a一ve dinner?” His eyes glow with love and humor. I nod. I am
famished. I reach over to gently pull the little hairs on his chest.
“I want you to tell me something,” I whisper.
“What?”
“Don’t get mad.”
“What is it, Ana?”
“You do care.”
His eyes widen, and all trace of his good humor vanishes.
“I want you to admit that you care. Because the Christian I know and love
would care.”
He stills, his eyes not lea一ving mine, and I’m witness to his internal struggle as
if he’s about to make the judgment of Solomon. He opens his mouth to say
something then closes it again as some fleeting emotion crosses his face . .
. pain, maybe.
Say it, I will him.
“Yes. Yes, I care. Happy?” His voice is barely a whisper. Oh, thank fuck for
that. It’s a relief. “Yes. Very.”
He frowns. “I can’t believe I’m talking to you now, here in our bed, about—”
I put my finger to his lips.
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“We’re not. Let’s eat. I’m hungry.”
He sighs and shakes his head. “You beguile and bewilder me, Mrs. Grey.”
“Good.” I lean up and kiss him.
~o0o~
From: Anastasia Grey
Subject: The List
Date: September 9, 2011 09:33
To: Christian Grey
That’s definitely at the top.
:D
A x
Anastasia Grey
Commissioning Editor, SIP
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Tell Me Something New
Date: September 9, 2011 09:42
To: Anastasia Grey
You’ve said that for the last three days.
Make your mind up.
Or . . . we could try something else.
;)
Christian Grey
CEO, Enjoying this Game, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I grin at my screen. The last few evenings ha一ve been . . . entertaining. We
ha一ve relaxed again, Leila’s brief interruption forgotten. I ha一ven’t quite worked
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paintings hang on the walls—and frankly, I don’t really care. My BlackBerry
buzzes and I answer, expecting Christian.
“Ana?”
Who is this?
“Yes?”
“Ana, honey. It’s José Senior.”
“Mr. Rodriguez! Hi!” My scalp prickles. What does José’s dad want with me?
“Honey, I’m sorry to call you at work. It’s
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