So, someone requested and I figured the story would make more sense if there was a Christian POV anyway.. Here it is. =]

Chapter Three– She's Bewitched Me

-Christian's POV-

It has been almost 3 months since I last had a Submissive and to say I was cranky, would be an understatement. I needed control over someone again. I needed that feeling of a Dominant – the feeling that helped me suppress my disturbing past from my mind. Unfortunately, I was forced to end my contract with my last submissive, Leila due to the fact that she was not satisfied as just my submissive and had expected more like the previous others. I was not the man you'd want in your life if you wanted chocolate and roses. I had been a Dominant and leading a BDSM lifestyle since a very young age.

Just as I was about to pick up the phone and call Taylor, the man who literally, handles and takes care of anything and everything in my life, my office phone rang. I stifled a groan and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Grey? There's a lady named, Anastasia Steele here to meet you. She says she knows you and she needs to discuss an urgent matter with you." Said my secretory, Bethy. I rubbed my forehead, annoyed.

"I don't know anyone named Anastasia Steele." I snapped, slamming the phone down. Putting my head in my hands, I took a deep breath. Anastasia Steele. Steele. I had heard of the name, I suddenly realized! But where, when and why, I could not recall. All I knew was that, I did in fact, know of someone named that. I quickly ran out of my office, to the elevator. I was hoping she was still there. Pressing the elevator button frantically, I jumped up and down slightly on my toes, waiting. Just as it pinged open, I stepped in and hit the button for the main floor.

As I rushed out onto the main floor, I walked over to Bethy.

"You mentioned an Anastasia Steele. Where is she?" I asked her. She nodded and pointed at a woman staring directly at us.

I didn't even hear Bethy's 'There she is', as I stared at Anastasia Steele mesmerized. Although she looked exactly like majority of my ex submissives, Leila, in particular, there was something about her. She had expressive chocolate brown eyes, dark brown shoulder length hair, a pouty cute mouth, and a natural blush to her cheeks. I slowly stalked towards her, watching her fidget. She was nervous. I liked that. Approaching her, I felt my lips quirk up. The day felt much easier to go through all of a sudden.

"Anastasia Steele?" She nodded in response, making me want to grin. Quiet, timid, she could be a good submissive to me. "Bethy told me you claimed to know me? Now that I think about it, I may have known you from somewhere. She also told me there was an urgent matter you had to discuss with me. I'm intrigued." No, I wasn't. Intrigued I was, but not about what she had to say. I was intrigued to know more about her. To get to know her more. I wanted her. "I'd like to hear what you have to say. Let's head to my office."

Once again, she only nodded in response and followed me. Perfect.

When we entered the elevator, and we waited for the seventh floor to arrive, I heard her tapping her feet in impatience. Tap, tap, tap. Her nervousness and impatience made me even more excited. I forced myself to face forward, refusing to look at her. I was afraid of revealing any kind of emotion to her. I wouldn't, couldn't let her know of how much she affected me.

As we entered my office, I closed the door behind her as she entered. I didn't normally do that. Walking past her, I stopped near my chair and slid off my coat, watching her eyes darken. I rolled my tongue in my cheek, liking the affect I had on her.

"Alright Miss. Steele, what is this urgent matter you had to discuss with me?" I asked her, leaning over my desk, clasping my hands together on top of the desk tightly. I wanted to touch her. Feel her cheeks, her hair but most importantly, her lips. But I couldn't touch her. Not until I had a contract written out, and she had signed it knowing all the details.

"You have a lot of blonde employees" was not what I was expecting her to say. I watched her amused as she slapped a hand to her mouth, gasping.

"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." I teased, smirking.

The next thing she said, perplexed me.

"You act like you don't know me." She said. I rose an eyebrow at her. Sure, I slightly recalled knowing her name from somewhere. But I had never met her. I would've remembered if I had.

"I'm not sure I've ever met you Miss. Steele." I said, going for a stern look, wanting to intimidate her again. But the woman was stubborn, I find out. She's completely unfazed by me.

"No, we haven't met but we've been talking online for over a month now." I set my mouth in a grim, straight line. What? I don't use any social networking sites at all.

"Online? Is that so Miss. Steele?" 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." She snapped. Snapped at me. No one, had ever dared to snap at me. And so I have learned, never judge a book by its' cover. I'm a good example of that but I hadn't known she would be too. She was definitely not quiet or timid.

"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" I paused, grinning, "there's not much that can harm me."

Why, I was attempting to lighten the mood between us, I had no idea. All I know is that, I like her and I want to have something with her.

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

Clearly, she wasn't interested in being cordial and that made me very unhappy. I needed to control this situation. I needed to control her.

"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Miss Steele." I watched her flush at my remark and let out a sigh of relief. Control again.

"I'm calling you a catfish Mr. Grey." She said. I clenched my teeth together and shook my head, laughing bitterly. And then it clicked. I could control the situation.

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

She swallowed nervously. I suppressed a smile. But I couldn't believe I was doing this. I had a company to run for Gods sake. I didn't have time to waste.

"That would be perfect." She replied. I nodded. I was doing this.

"Wonderful. Come back tomorrow at 2. I'll have an expert here to help us out."

With a shake of her head, she turned and walked out the door, not looking back once.