50 Shades of Family

Office (Part 1)

 It is my first day on the new job and I'm very very excited about it. In fact I woke up this morning and got ready before Christian even stepped one foot out side the bathroom. The only thing that could make this day bad is if Julie became even sicker than she already is. Other than that it's hard to contain my excitement while we drive to Grey House.

“Ana, no need to be so anxious about the job. It'll be a breeze.” My wonderful, powerful, dominate husband places a caring hand on the top of my thigh, squeezing it while leaning over to place a kiss on my temple. I look over at him and give him a smile, but my toes continued to tap until we pull up to the curb.

Christian, of course, gets out first and walks over to my side to open the door. I have been to this building on more than one occasion, a lot when the kids were younger or if I wanted to surprise him with lunch, but it feels like the first time. I feel like that almost college graduate who doesn't know a single thing about the company and asks uncomfortable questions, like “Are you gay?” but now I'm the proud wife of the CEO. Times have surely changed.

“After today people will know that you work here so you don't need a pass for anything, and we can share a set of keys.” My husband informs me opening the door for me to enter through first. Immediately pairs of eyes are attracted to me, not use to seeing Mr. Gray's wife on the property. Christian grabs my hand once again and walks us straight to the elevators. As the doors close his arm slips around my waist and pulls me closer.

“You nervous?” He smirks. I glance up and roll my eyes. I feel him stiffen beside me.

“I'm just really excited.” I shrug and lean into his side. He just flashes a fond smile my way as I feel his hand creep down and grab my backside. I giggle, actually giggle.

“What is it about elevators?”

“Hi, Andrea.” I wave at the receptionist as Christian leads me to his office. Over the years I have befriended the platinum blonde woman. I use to find it irritating how every woman in this building had blonde or close to blond hair. Looking down at my hair covering my shoulder I notice just how much I am going to stick out.

“Good morning Anas...I-I mean Mrs. Grey.” I watch her eyes flicker to Christian knowing he must be the reason she is being so formal with me. He has a strict policy here. When he unlocks the door I take a step into the familiar office. Nothing over the past 18 years has changed about this space. It is still bright, clean, and open. The only detail that was added was a desk. It sits facing the right side of the room at the corner of his desk.

“Anything you should need is already in the drawers. Pens, pencils, paper, note pads, all that stuff. But if you just need something else, all you have to do is come sit on my lap and beg.” He smirks. I nod my head, running my hand over the black polished wood, and the top of a shiny silver laptop.

“Oh, I most definitely will.” I sit down and cross my legs. Christian nods his head with a smile and leans down capturing my lips with his.

“Unfortunately babe, I have to answer some calls and emails.” He returns to his seat and slowly an awkward silence falls onto the room. I open the lap top and instantly go and make folders for any subjects I'm sure I'll be busy with.

“I just remembered...”Christian says handing me a folder. My first assignment! “Just some information I'm sure you want to record down somewhere.” I open it and what was there dampened my mood just a bit. It is just a lot of papers with upcoming events. At least it's something.

“For you or me?” I question. He smirks at me and licks his lips.

“For us.” I blush as his answer. And start writing in the dates.