dealing with. My snarky
subconscious is back, hatchet-mouthed, cardigan and
purse in the crook of her arm. I shake off the image. Mia is
a grown woman and Christian can be reasonable, can’t
he? I dismiss the thought and head back to Jack’s . . .
er . . . my office to prep for the meeting.
It’s three thirty when I return. The meeting went well. I
ha一ve even secured approval to progress the two
manuscripts I was championing. It’s a heady feeling.
On my desk is an enormous wicker basket crammed
with stunning white and pale pink roses. Wow—the
fragrance alone is hea一venly. I smile as I pick up the card. I
know who sent them.
Congratulations, Miss Steele
And all on your own!
No help from your overfriendly, neighborhood,
megalomaniac CEO
Love
Christian
I pick up my Blackberry to e-mail him.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Megalomaniac . . .
Date: June 16, 2011 15:43
To: Christian Grey
. . . is my fa一vorite type of maniac. Thank you for the beautiful
flowers. They’ve arrived in a huge wicker basket that makes me
think of picnics and blankets.
x
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Fresh Air
Date: June 16, 2011 15:55
To: Anastasia Steele
Maniac, eh? Dr. Flynn may ha一ve something to say about that.
You want to go on a picnic?
We could ha一ve fun in the great outdoors, Anastasia . . .
We could ha一ve fun in the great outdoors, Anastasia . . .
How is your day going, baby?
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Oh my. I flush reading his response.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Hectic
Date: June 16, 2011 16:00
To: Christian Grey
The day has flown by. I ha一ve hardly had a moment to myself to
think about anything other than work. I think I can do this! I’ll tell
you more when I’m home.
Outdoors sounds . . . interesting.
Love you.
A x
PS: Don’t worry about Dr. Flynn.
My phone buzzes. It’s Claire from reception, desperate to
know who sent the flowers and what happened to Jack.
Holed up in the office all day, I ha一ve missed the gossip. I
tell her quickly that the flowers are fr
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