Greta, who is Mr. Grey talking to?" My scalp is trying to leave the building. It's prickling with apprehension, and my subconscious is screaming at me to follow it. But I sound nonchalant enough.
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"Oh, that's Mrs. Lincoln. She owns the place with Mr. Grey." Greta seems more than happy to share.
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"Mrs. Lincoln?" I thought Mrs. Robinson was divorced. Perhaps she's remarried to some poor sap.
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"Yes. She's not usually here, but one of our technicians is sick today so she's filling in."
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I'm swamped by a strange sense of relief that my spidey sense has not let me down.
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"Do you know Mrs. Lincoln's first name?"
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Greta looks up at me, frowning, and purses her bright pink lips, questioning my curiosity. Shit, perhaps this is a step too far. "Elena," she says, almost reluctantly.
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They are still deep in discussion. Christian is talking rapidly to Elena, and she looks worried, nodding, grimacing, and shaking her head. Reaching out, she rubs his arm soothingly while biting her lip. Another nod, and she glances at me and offers me a small, reassuring smile.
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Spidey sense? my subconscious snorts. Pedo sense.
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"For a bright man, sometimes…" Words fail me. "I'd like to go, please."
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"I'm sorry, Ana. I didn't know she'd be here. She's never here. She's opened a new branch at the Bravern Center, and that's where she's normally based. Someone was sick today."
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She murmurs something to Christian; he looks my way briefly, then turns back to her and replies. She nods, and I think she's wishing him luck, but my lip-reading skills aren't highly developed.
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I can only stare at her, stone-faced. I think I'm in shock. How could he bring me here?
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He gazes down at me, his eyes burning.
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"You know why." I roll my eyes.
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I turn on my heel and head for the door.
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"Not really. You didn't want to introduce me?" My voice sounds cold, hard.
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His mouth drops open, he looks as if I've pulled the rug from under his feet.
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Fifty strides back to me, anxiety etched on his face. Damn right. Mrs. Robinson returns to the back room, closing the door behind her.
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"Why?"
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"But I thought --"
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Christian frowns. "Are you okay?" he asks, but his voice is strained, cautious.
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"Leila?"
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"Yes."
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"Can you see how fucked-up this is?" I glare up at him, my voice low.
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"Some of them, yes," he says quietly, his tone clipped.
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I stop and face him. His eyes are wide, fearful. His lips are pressed into a hard, uncompromising line.
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"The place looks very new."
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"Yes."
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"No, you most definitely are not."
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Christian walks wordlessly beside me as I try to mull all this over in my head. Wrapping my arms protectively around myself, I keep my head down, avoiding the trees on Second Avenue. Wisely, he makes no move to touch me. My mind is boiling with unanswered questions. Will Mr. Evasive fess up?
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"Did they know about her?"
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"I see. So Mrs. Robinson met all your subs?"
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"It's been refurbished recently."
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"No. None of them did. Only you."
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"You used to take your subs there?" I snap.
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"But I'm not your sub."
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"We won't need Franco, Greta," Christian snaps as we head out of the door. I have to suppress the impulse to run. I want to run fast and far away. I have an overwhelming urge to cry. I just need to get away from all this fucked-upness.
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"Now if you'll excuse me."
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"Because that's over between us. I've told you this." His brow creases suddenly. Holding his finger up, he fishes his BlackBerry out of his jacket pocket. It must be vibrating because I don't hear it ring.
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"She's very attractive."
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"You're not running. Are you?" he asks.
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"Why aren't you with her?"
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He runs his hand through his hair. "I can have Franco come to the apartment, or your place," he says quietly.
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He blinks. "Yes, she is."
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"Is she still married?"
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"I want to get my hair cut, preferably somewhere where you haven't fucked either the staff or the clientele."
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"No. She divorced about five years ago."
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"Yes. I'm sorry." And he has the grace to look contrite.
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"Welch," he snaps, then listens. We are standing on Second Avenue, and I gaze in the direction of the larch sapling in front of me, its leaves the newest green.
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He flinches.
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"No, I just want a damn haircut. Somewhere I can close my eyes, have someone wash my hair, and forget about all this baggage that accompanies you."
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"Killed in a car crash? When?" Christian interrupts my reverie.
