Hey guys once again I have nothing else to do and I really wanted to keep writing on my story. Hope you guys like this chapter, now I wanted to tell you a head of time that Christian at 23 has only been a dominant for a short time. So on something's he won't be as strict but on other things he will be. Also Ana isn't completely like Ana in the book. This Ana has experienced some things and is more submissive then the book Ana. Thank you guys for reading, hope you like it.

Chapter 3: Only 23

"Sexy eyes," I realized all too soon that I had said that out loud and as soon as it slipped out I cringed inwardly.

"Excuse me?" He cocked an eyebrow while a smirk spread across his lips. I could feel the heat consuming my face.

"I'm so sorry, the words just slipped out." He nodded his head slowly, extending out a long fingered hand to me.

"Well Miss Kavanaugh, I'm Christian Grey," I grabbed his hand feeling an electric shock go through it. "I do hope your alright, would you like to have a seat?"

"Actually Mr. Grey, my name is Anastasia Steele." I mutter, blinking a few times. This man is very young; if he is 32, well then I'm Beyonce. He is hot, he's tall and lean. His has unruly dark coppered colored hair, and his grey eyes match his tie. "Miss Kavanaugh is pretty ill, so I filled in." I see a hint of amusement in his expression.

"Well Miss Steele, would you like to have a seat?" I nod sitting awkwardly on the L-shaped couch. This office is quite big for one man; everything in the office is white besides the dark wood desk, and matching coffee table. Out of the corner of my eye I notice a mosaic of small paintings hanging, 36 of them arranged in a square. It was a very breathtaking site.

"A local artist. Trouton," Grey says when he catches my gaze.

"There breathtaking, raising the ordinary to extraordinary," I murmur feeling flustered by his gaze.

"I couldn't agree more, Miss Steele." He replies softly. Once again I feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I remember the questions I had placed next to me, and good thing I had already setup the recorder or that could have been quite an embarrassing situation.

"Do you mind if I record you?"

"You ask me now even through it seems you have already set it up?" He is teasing me, and my eyes grow big in fear, he takes pity. "No I don't mind."

"So did Katherine, I mean Miss Kavanaugh, did she explain what this interview was for?"

"Yes, it's to appear in the graduation issue of the high school student paper as I shall be giving away the diplomas." He stated, I was taken back, I had no idea.

"Good," I swallow nervously, "Now, I have a few questions for you Mr. Grey."

"I figured as much," He chuckled, at me. I blush at the realization. I square my shoulders trying to appear taller. I reach over and press record, starting the interview.

(I'm pretty sure you know the questions asked.)

After a long interview, I figured out a couple things. He is a control freak, he's VERY sexy, and he's only 23. I read the last question, "Are you gay, Mr. Grey?"

He in hales sharply his eyes narrowing, I flinch Damn it Kate! I cruse her silently, "No, Anastasia, I am not." He states simply. He raises an eyebrow not looking pleased.

"I apologize, Sir," I hear his intake of breath, "It's written here,"

"Are these not your questions?"

"No, Kate," I stammer, "I mean Miss Kavanaugh, wrote the questions."

"Do you and Kavanaugh work on the student paper together?" He questions dragging his index finger over his bottom lip.

"Um no, Kate is my best friend," I say, "She became ill so I filled in for her." I saying apologetic.

"That makes more sense." We were interrupted with a knock on the door.

"Mr. Grey, forgive me, but your next meeting is in two minutes." The blonde says in a shaky voice.

"We're not finished here, Andrea. Please cancel my next meeting."

Andrea hesitates, gaping at him. She seems to be lost. He turns his head slowly in her direction, raising an eyebrow. She turns fifty shades of pink. Oh, good. It's not just me! "Very well, sir." She mutters while existing.

"Anyway, where were we Miss Steele?"

"Actually I should get going. I have a lot to do, I have three tests to study for," I mumble while getting the recorder shut down and grabbing the papers. "I have to get the information from the interview to Katherine… Miss Kavanaugh. I also have to go shopping, for my Prom dress tonight." His eyes alight with curiosity.

"Do you have a date to Prom?"

"Um, no," I shrug, "I'm not the girl guys ask to those kinds of things. I wouldn't even be going if Kate weren't making me!" I shake my head meeting his gaze.

"Well guys in high school are stupid," He gives me a soft smile, I nod looking down. This is the same thing every adult tells me. I feel his finger under my chin lifting my face to meet his, "Hey, I'm serious! You are quite beautiful Miss Steele. If they don't want you, they're not worth your time." I smile believing everything he's telling me. I see his face stiffen and he pulls away his finger and adjusts his coat. "Well, Miss Steele," He opens the door, "Have a safe drive home." He walks with me, "Did you have a jacket?" I immediately see the blonde jump out of her seat to fetch my coat.

"Yes," I say as she walks to hand it to me but Christian takes it from her. He holds it open for me, I awkwardly shrug it on.

"I do hope you got everything you needed?"

"Yes, sir," I smile, "Thank you, sir." As I step into the elevator I wave.

"Anastasia, until we meet again."

"Christian, back at you," Then the doors close and I descend down.