First of all, I'd like to thank all of you for your response. 3 And, thank you to 'loves4paws' for pointing out a mistake I made in the previous chapter. I wrote 'cabin' at the very end instead of 'office'. I was thinking of ships when I wrote that, LOL.

Someone else wanted to know what 'catfish' meant. Here's the Urban Dictionary definition:

someone who pretends to be someone they're not using Facebook or other social media to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances.

Chapter Two – An Agreement

As we entered the elevator, I bit my lip, trying to keep as much distance possible. He probably noticed, hence the slight smirk. I tapped my feet against the floor impatiently, staring at the numbers changing above. When the number '7' finally flashed, and the door opened with a ping, I let myself breathe again. I wasn't sure about Mr. I-Am-So-Hot Christian Grey, but I couldn't bear the proximity between us without wanting to pounce on him.

When I stepped out and scanned the floor, it was all the same. Countless employees on their computers in their own cubicles. Another thing that caught my eye was the fact that all the female employees, including the secretory named Bethy, were all blonde.

Stepping into his office, I found myself staring at a beautiful view of Seattle from a massive window behind Grey's desk. I watched him slide his coat off and had to swallow multiple times to avoid drooling. The top buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a sliver of his toned muscular chest.

"Alright Miss. Steele, what is this urgent matter you had to discuss with me?" He asked me leaning over his desk, hands clasped together tightly.

"You have a lot of blonde employees." I blurted out. I gasped, slapping a hand over my mouth, dropping my gaze, unable to look at him.

"Yes, I have a... preference, you could say, for blonde employees. But I hadn't known that that would be a topic you'd want to discuss with me so urgently." Was he teasing me? I risked a glance up at him and there it was again. That damned smirk. He was teasing me. I turned red with embarrassment, annoyed with myself already.

This is the same Geoffrey you've been speaking to isn't he? Why are you so nervous? Sneered my subconscious. Shaking it off, I went for the kill.

"You act like you don't know me." I stated crossing my arms across my chest. He rose an elegant eyebrow at me in response to my statement.

"I'm not sure I've ever met you before Miss. Steele." He replied, a stern look on his beautiful face.

"No, we haven't met. But we've been talking online for over a month now." I told him, mirroring his stern look, adamant to show him that I wasn't fazed.

"Online? Is that so Miss. Steele?" He asked me, clearly displeased at this point. "Unfortunately, I don't recall chatting with you anywhere."

"So, you're telling me the man, Geoffrey, I've been speaking to on Facebook, is not you? I find it hard to believe that such a man of your calibre and status is completely unaware that someone has been using your picture, your identity to scam others." I snapped. His ability to remain completely calm and the 'uncaring' attitude was starting to get on my nerves.

"A man of my calibre and status also doesn't have time for such petty matters. I'm a busy man Miss. Steele. I'm very renowned in the business world and someone using my picture can't harm me in any way. Infact" he paused, grinning, "there's not much that can harm me."

I sighed. Arrogance was an understatement for Mr. Grey.

"Very modest aren't you?" I spat out.

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Miss Steele." He mumbled dryly causing me to flush with embarrassment for the 100th time in about 15 minutes. Why is it that he made me feel like such a child? Maybe because you ARE being a child, remarked my subconscious. And this time, deep down, I agreed with her. Not that I would admit it.

"I'm calling you a catfish Mr. Grey." He regarded me intently, his teeth clenched together. Slowly, he shook his head and laughed bitterly.

"Why don't we both, together figure out who this Geoffrey is? Will that do Miss. Steele?"

I swallowed nervously. Working together with Christian Grey.

"That would be perfect." I replied.

"Wonderful. Come back tomorrow at 2. I'll have an expert here to help us out." Something about his tone told me he couldn't believe he was wasting his time for this. I couldn't believe it either though. I nodded briskly at him and strode out the door, back straight, not bothering to give him a second glance as much as I wanted to.