gle.
I hear his smile in his voice. “I ha一ve another call—laters, baby.”
“Laters, Christian.”
He hangs up. Jet Ski crisis a一verted, I think. The car is waiting, and Taylor
holds the door open for me. I wink at him as I climb in, and he shakes his
head in amusement.
In the car, I fire up the e-mail on my BlackBerry.
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: Thank You
Date: August 17, 2011 16:55??
To: Christian Grey
For not being too grouchy.
Your loving wife
xxx
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Trying to Stay Calm
Date: August 17, 2011 16:59
To: Anastasia Grey
You’re welcome.
Come back in one piece.
This is not a request.
x
Christian Grey
CEO & Overprotective Husband, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
His response makes me smile. My control freak.
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E L JAMES
Why did I want to come shopping? I hate shopping. But deep down I know
why, and I walk determinedly past Chanel, Gucci, Dior, and the other
designer boutiques and eventually find the antidote to what ails me in a
small, overstocked, touristy store. It’s a little silver ankle bracelet with small
hearts and little bells. It tinkles sweetly and it costs five euros. As soon as I’ve
bought it, I put it on. This is me—this is what I like. Immediately I feel more
comfortable. I don’t want to lose touch with the girl who likes this, ever. Deep
down I know that I’m not only overwhelmed by Christian himself but also by
his wealth. Will I ever get used to it?
Taylor and Gaston follow me dutifully through the late afternoon crowds, and I
soon forget they are there. I want to buy something for Christian, something
to take his mind off what’s happening in Seattle. But what do I buy for the
man who has everything? I pause in a small modern square surrounded by
stores and gaze at each one in turn. When I spy an electronics store, our visit
to the gallery earlier today and our visit to the Louvre come back to me. We
were looking at the Venus de Milo at the time . . . Christian’s words echo in
my head, “We can all appreciate the female
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