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Nice to know me... Nice to fucking know me? That's it! I grab the valet ticket and that special grey tie from the side and stomp towards the door, clenching my teeth through the impossible pressure of anger seeping through my veins. She can't give up… not without discussion. Fuck this!
As I walk through the foyer of the hotel, people mind their business as they move out of my way. I hand the ticket over. A few anxious seconds later the Audi is there waiting for me.
As soon as I'm behind the wheel, I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white. She can't give up… Not now. Not after I've had a taste of her. I clench my teeth, trying to calm down. But it's not working. Why the fuck, is she not even discussing it with me? I glare out the windshield straight ahead turning left, and then right hurtling through the night as fast as I possibly can. She isn't interested. My inner beast screams back, toying with me. If this is want she wants, could I let her go? I can't have my world tossed upside down for a woman, especially for one like Miss Steele.
I near her apartment; I'm too fucking pissed! I can't go in like this… I know I can't, I'll look like a fool. I drive around the block two more times, to calm myself down, to regain my sense of control. She hasn't signed anything yet, so punishment is off the table. I picture her tight ass pink from my touch. I want to feel her squirm on my lap. I need to punish her. I want this… I fucking need this. At the next turn, I head towards Anastasia's flat. Confident in my ability to deal with this, I park and slam the door to the Audi shut.
It's now after nine and my frustration is somewhat tamed. And I have, for the first time in a long time, no idea on how this encounter will play out. If she had signed the contract, she wouldn't be able sit down for 24 hours. Forget pink, she'd be striped deep rose from a cane or belt! I sprint to the door and knock with purpose. Miss Kavanagh opens the door.
"Christian? What are you doing here?"
"Katherine, hello. Nice to see you as well." I say a little sarcastically. She shrugs her shoulders and opens the door wider, so I can enter.
"Ana is in her room, packing." She says, looking bored. Thank god it wasn't you that interviewed me, Miss Kavanagh.
I walk past her and make my way to Ana's room I point to the door as Kate is watching me, she nods and I open the door without knocking.
The sight of Anastasia is breath-taking yet confusing. She has been exercising… the sight of her in sweatpants and a white clingy t-shirt sends an exquisite sensation throughout me, awakening me. Her hair is in two simple pigtails and I carefully compose the look on my face when I see she is re-reading the contract I gave her... I thought she gave up? Why is she looking at that thing? I shake my head, and all too sudden Ana's head snaps up looks at me in surprise. I gaze at her intently, twisting my car keys slowly round my index finger. She takes out her ear buds and freezes... Oh Miss Steele, is it Nice to see me?
"Good evening, Anastasia." I say coolly. She just gazes at me no expression except the shock. I think I should give her an explanation for my appearance. I smirk. "I felt that your e-mail warranted a reply in person." She opens her mouth as in anticipating speaking, yet there are no words. Mmm...
"May I sit?" I ask, indicating to the bed. She is under my spell, caught in my trap… there's nowhere to hide Miss Steele.
She nods slightly, as my fingers run over her duvet, soft under my fingertips. "I wondered what your bedroom would look like, my eyes dart to hers then to the patchwork pale blue and cream quilt my hands are gazing over. "It's very serene and peaceful in here," I murmur. Oh Miss Steele let me tie you up and fuck you into agreement.
"How?" finally she speaks, breathes more like it, but a word… that's a good start.
I smile at her, "I'm still at the Heathman."
"Would you like a drink?" she asks, accommodating.
"No, thank you, Anastasia." I smile pleasantly enough, as soon as that question is out of the way; I tilt my head to the side, grinning widely at her… Let's get to the reason I'm here shall we? "So, it was nice knowing me?" My teeth grit together over the word 'nice' I fucking hate that word.
She blocks out my gaze and nervously glances down at her fingers, knotting them together; her anxious silence begins to build rage within me. Speak god dammit!
"I thought you'd reply by e-mail." The words escape her lips, is she embarrassed? I frown slightly wanting her to look at me, it's pathetic.
"Are you biting your lip deliberately?" I ask darkly. Finally she turns to look at me, her eyes wide as she awkwardly moves a strand of hair from her face. The desire in my voice shocks me. So much for being discreet. I clench my teeth and breathe deeply through my nose. Control Grey! Control!
Her eyes widen taking me in, my voice; my look everything about my presence here has overwhelmed her. But as soon as she releases her bottom lip, I feel as if I can breathe again.
