Chapter Two
Persuade her to stay, Grey. "Get everything you need?" I add in a transparent effort to prolong her stay. Stay. Stay.
"Yes, sir," she says quietly.
Her response floors me –the way those words sound, the things I'd like to do to that smart mouth –I imagine briefly what I could do to her at my unquestioned beck and call.
"Thank you for the interview, Mr. Grey."
"The pleasure's been all mine," I say truthfully, because I haven't been this fascinated by anyone in a long while. The thought is rather unsettling. She stands and I automatically extend my hand, aching to touch her.
"Until we meet again, Miss Steele." My voice has turned low and seductive; she places her hand in mine. Yes, I want to fuck this girl in my playroom. To have her bound and waiting… Needing me, trusting me. I swallow. It's not going to happen, Grey.
"Mr. Grey." She nods and withdraws her hand far too quickly …. Too quickly?
Shit, I can't let her go like this. It's obvious she is desperate to leave. Irritation and inspiration hit me at the same time as I see her out of my office.
"Just ensuring you make it through the door, Miss Steele." She blushes as on cue, her cheeks light up a delicious shade of pink.
"That's considerate, Mr. Grey," she snaps.
Feisty. Little Miss Steele has teeth! I grin behind her as she exitsandI follow in her out into reception. Both Andrea and Olivia look up in shook. Geez... Yeah, yeah I'm just showing the girl out.
"Did you have a coat?" I ask.
"Yes."
I scowl at thesimpering Olivia, who immediately leaps out of her seat to retrieve a navy coat. Taking it, I glare at her to sit down. Christ, Olivia is annoying –mooning over me all the time. Hmm. This coat is from Wal-Mart. Miss Anastasia Steele should be better dressed… or undressed. I hold it up to her, forgetting my irrational thoughts. I pull the coat over her slim shoulders. I touch the skin at the base of her neck. She stills at the contact and pales. Yes! She is affected by me! The knowledge is immensely pleasing. Strolling over to the elevator, I press the call button whilst she fidgets beside me. Oh would you please stop fidgeting baby!
The doors open and she scurries in and then turns to face me.
"Anastasia," I murmur, saying good-bye. Taking in the last few moments of herexquisite beauty.
"Christian," she whispers.
The elevator doors close, leaving my name hanging in the air, sounding odd, unfamiliar, yet compelling and sexy as hell.
Well, fuck me. What was that? I need to know more about this girl.
"Andrea," I snap as I carelessly stomp back to my office, her head snaps up looking at me intensely. "Get me Welch on the line, now"
Not really caring for an answer, I walk back through to my office.
Leaning back in my chair as I wait for the call, I look at the paintings on the wall of my office, and Miss Steele's words drift clearly back to me. "Raising the ordinary to extraordinary."She could so easily have been describing herself. Thinking about that sexy smart mouth, I am interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing.
"I have Mr. Welch on the line for you."
"Put him through."
"Yes, Sir."