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"That's twice that bastard's not been forthcoming. He must know. Does he have no feelings for her whatsoever?" Christian shakes his head in disgust. "This is beginning to make sense… no… explains why, but not where." Christian glances around us as if searching for something, and I find myself mirroring his actions. Nothing catches my eye. There are just the shoppers, the traffic, and the trees.
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Oh no. Who? I listen more closely.
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People bustle past us, lost in their Saturday morning chores, no doubt contemplating their own personal dramas. I wonder if they include stalker ex-submissives, stunning ex-Dommes, and a man who has no concept of privacy under US law.
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"What…," he whispers and pales, his eyes widening. "I see. When?… That recently? But how?… No background checks?… I see. E-mail the name, address, and photos if you have them… twenty-four seven, from this afternoon. Establish liaison with Taylor." Christian hangs up.
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"She's here," Christian continues. "She's watching us… Yes… No. Two or four, twenty-four seven… I haven't broached that yet." Christian looks at me directly.
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Broached what? I frown and he regards me warily.
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"Anastasia, Leila is obviously suffering a psychotic break. I don't know if it's you or me she's after, or what lengths she's prepared to go to. We'll go to your place, pick up your things, and you can stay with me until we've tracked her down."
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He grabs his BlackBerry from his pocket again and dials a number. "Greta, Christian Grey. I want Franco at my place in an hour. Ask Mrs. Lincoln… Good." He puts his phone away. "He's coming at one."
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"Who's Welch?"
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"Leila left her husband about three months ago and ran off with a guy who was killed in a car accident four weeks ago."
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"I don't want to go to your place. I want to get my hair cut!" I shout. If I can just focus on this one thing…
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"Christian…!" I splutter, exasperated.
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"That was Welch."
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"The asshole shrink should have found that out," he says angrily. "Grief, that's what this is. Come." He holds out his hand, and I automatically place mine in his before I snatch it away again.
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"Oh."
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"Wait a minute. We were in the middle of a discussion about 'us.' About her, your Mrs. Robinson."
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Christian's face hardens. "She's not my Mrs. Robinson. We can talk about it at my place."
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"My security adviser."
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"Okay. So what's happened?"
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"Well?" I ask, exasperated. Is he going to tell me?
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"No," I state stubbornly. I have to make a stand.
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"You wouldn't dare." I scowl at him. Surely he wouldn't make a scene on Second Avenue?
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He glares at me. "You are coming back to my apartment if I have to drag you there by your hair."
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"I don't. We can continue our discussion back at my place. Come."
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"Why would I want to do that?"
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He starts striding along Second Avenue, ignoring me. Clasping his arm firmly around my thighs, he swats my behind with his free hand.
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I cross my arms and glare at him. This has gone too far.
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"So I can keep you safe."
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I gape at him… this is beyond belief. Fifty Shades in Glorious Technicolor.
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"I think you're overreacting."
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He half smiles at me, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes.
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"But --"
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"Oh, baby, we both know that if you throw down the gauntlet, I'll be only too happy to pick it up."
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We glare at each other -- and abruptly he sweeps down, clasps me around my thighs, and lifts me. Before I know it, I am over his shoulder.
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"You can walk or I can carry you. I don't mind either way, Anastasia."
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"Put me down!" I scream. Oh, it feels good to scream.
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7. Buying SIP -- he's got more money than sense.
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2. Taking me to the salon that he owns with his ex-lover -- how stupid can he be?
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6. Knowing my bank account number -- that's just too stalkery by half.
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3. The same place he took his submissives -- same stupidity at work here.
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5. Having crazy ex-girlfriends. Can I blame him for that? I am so furious; yes, I can.
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8. Insisting I stay with him -- the threat from Leila must be worse than he feared… he didn't mention that yesterday.
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4. Not even realizing that this was a bad idea -- and he's supposed to be a bright guy.
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He puts me down, and before he's even stood upright, I stomp off in the direction of my apartment, seething, ignoring him. Of course, he's by my side in moments, but I continue to ignore him. What am I going to do? I am so angry, but I'm not even sure what I am angry about -- there's so much.
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As I stalk back home, I make a mental list:
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1. Over-the-shoulder carrying -- unacceptable for anyone over the age of six.
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"Christian!" I shout. People are staring. Could this be any more humiliating? "I'll walk! I'll walk."
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"That means she can just buy a gun," I whisper.
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"She managed to obtain a concealed weapons permit yesterday."