"I wasn't aware I was biting my lip," she says in a hushed tone.
I lean forward, grasping the end of her pigtail in my hand, undoing the braid strand by strand. Her soft hair seeping through my fingers. I can feel her shallow breath on my arms, as I lean across her fetching the other braid. The electricity passes through me, making my stomach tighten. Why is this so hard? Why is she different than anyone else? I close my eyes quickly, hoping she doesn't notice. I need to get myself in check. Seducing a Submissive is not what I do, it's telling them what to do… that's I know!
I glance down at Anastasia, her bright blue eyes wide with anxiety; blue to grey she has me struck right from the moment she fell into my office. I know I can't hide from her.
"So you decided on some exercise." Curious to why she would do such a thing since she wants no reason to be with me, no contract, and no discussion nothing. I twirl a strand of her soft brown hair round my finger, before tucking it behind her ear, for a glorious moment my fingertips brush the side of the cheek. I breathe against her ear asking "Why Anastasia?" I want more. I need more. I'm a greedy man. I gently tug at her earlobe, secretly hoping I can soon graze my teeth along them, her chin, and her body.
"I needed time to think," she whispers, more like breathes as if me being close to her is affecting her the same way it's affecting me.
"Think about what, Anastasia?" I have her trapped, like a moth to the flame she is caught under my spell. I like it.
"And you decided that it was nice knowing me? Do you meaning knowing me in the biblical sense?"
"I didn't think you were familiar with the Bible." She blushes, red filling her cheeks.
"I went to Sunday school, Anastasia. It taught me a great deal."
"I don't remember reading about nipple clamps in the Bible. Perhaps you were taught from a modern translation." I try to suppress a smile, yet it reaches the corners of my eyes. That smart mouth of hers completely throws me each time. Although as I would love to spend the rest of the evening in a verbal sparring match against little Miss Steele, I think it's wise if I get down to business.
"Well, I thought I should come here and remind you how nice it was, knowing me." I push that word from my lips, her mouth falls open. I move my hands that linger around her ears and grasp her chin.
"What do you say to that, Miss Steele?" I watch her reaction, my lips part waiting for her to respond with some witting comment. But nothing comes. If I don't do anything now I'll explode. Before I have a second chance to think, Anastasia launches herself upon me, as if in sync I automatically move out of the way grasping both of her arms and pinning her to the bed. With one hand grasping both of her arms above her head, I use my free hand and clutch her face, with my mouth meeting hers.
Forcefully my tongue dances around with hers, claiming her, possessing her. I want her so badly, that there is no need to play around but then it's in my nature. I'm a predator. She is my prey and this is my game. Her hips arch up towards me, sending shivers of delight throughout my body. I take my lips from hers and I gaze upon her.
She nods eagerly; I lean down and gingerly take the silver-gray silk tie from my pants pocket. Moving far too quickly, I sit astride from her and fasten her wrists together, I then attach the rest of the tie to one of the spokes on the white headboard behind Ana's head. I pull at the binding and there is nowhere she can run to now. I smile slightly and turn towards her.
"That's better," I murmur, flashing Ana a wicked smile. I bend down as grab her ankle, untying the laces on her trainers. I want you naked, Miss Steele.
"No," she protests, trying to kick me off her, though it not working and I will not put up with this behaviour.
"If you struggle, I'll tie your feet too. If you make a noise, Anastasia, I will gag you. Keep quiet. Keep quiet. Katherine is probably outside listening right now." I glare at her. She swallows not saying a word.
I remove her shoes one foot at a time, peeling off her socks then I slowly pull off her sweatpants, staring down at her black boy shorts, already gathering moisture. I have to steady my breathing and control my very urge to dive into her at this very moment. I lift her legs and yank the duvet and quilt from the bed and place her back on the white sheets.
"Now then." I lick my lips, slowly, teasing her. Ah yes, time for some pay back then I see her teeth clenched on her sweet bottom lip once again. "You're biting that lip, Anastasia. You know the effect it has on me." I place my index finger over her mouth in warning. I move away from the bed but not taking my eyes from hers, I remove my shoes, socks and pants. Her eyes take me in hungrily, watching my every movement. I lift my shirt over my head exposing my chest.
"I think you've seen too much." I chuckle at her expression. I sit astride her once more, and I pull her t-shirt over her head covering up her beautiful eyes. I roll the shirt up until it covers them leaving her mouth and nose still exposed.
