Pleasure Over Business

"Ms.Phillips, you have C-C-Christian Grey waiting outside for you."  

What does Christian Grey want with me!  

"Ok send him in, Christina." 

Christina's pale white skin turned into a scarlet red, I've never seen her like this before. I'm still trying to figure out why Christian Grey wants to see or even talk to me. He is the sexiest, richest man in the state. 

When my thoughts became clear, I could hear foot steps coming from outside of my office door. I can feel my brown skin getting hot and my palms getting sweaty. Before he came in, I stood up to fix my black pencil skirt and purple silk blouse. The door opened and my knees felt weak. He stepped in with Christina by his side.  

 "Hello, Ms.Phillips." Christian said, with the warmest, sexiest smile I've ever seen.  

 "Hello, Mr. Grey, have a seat. I will be right with you." My voice is shaky.

I feel like the room just got 50 degrees warmer. I walked passed him, feeling his eyes on me as I go. I closed the door, exhaled sharply, and pulled Christina aside. 

 "Did you figure out what he wanted?"

"Ms.Phillips, you’re one of the best real-estate's in the U.S. Why wouldn't he want to see you?"  

She had a point.  

"Ok," I cleared my throat. "Can you at least lower the heat. I'm burning up!"  

She smirked at me and then walked away. When I walked in, it felt like a sauna. I inhaled and exhaled slowly, calming myself down before I passed out. I walked back to my desk and gave him a polite smile.

"How may I help you today, Mr. Grey?" I smiled.

"Well I was looking for a house to move into and I wanted the perfect person to do it. And well, what other person best for the job then you."  

His grey eyes looked at me in a way that I just couldn't put my tongue on. His short brown hair seemed so soft as he ran his fingers through it; I had to fight the urge of wanting to run my fingers through it too. He is just so magnificent.

"Thank you, well where would you like the house? Some where here in California or out of the country?"    

"Well I was thinking about something out of California, but I love it here to much to go. I was thinking of something big with a great view."  

Sounds like my kind of house.  

"Ok, no problem when is the best time I could contact you/" My voice started to shake again. I cleared my throat softly trying to hide it.

"Here's my card." He handed me his card and our fingers touched causing shivers up my spine.  

"And here's mine." 

We smiled at each other and we both got up so I could walk him out my office door.  

"It was a pleasure seeing you Ms.Phillips. I plan on seeing you again tomorrow with my ideas. How about we meet at Pana 2:00pm?" He said with the sexiest smile I've ever seen.

"It was a pleasure meeting you as well, Mr.Grey. That sounds like a plan and I'm off every weekend, so that sounds good."  

I can't believe I'm going to see him again. He reached out to shake my hand and I grabbed it while our eyes locked. It felt like hours, until we broke apart.  

Once he left, I felt all eyes on me. I walked to the bathroom to wet my face. At that point I didn't care if I ruined my make up. My long brown hair down to my chest still had its spiral curls in. My brown skin was a reddish color, fading back into my original color as I began to breath normally.

As I sat back in my office, I heard my phone ring. It's Colette.

"Yes Colette?"  

"Aaliyah, you’re coming to the mall with me, violet, and the girls, or did you forget again!"  

Oh shoot, I totally forgot!  

"I can't lettie, I have a client."  

"Awe ok is he cute?" Her number one question.

"Yes very."  

"Who is it, he was born with a name, right?"  

"Christian Grey." I set the phone down because I knew what was coming.  

"AHHHHH, omg he's like the sexiest man alive! I'm coming over now!"  

"But I'm no-"  Before I could say anything, she hung up. Colette always finds a way to come over. We're best friends, but we treat each other like sisters. She always complains about me being 23 years old without a boyfriend. I feel bad for her because she just got out of a relationshipd  and all she does is worry about me.  

It was around 6:00pm and I was happy to step out the office with everyone gone. I couldn't wait to go home and soak in a nice bath.  

As I was going home I could see the house lights on.

Colette! 

I walked in and I could hear beyoncé's old music blasting. I walked in to see Colette scattered all over my white coach, with red wine on my glass counter. Good thing my house was big enough for her mess.   

Good thing she was sleeping, I was not looking forward to her being dramatic.  

I went to the bathroom to soak in a nice bubble bath. I needed this. I got out and I was ready to sleep for tomorrow.