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"With Leila."
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He frowns down at me, and I wrap my arms around him and hug him hard, my face against his chest. He doesn't seem to mind.
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"I've told you."
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He shifts uncomfortably.
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"Not me… what about you?" I whisper.
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"Let's get back," he murmurs, and he reaches down and kisses my hair, and that's it. All my fury is gone, but not forgotten. Dissipated under the threat of some harm coming to Christian. The thought is unbearable.
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He knits his brow. "What do you mean?"
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"Christian! Tell me!" I snap.
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Oh, shit. I gaze at him, blinking, and feel the blood drain from my face as I absorb this news. I may faint. Suppose she wants to kill him? No!
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Realization dawns. Something's changed. What could that be? I halt, and Christian halts with me. "What's happened?" I demand.
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"Ana," he says, his voice full of concern. He places his hands on my shoulders, pulling me close to him. "I don't think she'll do anything stupid, but -- I just don't want to take that risk with you."
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"No, you haven't. There's something else. You didn't insist that I go to your place yesterday. So what's happened?"
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"Kate's brother. He's staying here until he finds a place in Seattle."
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"Ethan is back Tuesday," I mutter.
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"I don't know that he's got keys. I'll need to be back then."
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He grabs my case, and we head out the door. As we walk around to the back of the building to the parking lot, I'm aware that I am looking over my shoulder. I don't know if my paranoia has taken over or if someone really is watching me. Christian opens the passenger door of the Audi and looks at me expectantly.
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Christian gazes at me blankly, but I notice the frostiness creep into his eyes.
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"Something wrong with my driving? Don't tell me you know what I scored on my driving test… I wouldn't be surprised with your stalking tendencies." Maybe he knows that I just scraped through the written test.
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"Charlie Tango's coming, too?" Christian asks.
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"Ethan?"
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"Well, it's good that you'll be staying with me. Give him more room," he says quietly.
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Christian says nothing.
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"That's everything."
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"I thought I was driving."
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I nod and he gives me a small, indulgent smile.
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"Are you getting in?" he asks.
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"No. I'll drive."
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Solemnly I pack a small case and place my Mac, the BlackBerry, my iPad, and the Charlie Tango balloon in my backpack.
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"That's probably why," he mutters. "She put me off blondes forever."
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"Tell me about her."
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"Mrs. Robinson isn't a brunette."
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Perhaps he has the same uneasy feeling, too. Some dark sentinel watching us -- well, a pale brunette with brown eyes who has an uncanny resemblance to yours truly and, quite possibly, a concealed firearm.
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So, he only likes brunettes. I wonder why? Did Mrs. Extraordinarily Glamorous in Spite of Being Old Robinson really put him off blondes? I shake my head -- Christian Mindfuck Grey.
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"Okay." I hastily climb in. Honestly, chill, will you?
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"I told you. I prefer brunettes."
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I stare impassively out the window, spying brunettes everywhere, none of them Leila, though.
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"I just wondered."
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"Were all your submissives brunettes?"
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He frowns. "Yes," he mutters. He sounds uncertain, and I imagine him thinking, Where's she going with this?
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Christian sets off into traffic.
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"You're kidding," I gasp.
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"Yes. I'm kidding," he replies, exasperated.
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"Get in the car, Anastasia," he snaps angrily.
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"I owed it to her."
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"It wasn't my thing. I did two years. Unfortunately, my parents were not so understanding."
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"You dropped out?"
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"When I dropped out of Harvard, she loaned me a hundred grand to start my business."
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"She was a bored trophy wife, Anastasia. Her husband was wealthy -- big in timber." He gives me a wolfish grin. "He wouldn't let her work. You know, he was controlling. Some men are like that." He gives me a quick sideways smile.
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"What do you want to know?" Christian's brow furrows, and his tone of voice tries to warn me off.
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"So, she's rich?" I murmur.
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"Politics and Economics."
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"Why?"
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I frown. Mr. Grey and Dr. Grace Trevelyan disapproving; I can't picture it.
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Holy fuck… she's rich, too.
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"Oh?"
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He visibly relaxes, happy to talk about work. "I am a silent partner. I'm not particularly interested in the beauty business, but she's built it into a successful venture. I just invested and helped get her started."
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"You don't seem to have done too badly dropping out. What was your major?"
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"Tell me about your business arrangement."
