Book 1 - Page 2 (1/2)
I roll my eyes at myself. Get a grip, Steele. Judging from the building, which is too clinical and modern, I guess Grey is in his forties: fit, tanned, and fair-haired to match the rest of the personnel.
Another elegant, flawlessly dressed blonde comes out of a large door to the right. What is it with all the immaculate blondesIt's like Stepford here. Taking a deep breath, I stand up. ”Miss Steele?” the latest blonde asks.
”Yes,” I croak, and clear my throat. ”Yes.” There, that sounded more confident.
”Mr. Grey will see you in a moment. May I take your jacket?”
”Oh please.” I struggle out of the jacket.
”Have you been offered any refreshment?”
”Um - no.” Oh dear, is Blonde Number One in trouble?
Blonde Number Two frowns and eyes the young woman at the desk.
”Would you like tea, coffee, water?” she asks, turning her attention back to me.
”A gla.s.s of water. Thank you,” I murmur.
”Olivia, please fetch Miss Steele a gla.s.s of water.” Her voice is stern. Olivia scoots up immediately and scurries to a door on the other side of the foyer.
”My apologies, Miss Steele, Olivia is our new intern. Please be seated. Mr. Grey will be another five minutes.”
Olivia returns with a gla.s.s of iced water.
”Here you go, Miss Steele.”
”Thank you.”
Blonde Number Two marches over to the large desk, her heels clicking and echoing on the sandstone floor. She sits down, and they both continue their work.
Perhaps Mr. Grey insists on all his employees being blonde. I'm wondering idly if that's legal, when the office door opens and a tall, elegantly dressed, attractive African-American man with short dreads exits. I have definitely worn the wrong clothes.
He turns and says through the door. ”Golf, this week, Grey.”
I don't hear the reply. He turns, sees me, and smiles, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. Olivia has jumped up and called the elevator. She seems to excel at jumping from her seat. She's more nervous than me!
”Good afternoon ladies,” he says as he departs through the sliding door.