Fifty Shades of Grey fanfic part 1
I do not own the characters from the Fifty Shades of Grey books – those belong to E.L. James. I have added characters, plots, and just a different spin on the story etc. There will be some parts that contain sex and/or spanking of some kind. So if that is not your thing, please do not continue reading. Remember to be kind in the comments!
Meeting Ana Ch. 1
Christian's POV
I pace my spacious office waiting for my next appointment to arrive. I really do not want to do this interview, in fact, I go out of my way to avoid any interviews at all. The young woman has pestered me for nine straight months for a chance to get a few minutes with me. I thought if I allowed time to pass, that she would change her mind. It seems it had the opposite effect on her, for the more time I allowed to pass - the more persistent she became. Glancing down at my watch, I see that I have two more minutes of peace and quiet before she is supposed to arrive.
"She better be quick about it," I mutter to myself. Sitting down at my desk chair, rocking back and forth slowly seems to have calmed my aggravation a bit. There's a knock at the door and I wait for my secretary to pop her blonde hair in.
"Ms. Steele is here to see you Sir," Andrea practically purrs at me.
"Steele? I thought I was meeting with someone else?" I sigh with exasperation.
"She says her roommate is not feeling well, so she agreed to step in and do the interview instead. Should I tell her to leave Sir?" Andrea looks confused on how to handle this change.
"No, I will see her now." I wait for Andrea to close the door behind her before sighing again. The last thing I need is another nine months of harassment from some college student. What I was not expecting to happen next, was a young woman falling headfirst into my office. Jumping up to see if she's aright and to help her to her feet was the best decision I have ever made in my entire life.
"Are you alright?" I ask concerned.
The blue eyes that meet my dark grey ones completely took my breath away. Once I make sure she is solidly on her two feet, I give her a quick glance over. She seems to be hiding her tiny frame in slightly oversize blouse and pants. Her hair looks like it wouldn't cooperate this morning and she is biting her lip. I wince at the pain I feel from my manhood, what is this girl doing to me?
"I'm fine Sir, thank you," she whispers, slowly biting her lower lip and blushing a deep red that creeps from her neck to her cheeks.
Oh, to bite that lip of hers I think to myself.
I show her where to sit and instead of my usual place behind my desk, I sit in the chair next to her.
"What can I help you with...Ms. Steele?" I gently ask her shocking myself at how much I truly care for her answer. What the hell is with me today?
"Umm...I have a few questions, for the..ummm...school newspaper Mr. Grey." She is breathless and staring at her fingers as she speaks.
"Please continue," I urge her on.
"To what do you owe your success Mr. Grey?" She peeks up at me from the list of questions in her lap. I cannot help but wonder if her roommate came up with the questions or if she did.
"I know how to read people Ms. Steele, what makes them tick, what makes them work harder." I gaze into her blue eyes, my thoughts traveling to places I dare not speak out loud.
She jots down what I say, her beautiful hands glide across the paper in beautiful cursive – something I thought died out long ago. She blushes every time I look at her or even when she thinks I am looking at her. Her simple beauty takes my breath away, something I have never felt towards any woman before.
This is how the rest of the interview goes - question asked, cheeks blush, fingers twist in her lap, I grin like an idiot as I watch her write my answers down. Her questions are becoming broader, in depth and sincere. I have a feeling that some of these questions are not written on that piece of paper in her lap. Her intelligence is showing, as well as that smart mouth of hers. I don't know what I wish for more - to bite that lip as I screw her over my desk or turn her over my knee and spank her into next week - maybe even both.
"Last question Mr. Grey, do you have any family?" She gazes up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and it takes me a moment to answer her.
"I do have a mother and a father. An older brother, younger sister and I look after a surly teenager that makes life...interesting" I give Ms. Steele one of my sly grins as I see her absorbing my answer.
"A teenager? There is not anything ever about you being married or having a child," She chews on the eraser of her pencil as she contemplates this newly information.
"It will not show up anywhere Ms. Steele, she is not mine by birth, I helped her when she was growing up in foster care through one of my many charities."
"You give back to charity?" She asks a bit more surprised than I think she meant, because she has gone back to biting that damn lip again.
"Foster care is just one of my many charities Ms. Steele. I am working on solar energy and agriculture. You can't eat money, Ms. Steele, I hope to one day end hunger around the world."
"Oh..." is all she can come up with. "I guess that covers everything Mr. Grey...thank you so much for your time" she hastily packs up her bag and stands.
"Please, allow me to show you around my building," I feel a panic creeping in my voice. Please don't leave just yet Ms. Steele
"I really have to go, but thank you," She shakes my hand and we stand that way longer than necessary. Dropping her hand slowly, she gives me a small smile and turns to head out of my office.
"Have dinner with me!" I blurt out. I stifle a grin at both her and my own shocked look. Very rarely do I do things without thinking.
"Dinner? With you?" She whispers, twisting her fingers again.
"Yes, with me. Please." I shake my head gently. Since when do I beg?