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Hmm… figures.
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"Very."
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"She lent you her husband's money?"
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"Good. We have a hairdresser arriving at one -- Franco De Luca."
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"That's terrible."
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"He got his own back," Christian says darkly as he pulls into the underground garage at Escala.
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Oh?
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"Excellent. How's your daughter?"
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"Has Welch been in touch?" Christian asks.
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He nods. "Okay," he says, and stares straight ahead. Taylor is waiting for us when we arrive in the foyer. How does he always know? He takes my case.
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"Really? A controlling man, surely a mythical creature?" I don't think I can squeeze any more sarcasm into my response.
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"Yes, sir."
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"Miss Steele," Taylor nods at me.
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"And?"
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Christian shakes his head, as if recalling a particularly sour memory, and parks beside the Audi Quattro SUV. "Come -- Franco will be here shortly."
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"How?"
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In the elevator christian peers down at me. "Still mad at me?" he asks matter-of-factly.
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"She's fine, thank you, sir."
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"Everything's arranged."
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He nods and a small mischievous smile appears on his lips.
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Christian's grin gets bigger.
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"Oh, I see."
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I check the tag on one of the evening dresses: $2,998. Holy fuck. I sink to the floor.
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Christian disappears into his study, leaving me standing in the huge art gallery he calls home and wondering what to do with myself.
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"She's seven."
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Taylor smiles. This is unexpected. Taylor's a father? I follow Christian into the great room, intrigued by this information.
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"Yes ma'am."
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"She lives with her mother," Taylor clarifies.
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Christian gazes at me impatiently.
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"Okay."
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I shake my head. Christian gazes at me for a beat and decides not to argue.
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"Hi, Taylor. You have a daughter?"
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"How old is she?"
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"I have to make a few calls. Make yourself at home."
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"Are you hungry?"
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Clothes! Picking up my backpack, I wander upstairs to my bedroom and check out the walk-in closet. It's still full of clothes -- all brand-new with price tags still attached. Three long evening dresses, three cocktail dresses, and three more for everyday wear. All this must have cost a fortune.
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I glance around. I haven't been here since I walked out.
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"Oh, you know…"
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"Love you, too, Mom."
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"What?"
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"What's wrong? Still not worked it out with Christian?"
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"Okay, honey -- take care of yourself. Love you!"
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"Tell me about it. Men, there's just no reading them sometimes. Bob's wondering if our move to Georgia was a good one."
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Christian appears in the doorway. "There you are. I thought you'd run off." His relief is obvious.
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"Yeah, he's talking about going back to Vegas."
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Oh, someone else has problems. I'm not the only one.
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This isn't me. I put my head in my hands and try to process the last few hours. It's exhausting. Why, oh why, have I fallen for someone who is plain crazy -- beautiful, sexy as fuck, richer than Croesus, and crazy with a capital K?
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I fish my BlackBerry out of my backpack and call my mom.
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"Mom, it's complicated. I think he's nuts. That's the problem."
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I hold my hand up to indicate that I'm on the phone. "Sorry, Mom, I have to go. I'll call again soon."
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"Ana, honey! It's been so long. How are you, darling?"
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I hang up and gaze at Fifty. He frowns, looking strangely awkward.
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"I know. I'm trying," he murmurs.
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"Can I come in?"
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"Of all this, Christian." I wave my hand in the general direction of the clothes.
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He runs a hand through his hair. "You are one frustrating female."
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He gazes at me for a moment, and I have no idea what he's thinking.
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"You're a lot to take on, you know?"
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"No, I don't."
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"You're very trying."
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"As are you, Miss Steele."
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His eyes widen and his wary look returns. "You know why."
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He scratches his chin… his stubbly chin. My fingers itch to touch him.
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"You make me look at the world differently, Anastasia. You don't want me for my money. You give me… hope," he says softly.
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"Why are you doing this?"
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He frowns again and sits down, cross-legged, facing me.
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"They're just clothes. If you don't like them, I'll send them back."
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"I'm not hiding. I'm despairing."
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"It's your closet."
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"Why are you hiding in here?" he asks.
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"You could have a nice brunette submissive. One who'd say, 'How high?' every time you said jump, provided of course she had permission to speak. So why me, Christian? I just don't get it."
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"Despairing?"