I stand admiring the view of Anastasia completely powerless to my position, looking like a true submissive.
"Mmm, this just gets better and better." Her chest lifts up, and back down. Her slight movement of breath escaping her lips draws me too her. Making me want to lose myself within her. But it can't be like that. Not if she is going to be my sub. She can't have vanilla. Not this time. I hover over her my mouth inches away from hers, my nose brushing against hers teasingly. "I'm going to get a drink."
I lean down closing the gap between us, and place a swift, yet tender kiss on her lips. I launch myself off the bed, grabbing my sweatpants and open the door. I slip into the hallway walking into the kitchen where Katherine is lingering at the sink on her phone. As she looks up she takes in my appearance. She turns away not looking at me. Good.
"Do you have any glasses? Wine perhaps?" I ask and she turns back to face me, pointing to the fridge in the corner.
"Where's Ana?" She says with a strain in her voice. My eyebrows knot together. Where the fuck does she think she is... christ.
"In her room, there's nothing to worry about Katherine."
"Why do you think I'm worried?"
"I would be surprised if you weren't. Look… Ana and I have just started, and we're… exploring. Surely it's like that with you and my brother right now." I mutter.
"I see. Look, just don't hurt her Grey." Kate eyes me speculatively before shrugging and accepting my answer. I return to the room, careful to keep Ana's bound body from Kate's inquisitive gaze.
I place the wine glass on the bedside table then quickly remove my pants before sitting naked on the bed beside her. "Are you thirsty, Anastasia?" I ask, leaning down to breathe the question into her ear.
"Yes." Her breath hitches.
I take a sip of the cold white wine into my mouth, the sweet taste swirling round my taste buds. I press my mouth to hers, allowing the liquid to pass from my mouth to hers. I could get used to this.
"More?" She nods and I pour more from my mouth to hers repeating this three more times. "Let's not go too far; we know your capacity for alcohol is limited, Anastasia."
I try desperately to keep a smile off my face but can't when I see one form on hers. I hate that I'm so happy being so close to her when before I was so angry and wanted only to punish. I lie down beside her, stretching out on the bed, and press my erection into her hip. I want to be inside her.
"Is this nice?" I say hissing slightly on 'nice' but casually, trying to control the flash of anger that rushes into my system again at the thought. Here we go. She tenses at my words and her smile disappears. I take a sip of the wine, allowing a piece of ice to enter also, then deposit both into her mouth. I trail kisses down her throat, chest, and abdomen stopping at her bellybutton. Christ, even her bellybutton is sexy.
I leave an ice cube lying on her stomach.
"Now, you'll have to keep still. If you move, Anastasia, you'll get wine all over the bed." I smirk because I know full well that she's too responsive to keep still. Torture through sensuality is my favourite game. On cue her hips surge forward, spilling the wine across her stomach but not down to the sheet below.
"Oh no. If you spill the wine, I will punish you, Miss Steele." She groans and I can see her fighting against her body's natural reaction and attention for me. I pull those beautiful breasts out of her bra and tease her nipples with my lips, still cold from the wine. They harden between my teeth as I yank gently, causing shivers down my spine.
"How nice is this?" I blow on her nipples and delight in their continued tightening in response. I slip an ice cube out of the glass and roll it across her breasts and nipples slowly, delighting in her moans and breath coming in slow shallow gasps with each touch.
"If you spill the wine, I won't let you come."
"Oh… please… Christian… Sit… Please." I can't help but smile at her begging. This is what I need... mmm baby there are other ways I can't wait to hear you beg me for.
I let my fingers dance across her flat stomach and her hips surge forward again, and just as I'd planned, the now melted ice cube and wine spill across her stomach to the sheets. I lick the wine still on her hips and stomach, kissing, biting, and sucking on her gloriously pale skin. She wiggles beneath me, "Oh dear, Anastasia, you moved. What am I going to do to you?" Fuck her senseless and deny her an orgasm. That's what, Grey.
I slip my fingers past the fabric of her shorts and surprised, yet delighted by how wet she is when my fingers find her. I inhale sharply and my chest constricts momentarily. God, this woman is so beautiful. "Oh, baby," I whisper. Pushing my fingers inside forcefully. She rewards me with a gasp of her own.
"Ready for me so soon?" I move my fingers slowly now, torturing her. She tilts her hips forward toward me, thrusting herself against my palm. "You are a greedy girl," I admonish but to humor her I circle my thumb around her clit, slowly, keeping with the rhythm of my fingers. I press down and her body arches off the bed.
