 Random House Audio presents Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James. Red for you by Becca Bouteau. CHAPTER I Scowl with Frustration at Myself in the Mirror. Damn my hair! It just won't behave. And damn Catherine Kavanaugh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week. But here I am, trying to brush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale brown-haired girl with blue eyes too big for her face staring back at me and give up. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in a ponytail and hope that I look semi-presentable. Kate is my roommate, and she has chosen today, of all days, to succumb to the flu. Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she'd arranged to do with some mega-industrialist tycoon I've never heard of for the student newspaper. So I have been volunteered. I have final exams to cran for and one essay to finish. And I'm supposed to be working this afternoon. But no. Today, I have to drive 165 miles to downtown Seattle in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Gray Enterprises Holdings, Inc. As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of our university, his time is extraordinarily precious, much more precious than mine, but he has granted Kate an interview, a real coup, she tells me, damn her extracurricular activities. Kate is huddled on the couch in the living room, Anna, I'm sorry, it took me nine months to get this interview, it will take another six to reschedule and will both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can't blow this off, please. Kate begs me in her rasping sore throat voice. How does she do it? Even ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, strawberry-blonde hair in place and green eyes bright, although now red-rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympathy. Of course I'll go, Kate. You should get back to bed. Would you like some nyquil or Tylenol? Nyquil, please? Here are the questions in my digital recorder. Just press record here. Make notes. I'll transcribe it all. I know nothing about him. I murmur, trying and f***ing. Sample complete. Ready to continue?