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He looks so vulnerable… It's disturbing. Leaning up on my knees, I bend forward and kiss him gently on his lips.
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"Okay. Faith and patience, I can live with that."
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He shrugs. "More." His voice is low and quiet. "And you're right. I am used to women doing exactly what I say, when I say, doing exactly what I want. It gets old quickly. There's something about you, Anastasia, which calls to me on some deep level I don't understand. It's a siren's call. I can't resist you, and I don't want to lose you." He reaches forward and takes my hand. "Don't run, please -- have a little faith in me and a little patience. Please."
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"Good. Because Franco's here."
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"Such beautiful hair!" he gushes with an outrageous, probably fake Italian accent. I bet he's from Baltimore or somewhere, but his enthusiasm is infectious. Christian leads us both into his bathroom, exits hurriedly, and reenters carrying a chair from his room.
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What? Mr. Cryptic is back. "Hope for what?"
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Franco is small, dark, and gay. I love him.
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"I'll leave you two to it," he mutters.
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"See! I tell you he like it," Franco enthuses.
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"You look lovely, Ana," Christian says appreciatively.
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Christian rises and strolls toward us. "Thank you, Franco."
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"I'm glad you kept it long," he says as he walks toward me, his eyes bright. He takes a strand between his fingers.
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"My work 'ere is done," Franco exclaims.
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Christian is sitting on his couch, plowing through what look like spreadsheets. Soft, mellow, classical music drifts through the great room. A woman sings passionately, pouring her soul into the song. It's breathtaking. Christian glances up and smiles, distracting me from the music.
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I nod and he smiles.
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I laugh, embarrassed by his familiarity. Christian shows him to the foyer door and returns moments later.
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Franco turns, grasps me in an overwhelming bear hug, and kisses both my cheeks. "Never let anyone else be cutting your hair, bellissima Ana!"
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"Grazie, Mr. Grey." Franco turns to me. "Bene, Anastasia, what shall we do with you?"
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"So soft," he murmurs, gazing down at me. "Are you still mad at me?"
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He purses his lips. "She knows where."
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"A long one."
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"That's quite a list. But just to clarify once more -- she's not my Mrs. Robinson."
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He stifles a smile. "What is bothering you specifically, Miss Steele? Spit it out."
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"What's bothering me? Well, there's your gross invasion of my privacy, the fact that you took me to some place where your ex-mistress works and you used to take all your lovers to have their bits waxed, you manhandled me in the street like I was six years old -- and to cap it all, you let your Mrs. Robinson touch you!" My voice has risen to a crescendo.
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"Over lunch, then. I'm hungry, and not just for food," he gives me a salacious smile.
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"She can touch you," I repeat.
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I roll my eyes. "You want the list?"
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He runs both hands through his hair and closes his eyes briefly, as if he's seeking divine guidance of some kind. He swallows. "You and I don't have any rules. I have never had a relationship without rules, and I never know where you're going to touch me. It makes me nervous. Your touch completely --" He stops, searching for the words. "It just means more… so much more."
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"I am not going to let you dazzle me with your sexpertise."
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"No." I pout at him childishly.
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"Can we discuss it in bed?"
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Okay.
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He raises his eyebrows, and his good humor vanishes.
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"There's a list?"
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"What does that mean?"
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"What precisely are you mad at me about?"
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My touch means… more. How am I supposed to resist when he says this stuff? Gray eyes search mine, watching, apprehensive.
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Tentatively I reach out and apprehension shifts to alarm. Christian steps back and I drop my hand.
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Oh, my Fifty Shades. Shaking my head, I offer him a small, reassuring smile and he relaxes.
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More? His answer is completely unexpected, throwing me, and there's that little word with the big meaning hanging between us again.
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How can he switch so quickly? He's the most capricious person I know.
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"You'll have to tell me exactly why this is a hard limit, one day, please."
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"Devastated and deprived," he says immediately.
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"Hard limit," he whispers, a pained, panicked look on his face.
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"So, the rest of your list. Invading your privacy." His mouth twists as he contemplates this. "Because I know your bank account number?"
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"One day," he murmurs and seems to snap out of his vulnerability in a nanosecond.
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I can't help but feel a crushing disappointment. "How would you feel if you couldn't touch me?"
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"I don't see it that way. What I do, I have to be careful."