I want to see her. I peel the shirt off her eyes and am rewarded with a shy small smile on her face.
"I want to touch you," she exhales. I feel my arms contract slightly. Too soon, too soon.
"I know," I reply quietly. I hush her by forming my mouth to hers; my tongue mimics the motions of my fingers and thumb. Keeping the rhythm until her thighs begin to stiffen. Her sex clenches around me, then I slow my movement until I feel her relax. Yes, sensual torture. This is what you make me feel; hope then devastation, making me wait, and I cannot have that for much longer.
"This is your punishment, so close and yet so far. Is this nice?" My lips touch her ear as I speak. Blowing into them, then again yanking at her earlobe with my teeth.
"Please," she begs. Alright, I've proven my point, and if I'm honest, I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her right now.
"How shall I fuck you, Anastasia?" I feel her body start to reach the edge of precipice again and still.
"Please," she whispers again.
"What do you want, Anastasia?"
"You… now," her voice loud and strained. I delight in seeing her lost to my touch.
"Shall I fuck you this way, or this way, or this way? There's an endless choice," I state as I reach across her to the condom I placed on the table already when I emptied my pockets of my wallet and phone earlier.
I put on the condom and raise my eyes to her staring open mouthed.
"How nice is this?" I stroke myself gently and see her eyes widen infinitesimally.
"I meant it as a joke," she whines. A joke?! A JOKE? I freeze. My eyebrows shoot to my hairline. Is she serious? Am I a fucking joke to her?
"Yes. Please, Christian."
"Are you laughing now?"
"No," she cries. That's right you're not laughing now.
I take a moment to look down at her, squirming with need against the tie. I flip her swiftly onto her stomach and bend her knees under her hips, her fine ass in my face. Yes, I'll claim that too, Miss Steele. You are mine.
She struggles up onto her elbows and I slap her ass hard before plunging into her. Christ, she's so wet and so tight. She comes immediately and I continue to move. I push her for at least two more orgasms. I feel that tightening around my cock and I know she's almost there again, but she's fighting it. Fighting me. The thought displeases me; Release Ana, release!
"Come on, Anastasia, again." I climax along with her as she calls out my name. I push my weight onto her back, indulging in the warmth of her back on my chest, grateful for her bare skin on mine in a way that I can stand it.
"How nice was that?" I snarl. She lies on the bed, motionless, trying to rein in her breathing. I pull out of her and stand, gathering my clothes and belongings. One foot after another I pull my pants back; then my shirt. I walk back over to the bed and free her from my tie. I glance at the patterns embedded in her skin. Beautiful. I peel her t-shirt off her forehead. She fixes her bra and lies back down. I tuck her into the duvet and smile at the warmth that spreads through my chest as she gazes up at me, sated and spent.
"That was really nice," she says smiling bashfully up at me. However I cringe at the word... fucking nice.
"There's that word again."
"You don't like that word?"
"No. It doesn't do it for me at all." Not one bit. But you, Miss Steele, you do.
"Oh—I don't know… it seems to have a very beneficial effect on you." I can feel the frown mar my face.
"I'm a beneficial effect, now am I? Could you wound my ego any further, Miss Steele?"
"I don't think there's anything wrong with your ego." HA. Right. There's plenty wrong with my ego. And here I though this woman was smart and could see right through you, Grey.
"You think?" I say softly, hoping her words can someday be true.
"Why don't you like to be touched?" I sigh. Here we go with questions. This is why I like boundaries.
"I just don't." I push my lips onto her forehead to quiet her. "So, that email was your idea of a joke." Her lips curve into a small smile and her shoulders lift and fall. "I see. So you are still considering my proposition?" I can feel my stomach fall from my torso as I say the words. This is it. I plead with my eyes. Please. Ana say yes... please.
"Your indecent proposal… yes, I am. I have issues though."
I smile and breathe my first easy breath since I saw her email back at the Heathman.
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," I reply when all I want to do is kiss her.
"I was going to email them to you, but you kind of interrupted me."
"See, I knew you had a sense of humor in there." She smiles and my stomach knots.
"Only certain things are funny, Anastasia. I thought you were saying no, no discussion at all." I try to keep the panic from returning to my voice and I think I mostly succeed.
"I don't know yet. I haven't made up my mind." Shit. "Will you collar me?"
