I do not own fifty shades of grey of any of the characters.

I haven't seen a fanfic like this so i thought id try it.. let me know if you like it:)

I know this chapter is a lot like the book, but I promise that the entire story is not going to be like it.

I scowl at myself in the mirror as I run gel through my hair to tame it. Damn my hair- always looking just fucked, and damn my brother for having the flu and subjecting me to this ordeal. I need to be studying for my final exams next week, yet here I am trying to gel my hair into submission. I use a little more gel in attempt to bring it under control. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the tall, cooper-haired man with weirdly colored grey eyes and give up.

Ethan Kavanaugh, my best friend and roommate, has chosen today of all days to get sick. Therefore, he cannot attend the interview he'd arranged to do, with someone mega CEO I've never heard of, for the student newspaper. Being the friend I am , I volunteered. Im supposed to be working today, but instead I will be drive a hundred and sixty-five miles to Seattle, to meet the enigmatic CEO of Steel Enterprises Holdings Inc. As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor to the university, her time is extraordinarily precious- much more precious than mine- but she has granted Ethan an interview. A real coup, he tells me. Damn him and his extra-curricular activities.

Ethan is wrapped up in a blanket on the living room couch. "Christian, Im sorry. It took me forever to get this interview, and I only got it because Kate is friends with Ms. Steele. It will take months to reschedule, and well both be graduated by then. As the editor, I can't blow this off. Please," Ethan begs me in a rasping voice. How does he do it? He always manages to convince me. His big green eyes glassy and red-rimmed, and strawberry blonde hair messy from tossing and turning in his sleep. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympathy.

"I will obviously go, Ethan. Go back to bed. Need anything before I leave?" "Just some Nyquil please. Heres the questions and mini-disc recorder."

I take the recorder and the questions, and look them over. "I know nothing about her," I murmur, trying to surpress my rising panic. "The questions will help you. Go. Its a long drive to Seattle and I wouldn't want you to be late."

Gathering my stuff, I nod at him and head to my car. i cannot believe I let Ethan talk my into this. But then again he can talk anyone into anything. He'll make a great journalist. He's very persuasive, argumentative and articulate- and my very close friend.

The ride to Seattle was smooth and quick with no traffic, much to my surprise. I arrive at the huge twenty-story office building, all curved glass and steel, with Steele House written discreetly over the front doors. I have fifteen minutes to spare, and I am relieved that I was not late. I walk into the enormous glass, steel and white sandstone lobby and make my way over to a huge solid sandstone desk, where the receptionist is.

"Hello, Im here to see Ms. Steele. Christian Grey for Ethan Kavanaugh." "Excuse me one moment " the tall, very attractive blonde says , while eyeing my up and down as I stand self consciously before her. Ive never had a problem with my looks, but, Im quite shy when it comes to women.

" is expected. Please sign here, . You'll want the last elevator and the right, press for the twentieth floor." She smirks and winks at me, obviously sensing my shyness, as i sign in.

I grow quite nervous as I make my way up in the elevator. As I step out, Im greeted by another very attractive, but this time brunette receptionist. "Mr. Grey, could you wait here please?" She points to a seating area and I make my way over and sit in the very comfortable white leather chair. Behind the seating area is a glass-walled meeting room, white ceiling the floor glass windows that show the view of Seattle. Im momentarily distracted by the view.

Im broken out of my trance by the voice of the brunette receptionist. "Ms. Steele will see you now, Mr. Grey. You don't need to knock- just go in" she says kindly.

I gather my things, looking over the questions briefly once more and walk over to the partially open door.

A/N: Wondering how there gunna meet? You'll see in the next chapter ;) I know its a lot like the book but i was really unsure of how to start this! I have a lot of really interesting ideas for this story and hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter:)