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I dutifully follow him, dazed. From a locked filing cabinet, he pulls a manila folder. Typed on the tab: ANASTASIA ROSE STEELE.
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"Yes, that's outrageous."
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"It wasn't a coincidence. You didn't just drop by?"
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He shrugs apologetically. "You can keep it," he says quietly.
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"I do background checks on all my submissives. I'll show you." He turns and heads for his study.
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"I don't misuse the information. Anyone can get hold of it if they have half a mind to, Anastasia. To have control -- I need information. It's how I've always operated." He gazes at me, his expression guarded and unreadable.
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"But this is private."
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"Well, gee, thanks," I snap. I flick through the contents. He has a copy of my birth certificate, for heaven's sake, my hard limits, the non-disclosure agreement, the contract -- Jeez -- my Social Security number, résumé, employment records.
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"So, you knew I worked at Clayton's?"
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"No."
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I don't know whether to be angry or flattered.
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"This is fucked-up. You know that?"
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Holy fucking shit. I glare at him.
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"Yes."
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I flush. "Why should I? I don't need to know the bottom line of your bank account, Christian."
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"Twenty-four thousand dollars is nothing. The car, the Tess books, the clothes, they're nothing." His voice is soft.
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My mouth drops open. That is an obscene amount of money.
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I gaze at him, shocked. Love about me?
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His eyes soften. "I know. That's one of the things I love about you."
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"You do misuse the information. You deposited twenty-four thousand dollars that I didn't want into my account."
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"Anastasia, I earn roughly one hundred thousand dollars an hour."
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His mouth presses in a hard line. "I told you. That's what Taylor managed to get for your car. Unbelievable, I know, but there you go."
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"Anastasia, do you have any idea how much money I make?"
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I gaze at him. He really has no idea. Extraordinary.
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"If you were me, how would you feel about all this… largesse coming your way?" I ask.
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"But the Audi…"
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He stares at me blankly, and there it is, his problem in a nutshell -- empathy or the lack thereof. The silence stretches between us.
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Inspecting the impressive contents of the fridge, I decide on a Spanish omelet. There are even cold potatoes -- perfect. It's quick and easy. Christian is still in his study, no doubt invading some poor, unsuspecting fool's privacy and compiling information. The thought is unpleasant and leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. My mind is reeling. He really knows no bounds.
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"Oh?"
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"Mrs. Jones is off on the weekends? So you eat cold cuts most weekends?"
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My heart swells. This is it, the crux of his Fifty Shades, surely. He can't put himself in my shoes. Well, now I know.
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"They're part of the deal. Part of what I am."
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He sighs. "I want to give you the world, Anastasia."
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He frowns. "Sure."
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"Good. Otherwise, there's food in the fridge."
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Finally, he shrugs. "I don't know," he says, and he looks genuinely bemused.
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"Shall we eat?" I ask. This tension between us is draining.
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"No."
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"It doesn't feel great. I mean, you're very generous, but it makes me uncomfortable. I have told you this enough times."
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"Whatever Madam can find," he says darkly.
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Oh, this is going nowhere.
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"I just want you, Christian. Not all the add-ons."
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He sighs. "My submissives cook, Anastasia."
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"Oh, of course." I flush. How could I be so stupid? I smile sweetly at him. "What would Sir like to eat?"
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"I'll cook."
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Where is she? I wonder. What does she want?
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I need music if I'm going to cook, and I'm going to cook non-submissively! I wander over to the iPod dock beside the fireplace and pick up Christian's iPod. I bet there are more of Leila's choices on here -- I dread the very idea.
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I scroll through the extensive list. I want something upbeat. Hmm, Beyoncé-- doesn't sound like Christian's taste. "Crazy in Love." Oh yes! How apt. I hit the "repeat" button and put it on loud.
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I sashay back to the kitchen and find a bowl, open the fridge, and take out the eggs. I crack them open and begin to whisk, dancing the whole time.
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I shudder. What a legacy. I can't wrap my head around it.
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Raiding the fridge once more, I gather potatoes, ham, and -- yes!-- peas from the freezer. All of these will do. Finding a pan, I place it on the stove, put in a little olive oil, and go back to whisking.
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No empathy, I muse. Is this unique to Christian? Maybe all men are like this, baffled by women. I just don't know. Perhaps it's not such a revelation.
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Desire uncurls in my belly. No. I shrug out of his embrace. "I'm still mad at you."