I raise my eyebrows to question her. "You have been doing your research. I don't know, Anastasia, I've never collared anyone."
Her face registers shock. "Were you collared?" Her voice is barely audible.
The image of Elena standing before me, in her tight black Mistress suit holding the length of black leather chained to the collar around my neck comes unbidden into my mind. She pulls on the leather in her hand, yanking my neck forward toward her, my feet following quickly behind until we're a breath apart. Yes, Mistress Lincoln.
"By Mrs. Robinson?" Ana's eyes are wide, her face pale, as if she read my mind.
"Mrs. Robinson!" I laugh a full belly howl, my head thrown back at her words. Elena will surely get a kick out of that!
"I'll tell her you said that; she'll love it."
"You still talk to her regularly?" The grin disappears form her face immediately.
"Yes." Why is she looking so incredibly freaked out right now?
"I see." Her voice sounds as though she is barely holding back her irritation. What did I do? "So you have someone you can discuss your alternative lifestyle with, but I'm not allowed." It's not a question. My face falls.
"I don't think I've ever thought about it like that. Mrs. Robinson was part of that lifestyle. I told you, she's a good friend now. If you'd like, I can introduce you to one of my former subs. You could talk to her." …Leila or Suzanna or Sophie maybe. The irritation changes to anger quickly.
"Is this your idea of a joke?" What? No. What the fuck is going on?
"No, Anastasia." I shake my head trying to rally my thoughts.
"No—I'll do this on my own, thank you very much." She snaps back and pulls the quilt tight around her neck.
"Anastasia, I…." I'm sorry. "I didn't mean to offend you."
"I'm not offended. I am appalled."
"Appalled?" How has this flipped onto me? I'm only trying to help. Trying to understand.
"I don't want to talk to one of your ex-girlfriends… slave… sub… whatever you call them."
Aha. It becomes clear.
"Anastasia Steele—are you jealous?"
There's my answer, in the deep red flush across her face.
"Are you staying?" She asks, reminding me again of a scared child.
"I have a breakfast meeting tomorrow at the Heathman. Besides, I told you, I don't sleep with girlfriends, slaves, subs, or anyone. Friday and Saturday were exceptions. It won't happen again." I try to keep a hold on my determination but I can't feel the conviction behind my words. I want to stay, for some unknown reason, but I can't. I need to go. I can't get in too deep with her. Too late, Grey.
She presses her lips together, "Well I'm tired now." I think the surprise has to register on my face. Shock perhaps.
"Are you kicking me out?" I try to hide my disappointment under a look of amusement.
"Well, that's another first. So nothing you want to discuss now? About the contract?" I don't want to leave you, yet. Why can't you see that?
"God, I'd like to give you a good hiding. You'd feel a lot better, and so would I." I mutter more to myself than her, but she definitely heard me.
"You can't say things like that… I haven't signed anything yet."
"A man can dream, Anastasia." I grab her chin between my fingers to hold her attention and study her eyes. "Wednesday?" I kiss her lips. Her eyes seem torn between pride and desire. I guess it's understandable.
"Wednesday," she promises. "I'll see you out if you give me a minute." She pushes me out of her way and I stand putting some distance between us.
You said you needed to leave, Christian. You said you don't want to sleep with her. You said you want a contract and rules and boundaries. Here you go. Here is the relationship you wanted.
"Please pass me my sweatpants." She demands, holding her hand out impatiently. Her words and tone make me smile.
"Yes, ma'am." She secures her hair, dreadfully out of control from sex, in a hair tie and proceeds out the door into the living room.
On the walk I hear little man hopeful's words knocking around in my mind. Here is the relationship you wanted. I feel a longing entrench my body but I'm sure for what. We pause at the door, feeling the cool night air pass through the open door. Ana is staring down at her fingers, breathing deeply, as if to hold back tears.
"You okay?" I ask as I tilt her chin up so I can see her eyes. I see the tears just below the surface as I brush my thumb across her bottom lip. I don't want to go. Ask me to stay. Tell me you need me. Ask me to stay again.
"Yes," she replies and I have to honor it, although I'm not convinced. I can see she's upset, but about what I don't know.
"Wednesday." I lean in and seal the date with a swift kiss but as our lips touch my need for her takes over and I'm devouring her sweet taste. I need her to need me. I need her. I lean my forehead onto hers, trying to steady myself.
