, maybe.
I dump Christian’s shoes on the floor and my clothes on the bed, and take the
bowl with the butt plug into the bathroom. I eye it suspiciously. It looks
innocuous enough, and surprisingly clean. I don’t want to dwell on that, and I
wash it quickly with soap and water. Will that be enough? I’ll ha一ve to ask Mr.
Sexpert if it should be sterilized or something. I shudder at the thought.
I like that Christian has turned the library over to me. It now houses an
attractive white wooden desk I can work at. I take out my laptop and check
my notes on the five manuscripts I read on honeymoon. Yep, I ha一ve
everything I need. Part of me dreads going back to work, but I can never tell
Christian that—he’d seize on the opportunity to make me quit. I remember
Roach’s apoplectic reaction when I told him I was getting married and to
whom, and how, shortly afterward, my position was confirmed. I realize now it
was because I was marrying the boss. The thought is unwelcome. I am no
longer acting commissioning editor—I am Anastasia Steele, Commissioning
Editor. I ha一ven’t yet plucked up the courage to tell Christian that I am not
going to change my name at work. I think my reasons are solid—I need
some distance from him—but I know there will be a fight when he finally
realizes that. Perhaps I should discuss this with him tonight. Sitting back in
my chair, I start my final chore of the day. I glance at the digital clock on my
laptop, which tells me it’s seven in the evening. 114 | P a g e
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Christian still hasn’t emerged from his study, so I ha一ve time. Taking the
memory card out of the Nikon camera I load it into the laptop to transfer the
photographs. As the pictures upload, I reflect on the day. Is Ryan back? Or is
he still on his way to Portland? Has he caught up with the mystery woman?
Has Christian heard from him? I want some answers. I don’t care that he’s
busy; I want to know what’s going on, and I suddenly feel a tad resentful that
he’s keeping me in the dark. I
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