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Christian slips his arms around me, making me jump.
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His lips twitch with amusement. Turning, he picks up the remote control from the counter and switches off the music.
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He frowns. "How long are you going to keep this up?" he asks, dragging a hand through his hair.
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He shakes his head, his expression somber, and I know it was her -- Ghost Girl.
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"Interesting choice of music," he purrs as he kisses me below my ear. "Your hair smells good." He nuzzles my hair and inhales deeply.
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One of the things I love about you.
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I stop whisking. He said it. Does that mean there are other things? I smile for the first time since seeing Mrs. Robinson -- a genuine, heartfelt, face-splitting smile.
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I shrug. "At least until I've eaten."
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I wish Kate were home; she would know. She's been in Barbados far too long. She should be back at the end of the week after her additional vacation with Elliot. I wonder if it's still lust at first sight for them.
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"Did you put that on your iPod?" I ask.
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"What would you like to hear?"
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I watch him, enthralled as slowly, like the predator he is, he stalks me in time to the slow sultry beat of the music. He's barefoot, wearing just an untucked white shirt, jeans, and a smoldering look.
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QED. No empathy. My subconscious crosses her arms and smacks her lips in disgust.
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"No, it's fine. I like to cook to music."
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He heads over to the iPod dock while I go back to my whisking.
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Moments later the heavenly sweet, soulful voice of Nina Simone fills the room. It's one of Ray's favorites: "I Put a Spell on You."
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"Surprise me."
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Nina sings "you're mine" as Christian reaches me, his intention clear.
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I flush, turning to gape at Christian. What is he trying to tell me? He put a spell on me a long time ago. Oh my… his look has changed, the levity gone, his eyes darker, intense.
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"I quite like the song. But if it offends you, I'll remove it."
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"Why's it still on there?"
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"Don't you think she was trying to tell you something back then?"
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"Well, with hindsight, probably," he says quietly.
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"I'm not going to touch you until you say yes," he says softly. "But right now, after a really shitty morning, I want to bury myself in you and just forget everything but us."
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He's so close, but he doesn't touch me. His heat is warming my skin.
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"Do what?"
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His proximity is overwhelming, exhilarating. The familiar pull is there, all my synapses goading me toward him, my inner goddess at her most libidinous. Staring at the patch of hair in the V of his shirt, I bite my lip, helpless, driven by desire -- I want to taste him there.
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"I want you, Anastasia," he murmurs. "I love and I hate, and I love arguing with you. It's very new. I need to know that we're okay. It's the only way I know how."
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"My feelings for you haven't changed," I whisper.
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"Christian, please," I whisper, the whisk redundant in my hand.
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"Please what?"
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He's standing in front of me, gazing down at me.
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"This."
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"Don't do this."
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"Are you sure?" he breathes and reaching over, he takes the whisk from my hand and places it back in the bowl with the eggs. My heart is in my mouth. I don't want this -- I do want this -- badly. He's so frustrating, so hot and desirable. I tear my gaze away from his spellbinding look.
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Oh my… Us. A magical combination, a small, potent pronoun that clinches the deal. I raise my head to stare at his beautiful yet serious face.
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"I'm going to touch your face," I breathe, and see his surprise reflected briefly in his eyes before his acceptance registers.
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Lifting my hand, I caress his cheek, and run my fingertips across his stubble. He closes his eyes and exhales, leaning his face into my touch.
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His mouth softly closes on mine, coaxing, coercing my lips apart as his arms enfold me, pulling me to him. His hand moves up my back, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of my head and tugging gently, while his other hand flattens on my behind, forcing me against him. I moan softly.
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"Yes or no, Anastasia?" he whispers.
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He leans down slowly, and my lips automatically lift to meet his. He hovers over me.
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"Mr. Grey." Taylor coughs, and Christian releases me immediately.
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"Taylor," he says, his voice frigid.
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I whirl around to see an uncomfortable Taylor standing on the threshold of the great room. Christian and Taylor stare at each other, some unspoken communication passing between them.
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"Yes."
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I wonder what Taylor has had to interrupt in the past. What's he seen? I don't want to think about that. Lunch. I'll make lunch. I busy myself slicing potatoes. What does Taylor want? My mind races -- is this about Leila?
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I take a deep, steadying breath. Can I not resist him for one minute? I shake my head, disgusted at myself, grateful for Taylor's interruption, embarrassing though it is.
