om my boyfriend and
that I know very little about Jack’s departure. My
that I know very little about Jack’s departure. My
Blackberry buzzes and I ha一ve another e-mail from
Christian.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: I’ll try . . .
Date: June 16, 2011 16:09
To: Anastasia Steele
. . . not to worry.
Laters, baby. x
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
At five thirty, I pack up my desk. I can’t believe how
quickly the day has gone. I ha一ve to get back to Escala and
prepare to meet Dr. Flynn. I ha一ven’t even had time to
think of questions. Perhaps today we can ha一ve an initial
meeting, and maybe Christian will let me see him again. I
shrug off the thought as I dash out of the office, wa一ving a
quick good-bye to Claire.
I’ve also got Christian’s birthday to think about. I
know what I’m going to give him. I’d like him to ha一ve it
tonight before we meet Flynn, but how? Beside the
parking lot is a small store selling touristy trinkets.
Inspiration hits me and I duck inside.
Christian is on his Blackberry, standing and staring out the
glass wall as I enter the great room half an hour later.
Turning, he beams at me and wraps up his call.
“Ros, that’s great. Tell Barney and we’ll go from
there . . . Good-bye.”
He strides over to me as I stand shyly in the entryway.
He’s changed now into a white T-shirt and jeans, all bad
boy and smoldering. Whoa.
“Good evening, Miss Steele,” he murmurs and he
bends to kiss me. “Congratulations on your promotion.”
He wraps his arms around me. He smells delicious.
“You’ve showered.”
“I’ve just had a work-out with Claude.”
“Oh.”
“Managed to knock him on his ass twice.” Christian
beams, boyish and pleased with himself. His grin is
infectious.
“That doesn’t happen often?”
“No. Very satisfying when it does. Hungry?”
I shake my head.
“What?” He frowns at me.
“I’m nervous. About Dr. Flynn.”
“Me, too. How was your day?” He releases me, and I
him give a brief summary. He listens attentively.
“Oh—there’s one more thing I should tell you,” I add
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