A/N - I own nothing, all credit goes to Suzanne Collins and E L James. I just had a thought about these two characters meeting and we'll see how it goes. Enjoy!

Looking around the room, I feel quite underdressed. Even though it was Effie who helped me pick out the top and skirt, it seems too simple in a place like this. Of course I didn't tell her why I needed new clothes or that I was meeting up with one of the richest men in the Capitol. I also didn't bother telling her why I was even back in the Capitol. I was told that if I played my cards right, I could make a lot of money for basically doing whatever the men told me to do. I am in fact doing my first interview to be none other than a highly paid whore.

Johanna said she did it for a short time and I know Finnick did it, but he enjoyed it. Johanna wasn't as enthusiastic about it, though she did tell me that a few of the men were worth the money she made. I had told myself I would never go so low, but that was before Peeta died and I was finally left with no one to love. Johanna couldn't tell me much about the man I was meeting because of the contract he made every girl sign, but she did let it 'slip' that he is a "stud who enjoys sex…..a lot of sex and some of it very kinky." I don't know what she meant because I'm pretty sure that what Peeta and I did would never be considered kinky in any way. She also mentioned that some of the kinky stuff made the sex more intense and I got curious and desperate enough to apply.

I go back to looking at the apartment. The walls are painted a pale shade of beige, it seems almost ivory but it's not. The couches are though and they are made of the softest leather though they seem brand-spanking new and firm. I want to cuddle into them, but I won't since there's a man, security I think, watching me from the corner. The three tables in the room are marble-topped with dark wooden legs and probably cost a small fortune. There's also a big black piano in the corner. Most of the places I've seen in the Capitol are very colorful and pretty tacky really, but this place screams elegance and taste. I wonder if the man I'm meeting is like his apartment or fake like all the rest of the Capitol people.

I'm just about to start getting antsy and change my mind when I hear the door open and close. The security man gets up and nods his hello to a tall copper-haired man. All I hear is, "Taylor," and he nods his greeting.

I stand up, straightening my skirt and when I look up at him, I can't help but gasp. He is a stud like Johanna said. There is nothing sweet about him like Peeta, though this man is older and obviously keeps in shape. His face is tan, but not overly so, just like he enjoys being outside, face chiseled with full lips, but it's his eyes that hold my attention. They are grey, just like mine. I haven't met anyone outside of the Seam who had grey eyes before. I know that people can get them with contacts but why would you ever want such a dull color? Though on this man, they are anything but dull and as I'm looking at them, I notice they go from a soft grey to a stormier one. I'm sure my mouth is open and shut it immediately.

"Ms. Everdeen?" He holds out his hand and I take it, feeling calluses and softness at the same time. He works or has worked, but takes care of his hands too. I wonder what he does or did and how he came to be here.

I nod and answer, "You can call me Katniss, Mr. Grey."