I grumble, “Fine! Send her in!”
I tell her to take her time giving myself time to gather my errant thoughts.
“Are you gay Mr. Grey?” What the f*ck? How dare she?
She has the decency to look painfully embarrassed. She flusters.
“I’m so sorry Mr. Grey. It… uhm.. the question was written…” pointing to her notes, “right here?”
“No, Mr. Grey. Kate, uhm… Miss Kavanagh did,” she replies flushing.
Andrea comes in after knocking the door. “Mr. Grey, your next appointment is in two minutes.”
“Cancel my next appointment Andrea!” I say, and she freezes in her place. “Sir?”
“I said cancel it,” turning my head to her gaping mouth, face getting red. Anastasia is getting ready to leave, and packing her things saying, “I don’t want to alter your schedule Mr. Grey.” At least Andrea has the decency to finally realize my command, and says, “yes sir.”
“Miss Steele, what are your plans after graduation?”
I find myself offering her a job; I’d never do that, “you can apply for an internship here.” What the hell is wrong with me, she’s too young, and I have a policy to never f*ck the staff. But she’s not staff yet.
She dismisses my offer. What’s wrong with my company?
“Why not?” I ask her.
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” she asks as if it’s common knowledge, and takes her bag and stands up. Not to me! I rise up, and walk to the door smoothly, opening it for her. I don’t want her to trip over her own feet on her way out, indicating my intention, and she grudgingly thanks me as I smile.
Both Andrea and the intern’s mouth agape as I walk Miss Steele out. I ask her if she had a jacket, and the intern rushes to get it for her. I grab it out of her hand, put it on Miss Steele. My hand is on her shoulder just a second too long and I feel the jolt of electricity again as I know she does as well.
“Goodbye Anastasia,” I say. “Goodbye Christian,” she says as the door closes.
I turn on my heels, and order Andrea:
“Get Welch on the line!” A minute later he’s on.
“Welch! I want you to do a background check for me.”
“Anastasia Steele. I need it ASAP.”
“Yes sir.” I hang up. Now I wait. And I don’t do waiting. I have to give myself time to see if I still want her in a couple of days. She is too young, and looks too inexperienced, but how fun would it be to teach her. I hate waiting.
“Andrea, book me a place in Portland, for tomorrow.”