Claiming of Fifty shades

The broken room

She looked at me, looking like a dear caught in headlights and vigorously shook her head, breathing in soft little pants. "I... no... didn't mean..."

"Come on, Tell me." Then I had a disturbing thought, my mind quivering with indignation. I inquired firmly, "Did someone put you up to this?"

"N-No one." She shook her head again as her ability to remain coherent betrayed her.

Had someone finally taken advantage of her lack of money and tried to bribe her to spy on me? I wasn't keeping any close tabs on her so it was possible. Was she to be some honey trap for me? A bait planted by some business rival? If so, then firstly, what a juicy bait and secondly, did she know how precarious her life would become by going behind my back?

I could tell by the way her hands were trembling, if I scared her more, she might pee herself or worse faint. So I decided to soften my voice and show some gentleness, "Don't be scared. I won't hurt you. Look at me... look me right in the eye... yes... now tell me, did someone put you up to this?" This wasn't the first time someone had unsuccessfully tried to spy on me. She just shook her head.

"Use your tongue Ms. Steele!"

"N-No." She croaked out.

"Are you sure? Because I have ways of making even the most hardened of criminals talk." I softly said in her face as I impassively looked her in the eye.

"I-I'm not a criminal. You know that."

"Do I?"

"You better have a very good reason for invading my privacy like that. Do you know what you just did?"

"I wanted your help. I didn't know how else to talk to you. So I waited for you to come back. But you didn't notice me when you entered your office... a-and you..." she averted her gaze, "y-you were acting quite weirdly. I got scared and k-kind of, sort of... stepped behind the curtains... you know? At the time, I didn't realize how bad it would look if I suddenly out of the blue popped out from behind the curtains. But then you started trashing this place and I-I was so scared. I-I'm sorry. I wouldn't have come here if what I wanted to talk about wasn't of the utmost importance."

Fuck she had seen me do it. She had seen me lose myself like that. "I want you to know if you are lying to me I will find out about it."

"I swear Mr. Grey!" For some unfathomable reason I believed her. She didn't seem like someone who was used to committing treachery.

"You wait right here." I pointed at nothing in particular and started to look around for my phone, "I'm calling Taylor. Ms. Steele even if a single syllable got out from your mouth regarding what happened here, there will be hell to pay!"

"God, what kind of a person do you think I am? I would never do that to you!"

"You... what?"

"You looked so sad and clearly very angry, I—I mean, obviously something happened. That can happen to anybody, well or at least to some people, you don't have to explain yourself to me."

Why the fuck was she so positive about everyone? How the fuck was she retaining that little miss sunshine attitude of hers right after what she had witnessed?

I cleared my throat, beginning to feel relatively self conscious, "Well, you're still signing the NDA."

"If it gives you any peace of mind, fine, I will." she said, her tone was what oddly sounded like consoling.

Her eyes wandered to my hand. As she gasped, I could feel all that fright evaporating into proverbial steam as concern replaced fear on her sweet face, "You're bleeding? Oh my God! Christian you're bleeding!" I took the time to indignantly glare at her for using my name with such familiarity when I had implicitly instructed her otherwise. She wouldn't be Anastasia if she took notice of my pointed expression.