I set about ordering a messenger to take his brochure to the printers. He pops his head around his office door.
"Could I have a coffee, please, Ana?"
"Sure." I wander into the kitchen and bump into Claire from reception, who is also fixing coffee.
"Hey, Ana," she says cheerfully.
"Hi, Claire."
We chat briefly about her extended-family gathering over the weekend, which she enjoyed immensely, and I tell her about sailing with Christian.
"Your boyfriend is so dreamy, Ana," she says, her eyes glazing over.
I am tempted to roll my eyes at her.
"He's not bad-looking," I smile and we both start laughing.
"You took your time!" Jack snaps when I bring in his coffee.
Oh! "I'm sorry." I flush then frown. I took the usual amount of time. What's his problem? Perhaps he's nervous about something.
He shakes his head. "Sorry, Ana. I didn't mean to bark at you, honey."
Honey?
"There's something going on at senior management level, and I don't know what it is.
Keep your ear to the ground, okay? If you hear anything - I know how you girls talk." He
grins at me, and I feel slightly sick. He has no idea how we "girls" talk. Besides, I know what's happening.
"You'll let me know, right?"
"Sure," I mutter. "I've sent the brochure to the printers. It will be back by two o'clock."
"Great. Here." He hands me a pile of manuscripts. "All these need synopses of the first chapter, then filing."
"I'll get on it."
I am relieved to step out of his office and sit down at my desk. Oh, it's hard being in the know. What will he do when he finds out? My blood runs cold. Something tells me Jack will be annoyed. I glance at my Blackberry and smile. There's an e-mail from Christian.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Sunrise
Date: June 14, 2011 09:23
To: Anastasia Steele
I love waking up to you in the morning.
Christian Grey
Completely & Utterly Smitten CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I think my face splits in two with my grin, and my inner goddess back-flips over her chaise longue.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Sundown
Date: June 14, 2011 09:35
To: Christian Grey
Dear Completely & Utterly Smitten
I love waking up to you, too. But I love being in bed with you and in elevators and on pianos and billiard tables and boats and desks and showers and bathtubs and strange wooden crosses with shackles and four-poster beds with red satin sheets and boathous-es and childhood bedrooms.
Yours
Sex Mad and Insatiable xx
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Wet Hardware
Date: June 14, 2011 09:37
To: Anastasia Steele
Dear Sex Mad and Insatiable
I've just spat coffee all over my keyboard.
I don't think that's ever happened to me before.
I do admire a woman who concentrates on geography.
Am I to infer you just want me for my body?
Christian Grey
Completely & Utterly Shocked CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Giggling - and wet too
Date: June 14, 2011: 09:42
To: Christian Grey
Dear Completely & Utterly Shocked
Always.
I have work to do.
Stop bothering me.
SM&I xx
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Do I have to?
Date: June 14, 2011 09:50
To: Anastasia Steele
Dear SM&I
As ever, your wish is my command.
Love that you are giggling and wet.
Laters, baby.
x
Christian Grey,
Completely & Utterly Smitten, Shocked and Spellbound CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
I put the Blackberry down and get on with my work.
At lunchtime, Jack asks me to go down to the deli for his lunch. I call Christian as soon as I leave Jack's office.
"Anastasia." He answers immediately, his voice warm and caressing. How is it that this man can make me melt over the phone?
"Christian, Jack has asked me to get his lunch."
"Lazy bastard," Christian gripes.
I ignore him and continue. "So I'm going to get it. It might be handy if you gave me Sawyer's number, so I don't have to bother you."
"It's no bother, baby."
"Are you on your own?"
"No. There are six people staring at me at the moment wondering who the hell I'm talking to."
Shit... "Really?" I gasp, panicked.
"Yes. Really. My girlfriend," he announces away from the phone.
Holy cow! "They probably all thought you were g*y, you know."
He laughs. "Yeah, probably." I hear his grin.
"Er - I'd better go." I am sure he can tell how embarrassed I am to be interrupting him.
"I'll let Sawyer know." He laughs again. "Have you heard from your friend?"
"Not yet. You'll be the first to know, Mr. Grey."
"Good. Laters, baby."
"Bye, Christian." I grin. Every time he says that, it makes me smile... so un-Fifty, but somehow so him, too.
When I exit moments later, Sawyer is waiting on the doorstep of the building.
"Miss Steele," he greets me formally.
"Sawyer." I nod in response and together we head down to the deli.
I don't feel as comfortable with Sawyer as I do with Taylor. He continually scans the street as we make our way along the block. It actually makes me more nervous, and I find myself mirroring his actions.
Is Leila out there? Or are we all infected by Christian's paranoia? Is this part of his fifty shades? What I'd give for half an hour of candid discussion with Dr. Flynn, to find out.