I watch as Ms. Steele thinks over my offer for dinner. Gauging by the way she slowly tilts her head from side to side, she seems to be at war with herself. I wait with baited breath to see which side of the war won this battle.
"Yes, I'd love to go with you to dinner. I worry though that I am a bit under dressed. Where are we going?" She speaks so softly I almost missed what she said.
"You are dressed just fine. I own a private club, you could be wearing a potato sack for all anyone cares," I give her a rare smile as I open the door to head out. I am rewarded with a giggle as she passes through the door. I feel almost bad, she seems so innocent and my world seems so dark. I quickly lose that train of thought as I gaze at her ass heading towards the elevator.
Our trip down to the lobby is quiet, but the surge of electricity in the air is hard to ignore. I peek at the corner of my eye at her, she has to feel the same way, surely. We meet Taylor outside by the car, if he's surprised to see me walk with a woman outside of the office, he hides it very well. Taylor opens the door for Ms. Steele and gently closes it when she is settled inside. I casually walk around to the other side, taking tremendous strength not to jump for joy. I take a deep breath, open the door and slide in next to this mysterious woman who seems to have some spell over me. We head to my nearby club, the drive too short to start up any serious conversation. Once we pull up to the front door, Taylor jumps out of the car to open up Ms. Steele's door and I gently grab her hand in mine once she makes it to the sidewalk. I swear I hear a small gasp escape her mouth, I lead her inside where we are seated immediately to the back of the restaurant. Our waiter passes us each a menu and I watch her for a moment gaze over the menu. It seems she has never been to this kind of restaurant before, her mouth forms into a small "O" as she scans the prices.
"I guess I'll get...a glass of water and maybe a small salad?" She looks up at me and my heart tugs as the lost look on her face.
"Please do not worry about the cost Ms. Steele, You can order everything off the menu and it won't make a lick of difference to me." I glance at my own menu to allow her time to adjust to this in private. "May I suggest the prime rib, with a side of mashed potatoes? It truly is to die for Ms. Steele," I speak low, gauging her response to my firm statement. This little thing looks so innocent, but I would do anything to bring her into my world. A world of pain and pleasure, a dance of obedience and direct defiance. I feel my cock stiffen with the thought of her small bottom draped over my knee, my hand rising and falling in a dance with her bottom. I quickly take a sip of water, hoping to steady my body, I need to get to know her first.
"Prime rib sounds good to me Christian," she smiles sweetly in my direction, taking a sip of her own water, eyes never leaving mine. It takes me a moment to realize she used my first name and for the first time in my life - I don't even care.
When the waiter arrives at our table, I order their best wine and two prime rib specials. When he leaves our table, I gaze at Ms. Steele, wondering what to ask her first.
"Tell me about yourself Ms. Steele," I sit back, waiting for her response.
"Ana, please. There's not much to say about myself. I go to college, I am majoring in literature...British novels being my favorite. I hope to one day work in a publishing office. That's pretty much it, I keep to myself mostly..." she seems embarrassed by this statement for some reason. I hold off on any more questions for a moment, our waiter as appeared out of thin air with our wine glasses. He pops the cork off and pours half glasses with such flourish. Ms. Steele tentatively takes a sip, I swear she almost lifts her pinky as she drinks.
"What do you like to do for fun Christian," She moves her drink out of the way - knocking over her silverware in the process - in preparation of the food being placed in front of her. Blushing crimson, she accepts the extra silverware from the waiter.
"Thank you," she whispers.
I hide my grin behind my wine glass, gazing at her over the rim of the glass. She is so fucking beautiful.
"I love airplanes, gliders, really anything that gives you an adrenaline Rush. I also enjoy my privacy, my interests are very...singular" I take another sip of my wine, contemplating all the things I'd love to do to her, right here right now. I have a feeling she's never heard of my lifestyle and I contemplate how to broach the subject.
"Where do you live?" She asks, carefully cutting her prime rib.
"I live in Seattle, you?" I watch as she slowly chews her food, images of what she can do with that mouth passes through my mind.
"No, I live in Vancouver."
I couldn't help it, I just stared at her. She drove a little over two hours to come interview me for her roommate. Who to spank, the roommate or the shy young woman before me. Questions are put on hold as we enjoy our dinner. The silence between us was pleasant and something I've never experienced before. Dinner ended too soon for my taste and I was contemplating ways to make it last longer, but was interrupted by Ms. Steele's ringing phone.
"Hello? Oh hi Kate, how you feeling? Oh...yea...I understand. No worries, I'll find something else to do. Talk to you later," she slowly closes her phone and stares at it, a sad look crosses her face.
"Problem Anastasia?" I suppress the urge to reach out and pull her bottom lip from her teeth. I realized it is a nervous habit, I briefly wonder if she has done it her whole life.
"That was my roommate, Kate. She is having her boyfriend over and would like some "alone" time with him," Anastasia grimaces as she says it.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm not sure Mr. Grey, I guess I can find a motel and spend the night there. I just wish I had a change of clothes and my toiletries."
It was as if she was engulfed in holy light as the angels sang Hallelujah. This was my chance, I just found my way to make the night last longer.