A/N: Thank you for all the kind words of support and for understanding that the plotbunnies are running this show. Chapter three will be in Christian's POV because that is what the plotbunny told me to do. I hope you enjoy this.

Chapter 3

Christian's POV

I've met this Anastasia Steele, this woman only three times and each time she made feel like a fool. She is always a few steps ahead of me. I tried getting a background report on her but my security team, led by Jason Taylor refused to do it. They threw around the catch phrases of security clearances, undercover work, and Federal jurisdiction, but in realty I think they are afraid of Miss Steele and her father, Raymond Steele. Taylor told me that it wasn't fear, but respect for the highly decorated Army Ranger. So, now I am dealing with this difficult woman with blinders on.

What really irritates me about this woman is that she keeps me off kilter. I don't seem to know up from down. She has me in a whirlwind so frantic that I can't get control of her. I am usually rendered mute when around her and then she has this smug little smile on her face. I don't know if I want to give her twenty lashes of the flogger or kiss her.

Then, add a secret child! A child I never knew existed until Miss Steele once again blindsided me with the information. I never knew that Rory had been pregnant, but then again, I don't pay attention to former subs unless they cause some trouble. Rory had been a good sub, she took to the lifestyle with a moderate amount of gusto and she pleased me. Our relationship ended on good terms, she was finishing her college career and was actively pursuing a teacher's position. She wouldn't have the time that I require of a sub to attend to my needs and it was a mutual agreement that we would end our relationship. There had been no hard feelings, at least not on my part. After all, she was only one of many employees that I have on payroll.

Now, I have a child, well, actually Miss Steele has her sister's child. She has made it known that I am not welcome into that part of her life and that Trista Rose is a taboo subject. After I talked to my personal lawyer about this little girl, he suggested that I establish a trust fund for her and let sleeping dogs sleep. I know I would make a lousy Dad. I have no patience and most children irritate me. A part of me knows that I should just walk away and continue my life as if this child did not exist. What could I bring to her life except heartbreak? She is better off with her Aunt. And … it's that Aunt that vexes me! I can't get her out of my head. I think about her all day long. I think about her long dark hair and those breathtaking blue eyes. And, that body, oh, god … that body is made to be fucked! Everything about Ana Steele grates on my nerves until I am to the point of pulling her over my knee and spanking that fine round ass. She is too mouthy. Too cocky! She is always one up on me! She is beautiful. She is deadly. She excites me like no other woman before! I want her! I want to completely dominate her, have her at my mercy in my bed. I want her to beg me to take her. But, I get the feeling that in the end, I will be begging her.

Since our last meeting, I haven't heard from her. I was pretty sure that she would be calling me about the security revamp project, but nothing. Day after day, hour after hour, I ask Andrea if Miss Steele has called requesting a meeting but my PA shakes her head. I know she told me to call her if I wanted to hire her consulting firm, but every time I picked up the phone to call, I would be interrupted or I would remember her cocky little attitude and decide to let her come to me. Let's be reasonable here, I am Christian Grey, billionaire extraordinaire, and I don't beg! If she wants this job, she will come to me!

I look at my phone sitting in front of me on my desk. It's not ringing! She isn't calling me, pleading for a job. What in the hell is that woman thinking? Does she expect me to chase after her? Am I to go crawling to her begging her for her help? I THINK NOT! I push the phone away and turn to my laptop. I check my email, personal and business, but there is nothing from Miss Steele.

"Damn it." I say out loud. I reach for the office phone and hit 111 which goes straight to Jason Taylor's office phone or to his cell if he is out of his office. Like the well-trained employee he is, he answers on the second ring. I do admire his efficiency! "Taylor, can you track down Miss Steele for me?"

"Miss Steele is at her place of business, with her father meeting with a client."

"Ummm, Taylor how do you know that?" I asked.

"Mr. Grey, Miss Steele and I, along with her father, the Major and Gail have become friends in the last few weeks. She is a remarkable woman. She is a female version of Raymond Steele."

Yeah, yeah…bully for her." I mumble. "So who is the client?"

"I cannot disclose that information sir. It was given to me in confidence and I will not break the trust that Major Steele and Miss Steele have in me." He goes silent waiting on me to ask again or to have a temper tantrum. A few moments have raced by and Taylor speaks once again. "Is there anything else, sir? Do you need me to contact Miss Steele?"

"Fuck, no. I can call her myself when I am damn good and ready." With that bit of rage I hang up on my CPO. I sit back in my chair. She is meeting with another client? How dare she? She is supposed to be working on my security issues. What is this about another client? I grab my phone and I am about to call her to tell her off when I remember that she does not work for me. She is a business woman and has the right to have as many clients as she can handle. I have not signed any contracts and it is very evident that she is not waiting around for me. You snooze, you lose buttfuck! I sit back in my chair once again feeling defeated for the first time in a very long time. How in the hell did this woman get under my skin so fast and completely? What do I want from her, with her? She is not a submissive, that I know. I have the feeling if I tried any Dom behavior on her that she would probably shoot me! Anastasia Steele is not a woman to be trifle with, betrayed, or lie to. Her stance, her very being demands respect. I don't know if that is her personality or something the FBI drummed into her, but I know she would not put up with my usual behavior. She would not cower in fear as I threw a massive fit. I have to laugh in spite of myself at the scene playing in my head of Anastasia cocking her head to one side, rolling her eyes and walking out the door. She would not have to say a word to me but she would get the message across. "Grow the fuck up, Grey!"

"Shit." I say out loud. I know what I have to do. I have to go to her. I will have ask her to take me and my company on as her client. "Fuck, I hope she says yes."