yes—I’m in the
playroom. Because there are no windows, I ha一ve no idea what time it is. The
door handle rattles.
“Ana! ” Christian shouts from outside the door. I freeze . . . but he doesn’t
come in. I hear muffled voices, but they move away. I exhale and check the
time on my BlackBerry. It’s seven fifty, and I ha一ve four missed calls and two
voice messages. The missed calls are mostly from Christian, but there’s also
one from Kate. Oh no, he must ha一ve called her. I don’t ha一ve time to listen to
them. I don’t want to be late for work. I wrap the duvet around me and pick up
my purse before making my way to the door. Unlocking it slowly, I peek
outside. No sign of anyone. Oh shit . . . perhaps this is a bit melodramatic. I
roll my eyes at myself, take a deep breath and head downstairs.
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the entrance to the great room, and Christian issuing rapid-fire instructions.
As one they all turn and gape at me. Christian is still wearing the clothes he
slept in last night. He looks disheveled, pale, and heart-stoppingly beautiful.
His large gray eyes are wide, and I don’t know if he’s fearful or angry. It’s
difficult to tell.
“Sawyer, I’ll be ready to lea一ve in about twenty minutes,” I mutter, wrapping the
duvet tighter around me for protection. He nods, and all eyes turn to
Christian, who is still staring intensely at me.
“Would you like some breakfast, Mrs. Grey?” Mrs. Jones asks. I shake my
head.
“I’m not hungry, thank you.” She purses her lips but says nothing.
“Where were you?” Christian asks, his voice low and husky. Suddenly
Sawyer, Taylor, Ryan and Mrs. Jones scatter, scurrying into Taylor’s office,
into the foyer, and into the kitchen like terrified rats from a sinking ship.
I ignore Christian and march toward our bedroom.
“Ana,” he calls after me, “answer me.” I hear his footsteps behind me as I
walk into the bedroom and continue into our bathroom. Quickly, I turn and
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