Chapter 3
At 5am I get up to go for my run. I do the same 5 miles every day followed by an hour of kickboxing and weight training with my personal trainer. It's still dark out and I really enjoy running when there is nobody around to snap pictures of me or fucking reporters and paparazzi up my ass. The cool morning air hits my face and it's refreshing. It's august but it never gets too hot here, in a few weeks into September and it will be much cooler outside which I enjoy very much. I do a few stretches and I can see a woman across the street stretching as well. Her hair is in a ponytail, she's got ear buds in her ear and she's wearing grey cropped yoga pants with a black sports bra. Nice view to wake up too, she has a really nice ass. The girl starts her run and I keep about 10 yards behind her so as not to startle her but this is my usual route and I've not seen her before. It's quite dangerous to run in the park alone at this time. I can hear her softly singing and it's very lovely really.
After finishing my run I get back to my building and the woman is waiting by my private elevator, what the fuck this is a private elevator? "Can I help you Miss?" I ask a bit angry. She turns to face me and whoa, its the new housekeeper Anastasia Steele, wow this fucking woman is gorgeous, all shiny and glowing from her run, her cheeks are flushed and her hair pulled back makes her big blue eyes practically pop out of her head, wow
"Oh good morning Mr. Grey I hope I'm not disturbing you, I was just returning from my morning run, I can wait for the next elevator Sir" and she steps aside.
"Don't be silly, it's fine Miss Steele. Do you run every day"? I don't want her running alone, it's dangerous. Shit what am I saying, she's my housekeeper not my girlfriend. I don't do girlfriends.
"I try to, its helps me clear my mind and prepare for the day" she says looking down. Hmm me too, it's doing wonders for her gorgeous body that's for certain. We enter the elevator and I can smell her sweet scent mixed with sweat, god she smells heavenly. It's hard being this close to her. I don't know why I am so attracted to her. This has never happened to me. The rest of the ride to the 30th floor is silent but she peeks at me occasionally through her lashes while looking down. This pleases me more than it should. I really need a cold shower now. My dick is threatening to poke through my black running shorts. I have to cross my hands over it casually so keep myself in line.
"Miss Steele", I motion my hand for her to go out of the elevator first I don't want her to notice my hard-on from being in such close proximity to her in the elevator. She nods and heads to upstairs. I quickly go to my room and run the shower and like a horny teenage boy I stroke my cock hard and fast until I come to relive the ache. Oh that felt so good. It's been a while since I've done that but I have a feeling it's going to be more often while she's around. I cancel my training session and shower and dress for work. At 8am sharp the lovely Miss Steele is waiting behind the breakfast bar to serve me. She has already made me coffee and a small fruit plate.
"Good morning Sir, what can I serve you for breakfast?" She looks stunning again even in her black apron, her hair is pulled into a loose bun still damp from her shower and her skin is still glowing from her run. She has just some shiny gloss on her full lips and every time she sinks her teeth into them my cock fucking twitches. Her lips are fucking sexy as hell.
"I'll have an egg white omelet with spinach and tomato please"
"Right away Sir" and when she turns around to gather ingredients her apron is opened in the back and she has on white fitted terry cloth shorts and a black tank top. If she cleans in that I'll have a fucking heart attack. I may require her to wear a uniform just so I don't have to jerk off 3 times a day. I hope this wasn't a mistake. I have never been attracted to an employee before. She serves me the omelet and it's delicious. She's a good cook. She pours me some fresh squeezed OJ and exits the room while I eat. As soon as I finish she quietly walks back and clears my dishes and softly smiles at me.
The next few days are a little easier. I see her every morning after our run, I don't think she knows I follow behind her, it was a coincidence before but now it's to watch her run and protect her if necessary. She is working out very well, her food is delicious and well she does her best to keep the house clean by herself. I will still have the cleaning crew here twice a week and tell her it's something I've always done. I also notice that I can smell her scent throughout my home. She wears a sweet sugary body wash and when she cleans my room and living area she leaves her sweet scent behind. God she is quickly becoming an obsession of mine. Even the laundry smells like her. She's accidentally used her detergent and fabric softener on my clothes and it just made my insides burn with desire for her. She even folds my clothes cute. My underwear was folded into a perfect little square and I secretly wonder if she was aroused touching my boxer briefs.
I know she's attracted to me I can tell but she is very quiet and professional. After she finishes the housework, she showers and waits to prepare my dinner by sitting quietly in the corner on a small footstool and reading a British classic novel. She was reading pride and prejudice last night and every so often she would give a soft sigh and innocent smile. I just wish I knew more about this girl. I just feel it's not professional to get too deep with her about life or any type of personal issues. She also writes in a small brown journal every night. My second office is upstairs adjacent to her room and I have been pretending to be working so I can see her. She keeps the door opened about half way and sits on the floor leaning on the bed with her knees folded in while she writes. I wonder if she writes about me. I hope not. She signed an NDA and if my name is in there I won't be too thrilled.