"Welch, send me every single employee record, with anything you can find on them that you have on database for Angels strip club in Seattle."

"Yes, sir."

Christian hangs up the phone and places it on his office table. He places his elbows on the table and puts his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He has been staring at his computer screen for the last 4 hours, trying to get some work done. Yet, all that would sneak to the back of his mind were those doe like eyes and pale skin. Once the corner of his computer screen read 2 am, Christian decided that enough is enough. He needed to find out who she is.

'If I just figure out what her name is, maybe some background information, I can let her go. It's just the mystery that's killing me. Once I see her STI infested medical record, I can finally sleep again, knowing she's just another girl at a strip club.'

It's been three days since Christian saw the trembling brunette. Three long days and weary nights, filled with dreams of those damn eyes.

'What the hell was the deal with those eyes anyway? If I weren't so god damn mesmerized by them, I could have had more time to check out her ass. This is stupid; I don't even know why I'm so obsessed with her. We had about as much contact as two strangers that pass by each other on the street.'

Nevertheless, Christian paced around his room at three in the morning, anticipating the email from Welch that would finally allow him some peace.

After the longest ten minutes of his life, and about eight changes of mind to fire Welch or just hire another 10 Welch's for maximum speed, Christian heard the 'bing' go off on his blackberry.

Christian hurries to his seat on fires up his Mac, wanting to see her face on full screen.

Christian quickly skims through all the employee names, looking for those eyes.

Owner: Jack Hyde. 'He just looks like a sleezeball from that cocky ass smirk. You're not a pimp asshole, you don't own her- them. You don't own them. For fuck's sake I have to find this girl and forget about her'.

Dancers:

Katherine Kavanagh (Cherry)

Ashley Brian (Sugar)

Suzanne O'Donnell (Lolly)...

Bartenders:

Lilian Peters

Anastasia Steele

Sara Zhang

Christian found her picture immediately. "Anastasia" he mutters. 'Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I like the way it rolls off my tongue. I'd like it better if I could scream it out with her squirming under me. Woa Grey, stop. This whole research project is so that you get her out of your head, not back into your thoughts.'

Too late, since the innocent look on her pictures has already granted Christian with a bulging hard on. Christian looks down at his pants, looking like they are about to burst open.

'Fuck, now what am I going to do? Jerk off like a twelve year old? Maybe I should have taken Elena up on her offer last night. This whole Anastasia thing is probably because of sexual frustration anyway. I just need to get laid.'

But the thought of fucking Elena makes his insides turn in an unfamiliar way. Despite their age difference, this was never an issue before. In fact, the bulge in his pants softens at the thought. 'Strange... At least one problem is solved. Now let's see who the hell you are Anastasia.'

Christian clicks on her name:

Anastasia Rose Steele

Age: 21 'Christ, that's young, too young for you to fuck her up, Grey.'

Occupation: Full time student at Washington State University, part time bartender at Angels nightclub

Medical History: See below

Financial statements: See below

Personal History: See below

Christian spends thirty minutes memorizing every aspect of this woman's life. 'Christ, she looks good on paper. 4.0 GPA and no fucking STIs. Guess I can't get over her through disgust... Holy shit, she only has $258.64 in her bank account. How does she even afford food and shelter?'

Digging deeper through her financial records, Christian sees her most recent deposit: $100 2 nights ago. 'Fuck, I make more than a third of her bank account. If I knew she was in this state, I would've given her a couple thousands for a tip. Maybe I should go back...'

Christian knew he was fooling himself for a chance to see her, but he couldn't help his sorry self. How this girl was even hanging on created a bigger mystery for Christian.

'I'll go tomorrow night, since it'll be an empty Wednesday night. I'll have time to really talk to her. And maybe watch out for any fuckers that try anything with her. Fuck, I have got it bad.'