eak to Christian
—”
“Mr. Grey is in a meeting at the moment.” She bristles
with efficiency. “Can I take a message?”
“Can you tell him Ana called?”
“Ana? As in Anastasia Steele?”
“Er . . . Yes.” Her question confuses me.
“Hold one second please, Miss Steele.”
I listen attentively as she puts the phone down, but I
can’t tell what’s going on. A few seconds later Christian is
on the line. “Are you okay?”
on the line. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
I hear the quick release of his held breath. He’s
relieved.
“Christian, why wouldn’t I be okay?” I whisper
reassuringly.
“You’re normally so quick at responding to my emails.
After what I told you yesterday, I was worried,” he
says quietly, and then he’s talking to someone in his office.
“No, Andrea. Tell them to wait,” he says sternly. Oh, I
know that tone of voice.
I can’t hear Andrea’s response.
“No. I said wait,” he snaps.
“Christian, you’re obviously busy. I only called to let
you know that I’m okay, and I mean that—just very busy
today. Jack has been cracking the whip. Er . . . I
mean . . .” I flush and fall silent.
Christian says nothing for a moment.
“Cracking the whip, eh? Well, there was a time when I
would ha一ve called him a lucky man.” His voice is full of dry
humor. “Don’t let him get on top of you, baby.”
“Christian!” I scold him and I know he’s grinning.
“Just watch him, that’s all. Look, I’m glad you’re
okay. What time shall I collect you?”
“I’ll e-mail you.”
“From your Blackberry,” he says sternly.
“Yes, Sir,” I snap back.
“Laters, baby.”
“Bye . . .”
He’s still hanging on.
“Hang up,” I scold, smiling.
He sighs hea一vily down the phone. “I wish you’d never
gone to work this morning.”
“Me, too. But I am busy. Hang up.”
“You hang up.” I hear his smile. Oh, playful Christian. I
love playful Christian. Hmm . . . I love Christian, period.
“We’ve been here before.”
“You’re biting your lip.”
Shit, he’s right. How does he know?
“You see, you think I don’t know you, Anastasia. But
I know you better than you think,” he
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