"Anastasia, what are you doing to me?" I feel like a moth drawn to an open flame. I know this will end with me nursing my wounds, or worse, but I cannot resist her brilliance and warmth.
"I could say the same to you." I press my lips to her forehead and turn, walking back to the Audi.
What the hell was all that? I'm in much deeper than even I had imagined. I need to set up an appointment with Flynn. Perhaps a video conference could be arranged before Wednesday. I need to wrangle in these feelings and he may help provide me with perspective. I need to do what I can to prepare for her answer to my, what did she say, oh yes, indecent proposal. I need to be prepared for a no. And I think even more so, I need to be prepared for a yes.
But it doesn't make sense can't she see how good we are together. All of this is not for nothing. She makes me feel. No one has made me feel like that before. I glance back up to the window where she stands; I smile at her shyly before opening the car door. As I back out of the drive I see my reflection in the mirror. All wide-eyed bright and gray; I look away and focus on the road. I can't bear going back to the hotel just now...
I drive around for a while looking at the buildings surrounding me. But by 23:14 I am back in my room. Immediately I get out my blackberry and e-mail Ana.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: This Evening
Date: May 23 2011 23:16
To: Anastasia Steele
I look forward to receiving your notes on the contract.
Until then, sleep well, baby.
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
I click send, and I hope for an immediate response, but it doesn't come. I notice the time and it's a good thing she'll have a decent sleep tonight.
I gather my jacket and walk into the bedroom pick up my Mac and lie on the bed. I busy myself reading some documents in preparation for the breakfast meeting I have in the morning. I nearly jump out of my seat when I receive an email 50 minutes later.
From: Anastasia Steele
Date: May 24 2011 00:02
To: Christian Grey
Dear Mr. Grey,
Here is a list of issues. I look forward to discussing them more fully at dinner on Wednesday.
The number refers to clauses:
2: Not sure why this is solely for MY benefit -i.e., to explore MY sensuality and limits. I'm not sure I wouldn't need a ten-page contract to do that! Surely this is for YOUR benefit.
4: As you are aware, you are my only sexual partner. I don't take drugs, and I've not had any blood transfusions. I'm probably safe. What about you?
8: I can terminate at any time if I don't think you're sticking to the agreed limits. Okay-I like this.
9: Obey you in all things? Accept without hesitation your discipline? We need to talk about this.
11: One-month trial period. Not three.
12: I cannot commit every weekend. I do have a life, or will have. Perhaps three out of four?
15.2: Using my body as you see fit sexually or otherwise - please define "or otherwise."
15.5: This whole discipline clause. I'm not sure I want to be whipped, flogged, or corporally punished. I am sure this would be in breach of clauses 2-5. And also "for any other reason." That's just mean - and you told me you weren't a sadist.
15.10: Like loaning me out to someone else would ever be an option. But I'm glad it's here in black and white.
15.14: The Rules. More on those later.
15.19: Touching myself without your permission. What's the problem with this? You know I don't do it anyway.
15.21: Discipline - please see clause 15.5 above.
15.22: I can't look into your eyes? Why?
15.24: Why can't I touch you?
Sleep - I'll agree to six hours.
Food - I am not eating food from a prescribed list. The food list goes or I do - deal breaker.
Clothes - as long as I only have to wear your clothes when I'm with you... okay.
Exercise - We agreed on three hours, this still says four.
Can we go through all of these? No fisting of any kind. What is suspension? Genital clamps - you have got to be kidding.
Can you please let me know the arrangements for Wednesday? I am working until five p.m. that day.
I stare at the screen, shocked. I knew she would have questions but not with such depth! I've never been in this sort of relationship where every list detail needs to be defined. Not even with my Business Associates. I run my hands through my hair, this is surreal. I glance at the clock 00:06 a.m. I am not discussing this now. It's far too late.
From: Christian Grey
Date: May 24 2011 00:07
To: Anastasia Steele
That's a long list. Why are you still up?
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Burning the Midnight Oil
Date: May 24 2011 00:10
To: Christian Grey
If you recall, I was going through the list when I was distracted and bedded by a passing control freak.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Stop Burning The Midnight Oil
Date: May 24 2011 00:12
To: Anastasia Steele
GO TO BED, ANASTASIA.
CEO & Control Freak, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
As soon as I click send, I close the Mac and fit my head to the pillow. I close my eyes and for the first time ever, I dream of a living woman. I dream of Ana.