.

"Hey, it's Okay calm down. I've been stuck a few times we'll be fine" He seems annoyed with me. He pushes a number on the keypad and a voice comes over a small speaker. "Security can I help you?"

"Yes this is Mr. Grey I am stuck in the north elevator between the 29th and 30th floor of my penthouse, please send someone ASAP. This is the 4th time in a year" he snaps

"Yes right away . I'm very sorry for the inconvenience sir. Are you the sole occupant in the elevator sir?"

"No there is a young woman in here as well" he snaps irritated

"Just fucking send someone now" I jump back at his frightening tone and he looks up at me for a moment and closes his eyes briefly.

"I'm sorry Miss, I didn't mean to frighten you, I'm Christian Grey and you are?" he reaches his hand out to me and I take it shakily. Oh he is Christian Grey, Oh Kate was right he's hot, very hot.

"I'm Anastasia Steele" I whisper barely able to speak. I am in a full blown panic attack right now and I feel like I'm going to faint. My breathing is getting heavy and next thing I know I'm sliding down the wall of the elevator onto my behind paralyzed with fear.

"Are you okay?" he bends down next to me. I swallow hard.

"I'm scared, I've never been stuck in an elevator I want to get out of here please" I plead looking up at his gorgeous face with desperation and the tears spring to my eyes.

He stares at me for a moment curiously and gives me a warm smile. He sits down beside me and grabs my hand gently and I feel a current run through me. He reaches into his suit jacket and takes out a white monogrammed handkerchief with CTG embroidered on it in gray and hands it to me and I pat my eyes and forehead gently. It smells nice.

"thank you" I try my hardest to speak but it sounds weak and low and he nods.

"You're going to be fine Miss Steele, I promise you, let's just talk to pass the time and someone will come for us soon okay" he says sweetly.

I nod "Okay" I mutter and he smirks

"What are you drinking?' he asks

"An apple Martini" I sniffle

"Why don't you take a nice big sip to relax you, are you sure your old enough to drink?" he raises an arched brow at me.

"I am 22"I try to sound offended but I can't manage right now being that I am crippled with fear. Please don't plummet, please don't plummet elevator?

"Hmm really, Do you live here or are you at a Halloween party?" he asks gesturing towards my dress

"I live here on the 6th floor. I moved in a few months ago with a roommate" I answer the blood is flowing back to my head now. I try to look up at him but he is very attractive and I blush. He is really staring at me and I feel self-conscious especially dressed like this.

"Roommate? Like a boyfriend?" he asks. Well how nosey of him.

"No my close friend and college roommate Kate I don't have a boyfriend" I say trying to conceal a grin

"How about you ?" I bet he's married with kids and a dog or dating a supermodel. He is just divine looking and he smells like a delicious combination of body wash and fresh linen.

"I live here; we are stuck on my floors, just outside my apartment" how vague. Yes he must be married. Damn that stinks. Not like he'd go for me anyway. This is a clear case of a pity talk, he doesn't want me having some epic freak-out in the elevator and I don't either.

"Floors?" I ask

"Yes, I occupy the 29th and 30th floors" he says casually.

"Oh you must have a big family" I mutter. Oh that sounded stupid.

"No, I live alone well I have staff" he mutters. Oh single. Stop dreaming, out of your league. Far far out.

"So are you having a party or are you coming back from one, you've only said you live here Miss Steele?"

"My roommate Katherine Kavanagh threw a party but I don't really like parties so I went for some air and on the way back I got stuck" I gulp. He is really staring at me. We have been in here for at least 25 minutes but his talking has kept me calm. He looks at his blackberry "No signal" he mutters. I look at my phone but the battery is dead. I can hear voices outside the elevator.

"Mr. Grey, Sir its Taylor" a voice calls

"Yes Taylor I'm stuck in here tell security to hurry the fuck up already" he shouts

"Yes sir, They are working on it as we speak, just sit tight"

He looks at me and smiles. "Sit tight, where does he think I'm going to go?" he laughs annoyed.