thought she had
appendicitis, but she was overreacting as usual.” Taylor
rolls his eyes, surprising me. “Sophie’s fine, though she has
a nasty stomach bug.”
“I’m sorry.”
He smiles.
“Has Charlie Tango been located?”
“Yes. The recovery team is on its way. She should be
back at Boeing Field late tonight.”
“Oh, good.”
He gives me a tight smile. “Will that be all, ma’am?”
“Yes, yes of course.” I flush . . . will I ever get used to
Taylor calling me ma’am? It makes me feel so old, at least
thirty.
He nods and heads out of the great room. Christian is
still on the phone. I am waiting for the potatoes to boil. It
gives me an idea. Fetching my purse, I fish out my
Blackberry. There’s a text from Kate.
*C U this evening. Looking forward to a loooooong
chat*
I text back.
I text back.
*Same here*
It will be good to talk to Kate.
Calling up the e-mail program, I type a quick message
to Christian.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Lunch
Date: June 18, 2011 13:12
To: Christian Grey
Dear Mr. Grey
I am e-mailing to inform you that your lunch is nearly ready.
And that I had some mind-blowing, kinky fuckery earlier today.
Birthday kinky fuckery is to be recommended.
And another thing—I love you.
A x
(Your fiancée)
I listen carefully for a reaction, but he’s still on the phone. I
shrug. Perhaps he’s just too busy. My Blackberry
vibrates.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Kinky Fuckery
Date: June 18, 2011 13:15
To: Anastasia Steele
What aspect was most mind-blowing?
I’m taking notes.
Christian Grey
Famished and Wasting Away After the Mornings Exertions CEO,
Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
PS: I love your signature
PPS: What happened to the art of conversation?
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Famished?
Date: June 18, 2011 13:18
To: Christian Grey
Dear Mr. Grey
May I draw your attention to the first line of my previous e-mail
informing you that your lunch is indeed almost ready . . . so none
of this famished and wasting away nonsense. With regard to the
mind-blowing aspects of the kinky fuckery
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