Hi Guys! Thank you so much for your support over this last week! Sorry I haven't written sooner- the ideas have been floating around, but I had an exam and an interview yesterday, so this had to wait (sorry!)

I don't own this- all credit to E.L James.. except for Martin... he's mine :)

I have also quoted any companies and their products in Italics just so that you can see that I haven't made them up :)

Without further yibber yabbering from me... Here's Chapter 3 of Baby Grey 'Oh Pheebs!' ... ENJOY!

He looked down into his lap, twiddles his thumbs, then looks straight into my grey eyes with his bright blue ones.

"Why didn't you tell me you're one of THE Grey's Phoebe?" He asks me rather sarcastically.

Wait hold up. Did he just seriously fucking ask me why I didn't tell HIM about MY personal life?! I would have thought that he would have at least done some research on myself and my company, but apparently not. That's it he needs to know right fucking now that he's already overstepped the mark.

"Martin. Do I really have to remind you, that I do not have to answer to you. I am your employer; you are the employee. Not the other way around. I am pay you- a considerable amount per month I may also add- , and I am also letting you stay in MY home. Now I suggest that you change your attitude towards me about this, otherwise you and I are going to have some severe issues."

He looked at me in horror. Yes fuck quit. A Grey woman who can actually shoot you down within five fucking minutes.

"Sorry I overstepped the mark didn't I?"

"Yes. To be honest, I have a mind to ring my father right now, so that he can talk to you personally. But seeing as we're visiting my family this weekend anyway, that is already sorted." I snap. Jesus I'm becoming a bitch. Where is the nice Phoebe who cooks for her uncle Elliot and auntie Kate? Fuck this shit, I need to call Mum.

"Actually Martin, I have some work I need to do. Would you mind just going to see Melissa outside and she'll take you to your desk. See you at 1 for lunch."

He leaves the room without saying another word. As soon as the door is shut, I lock it. I dial her number and she picks up almost straight away.

"Anastasia Grey." She says as she answers in her 'business' voice.

"Mum, it's me." I say and almost instantly I can hear that I have gone onto loud speaker. Dad must have a day off today, so naturally he wants to hear from his baby girl.

"Hey baby!" They both shout. I love my parents- more than anyone can ever imagine. I know all about the past. I found my mothers diary when I was 16 and so they both sat me down and told me everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything. Why do you think I have the Escala Penthouse ... with the playroom?

"Hey guys, I miss you! Actually I'm in a bit of shit right now..."

"Is it money honey?" My father asks. Why he asked that I don't know. I make almost as much as he does per hour. Oh did I forget to mention that all three of us kids have shares in every single one of my father's businesses? That's mainly the reason why I'm so rich- not because my father bails me out.

"Dad, you know that's NEVER going to be a problem. You and Mum already have that sorted if it does. But really, I have broken your number one rule within the workplace..." I say hesitantly.

"You sold some shares within your company, without actually checking your finances first?" He says worriedly.

"No Dad. Um... I... I slept with the student last night" I say the last part rather quickly. Whether I said that fast or not, the other end of the phone call remained silent for the next five fucking minutes.

After a while, I hear my father breathe out a sigh. My Mum also sighs at the same time ... jeez stop it guys!

"How old is he?"

"22"

"OK, is he going to be working for you?" He now sounds concerned. Shit.

"Yes. For a year."

"Well Fuck then Pheebs. You know the number one rule of business, is to NOT fuck the employees. We're coming over there." They then hang up. Shit. Fuck. My parents are going to rip me a new fucking arsehole. Great.

As you have guessed, ten minutes later they walk into my office and slam themselves down into the chairs with their phones on the table.

"Why Pheebs" My Mum asks me whilst looking straight into my god damn eyes.

"It just happened OK. I didn't mean for it to happen. I actually set it as one of my house rules actually!"

"Did you use any of the stuff from the playroom" My Dad asks. Fuck sake!

"No Dad!... I haven't used it since I was 19" Shit did I just say that out loud? Again!

"I don't think we needed that much information Pheebs!" Mum shouted.

"Sorry, but you did ask.. " I say more towards my Dad, rather than Mum.

"So, what's this students name then?"

"Martin. Martin Clarke. He's from the UK and is very hansom. He has a degree in English Literature. He reads plays rather than novels. And he doesn't like Marmite" I smile at the last part. I mean Marmite is one of those things where you either love it, or you hate it. Much like Andrew really.

"OK then... So can we meet him?" Mum says excitedly.

I then ring Melissa to bring Martin up to meet my parents. Well this is going to be fun!

Martin walks into the room and immediately shakes hands with my Father.

"Christian."

"Martin" he nods.

"Wait, do you know each other?" Me and Mum both ask at the same time.

"When you were 10, I built a new business over in the UK and Martin's father runs it for me."

"I didn't know that you were Christian's daughter I swear Phoebe. But perhaps if I did, last night wouldn't have happened."

"Ah yes about last night..." Oh great here we go on the protective Dad mode. "If you're going to fuck my daughter... at least use the playroom in the penthouse to do so"

"DAD!" I shout

"CHRISTIAN!" My Mum shouts at the exact same time.

"No really Martin. Look after her. I know you two aren't going to have a relationship. And trust me I don't approve of what happened between you two last night. But make sure she eats properly and sleeps properly also- she's stubborn like her mother." He looks over towards Mum smiling , whilst she has her arms folded over her chest like a stroppy teenager.

"Yes I understand Christian. She will do as she is told ..." Wait a fucking Minute. Again I am the fucking employer, NOT the employee!

"Oh and before I forget" My Dad reaches into the inside pocket of his coat and pulls out several pieces of paper. "The NDA. Before you can start living with Phoebe full time. I need you to sign this. You have seen the effects of not having one. All three of Ana's pregnancies were released to the press when we found out the sex. I do not want that happening again." Martin Signs the contract and hands it back to my Dad.

"We'll be off now baby, see you tomorrow?" Mum says to me whilst giving me a hug and a kiss goodbye.

"Yea sure, love you both" I kiss my Dad goodbye.

Once they have both gone Martin turns, looks at me and smiles.

"Playroom ay?" He winks. Shit I'm getting turned on again. No Grey. Not here. Not now. Not ever again.

"How about lunch?" I quickly change the subject.

"Smart move there Grey, smart move." He nods.

We walk to the nearest Subway and I grab myself a Spicy Italian with lettuce, gherkins, red onion, sweet corn and cucumber. Oh and some Sweet Onion Sauce. Funnily enough, Martin gets the exact same thing as I do. Shit, we have things in common. Oh fuck Grey what are you going to do?

We eat our lunch and before we know it, the day is over and we're back at Escala giving him a tour of the penthouse... after all he didn't get one last night.

We pause outside of the playroom. I hold the key in my hand twiddling it around. I don't want to show him. But because my father said about it to him, I have to.

I put the key into the lock and open the door...