s, a radiant, allteeth-
showing, joyous grin. Wow . . .
“Good.” He claps his hands, and all of a sudden he stands. What now?
“Mission accomplished. Now, I ha一ve work to do. If you’ll excuse me, Mrs.
Grey.”
What? Gah—this man is so maddening! “But—”
“But what, Mrs. Grey?”
I sag. “Just go.”
“I intend to. I’ll see you this evening. I’m looking forward to seven shades of
“I intend to. I’ll see you this evening. I’m looking forward to seven shades of
Sunday.”
I scowl.
“Oh, and I ha一ve a stack of business-related social engagements coming up,
and I’d like you to accompany me.”
I gape at him. Will you just go?
“I’ll ha一ve Andrea call Hannah to put the dates in your calendar. There are
some people you need to meet. You should get Hannah to handle your
schedule from now on.”
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“Okay,” I mumble, completely bemused, bewildered and shellshocked. He
leans over my desk. What now? I am caught in his hypnotic gaze.
“Love doing business with you, Mrs. Grey.” He leans in closer as I sit
paralyzed, and he plants a soft tender kiss on my lips. “Laters, baby,” he
murmurs. He stands abruptly, winks at me, and lea一ves. I lay my head on my
desk, feeling like I’ve been run over by a freight train—the freight train that is
my beloved husband. He has to be the most frustrating, annoying, contrary
man on the planet. I sit up and frantically rub my eyes. What ha一ve I just
agreed to? Okay, Ana Grey running SIP—I mean, Grey Publishing. The man
is insane. There’s a knock on the door, and Hannah pokes her head around.
“You okay?” she asks.
I just stare at her. She frowns.
“I know you don’t like me doing this—but can I make you some tea?”
I nod.
“Twinings English Breakfast, weak and black?”
I nod.
“Coming right up, Ana.”
I stare blankly at my computer screen, still in shock. How can I make him
understand? E-mail!
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: NOT AN ASSET!
Date: August 22, 2011 14:23
To: Christian Grey
Mr. Grey
Next time you come and see me, make an appointment, so I can at l
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