The Reluctant Roommate: A Tale of Christian and Ana

In the heart of New York City, the towering skyscrapers of Grey Enterprises reached for the sky. The atmosphere within was one of quiet intensity, with the industrys finest working diligently and swiftly. Among them, one figure moved with a sense of trepidation—Anastasia Steele. Her eyes, round and watchful, scanned the hallways as she carefully made her way towards the largest office at the end of the corridor.

It was Anastasias first day on the job, and she had donned a new light beige professional suit, her hair neatly tied up in a bun, attempting to project an air of maturity. As a tea lady under the secretarial pool of Grey Enterprises, she knew she needed to make a good impression.

She approached the closed door at the end of the hall, took a deep breath, and knocked gently. There was no response. She hesitated, recalling the arrogant tone of her manager, Eleanor Oliphant, who had instructed her to deliver an important document to the very last office.

With a sigh, Anastasia mustered her courage and knocked again, this time with more force. The door, which had been ajar, swung open slightly under her knock. Muffled sounds of distress reached her ears, causing her to pause. Her heart raced with a sense of foreboding, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she inched closer to the office suite door.

"Is anyone there?" she called out, her voice barely above a whisper. The only response was a low, masculine groan. Anastasias heart leaped into her throat, and she couldnt help but peek through the crack in the door.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her—two figures entwined on the bed. She gasped and quickly averted her gaze, but not before catching a glimpse of the mans toned physique. Even from behind, his body was a sight to behold, and Anastasia found herself unable to look away.

"Get out!" the man on the bed growled, his voice low and menacing.

Anastasia jolted at the command, her heart pounding in her chest. She stumbled back, nearly forgetting the file she had come to deliver. As she turned to flee, the file slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor with a thud.

"I said get out!" the man bellowed again, his voice filled with rage.

Anastasia scrambled to pick up the file, her eyes darting nervously towards the man on the bed. As he turned to face her, their eyes met, and she recognized him in an instant. It was Christian Grey, her childhood neighbor and the bane of her existence.

Christians amber eyes, which had been filled with anger, softened the moment he recognized Anastasia. A smile played on his lips as he continued his previous activities without pause.

"Enjoying the show, Anastasia?" His voice was deep and magnetic, sending a shiver down her spine.

Anastasias face flushed a deep red, and she quickly averted her gaze. "There are better-looking men in adult films!" she retorted, her voice trembling slightly. With that, she grabbed the file and fled the scene as quickly as her legs would carry her.

Christians expression darkened at her words. The girl had always known how to push his buttons. He continued his encounter with renewed vigor, the womans screams growing louder with each passing moment.

Anastasia, her heart still racing, clutched the file to her chest and hurried down the hallway. She had seen more than she had bargained for, and her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. She had seen Christian Grey, the boy who had haunted her childhood, in a most intimate moment, and she couldnt shake the feeling that her life was about to change forever.