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"We'll be ready," Taylor answers and leaves the great room.
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"Problem?"
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"I'll brief them in ten," he says to Taylor.
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"Rain check," Christian whispers to me before following Taylor out of the room.
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I produce two warmed plates and place them on the kitchen island.
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"My study," Christian snaps, and Taylor walks briskly across the room.
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"Lunch?"
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"Please," Christian says as he perches on one of the barstools. Now he's watching me carefully.
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I scowl. He's not telling me. I dish out lunch and sit down beside him, resigned to staying in the dark.
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"No."
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Ten minutes later, they emerge, just as the omelet is ready. Christian looks preoccupied as he glances at me.
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"Elliot does Judo. Mia put her foot down at age twelve and refused." He smiles at the memory.
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It does taste good, even though I'm not that hungry. But I eat, knowing Christian will nag if I don't. Eventually Christian disrupts our brooding silence and switches on the classical piece I heard earlier.
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"Canteloube, Songs of the Auvergne. This is called 'Bailero.'"
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"Wow. And the martial arts?"
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"Some words, yes." Christian smiles, visibly relaxing. "My mother had a mantra: 'musical instrument, foreign language, martial art.' Elliot speaks Spanish; Mia and I speak French. Elliot plays guitar, I play piano, and Mia the cello."
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"What's this?" I ask.
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"It's in old French -- Occitan, in fact."
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"It's lovely. What language is it?"
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"This is good," Christian murmurs appreciatively as he takes a bite. "Would you like a glass of wine?"
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"You speak French; do you understand it?" Memories of the flawless French he spoke at his parents' dinner come to mind…
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"No, thank you." I need to keep a clear head around you, Grey.
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"Have you decided what you'll wear this evening? Or do I need to come and pick something for you?" His tone is suddenly brusque.
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"She must be very proud of you. I would be."
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"Dr. Grace is formidable when it comes to the accomplishments of her children."
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"I wish my mother had been that organized."
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A dark thought flashes across Christian's face, and he looks momentarily uncomfortable. He regards me warily, as if he's in uncharted territory.
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Whoa! He sounds angry. Why? What have I said?
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"No, Anastasia, I didn't. I gave a list and your size to a personal shopper at Neiman Marcus. They should fit. Just so that you know, I have ordered additional security for this evening and the next few days. With Leila unpredictable and unaccounted for somewhere on the streets of Seattle, I think it's a wise precaution. I don't want you going out unaccompanied. Okay?"
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"Um… not yet. Did you choose all those clothes?"
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"Good. I'm going to brief them. I shouldn't be long."
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I blink at him. "Okay." What happened to I-must-have-you-now Grey?
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Brusque Christian has gone -- playful Christian is back. How the hell am I supposed to keep up with this?
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I panic briefly, wondering if I should let him see the Web site I'm on -- Multiple Personality Disorder: The Symptoms.
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I clear my plate, wash up quickly, and head back up to my bedroom carrying the ANASTASIA ROSE STEELE dossier. Back in the walk-in closet, I pull out the three long evening dresses. Now, which one?
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I'm lying across the bed looking at my Mac as Christian enters.
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"Yes."
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Lying down on the bed, I gaze at my Mac, my iPad, and my BlackBerry. I am overwhelmed with technology. I set about transferring Christian's playlist from my iPad to the Mac, then fire up Google to surf the Net.
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Where?
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Stretching out beside me, he eyes the Web page with amusement.
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Collecting his plate, Christian places it in the sink and disappears from the room. What the hell was that about? He's like several different people in one body. Isn't that a symptom of schizophrenia? I must Google that.
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"On this site for a reason?" he asks nonchalantly.
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"They're here?"
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"What are you doing?" he inquires softly.
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"I'm a pet project now? A sideline. Science experiment maybe. When I thought I was everything. Miss Steele, you wound me."
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I frown at him, perplexed. It's harlot red, not my color at all.
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"Research. Into a difficult personality." I give him my most deadpan look.
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"How do you know it's you?"
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"I think you're in need of intense therapy."
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"Wild guess."
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I flush. "Yes. That, too."
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"Have you reached any conclusions yet?"
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"I thought I was the only person you know intimately." He arches a brow.
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"I think I'm in need of you. Here." He hands me a tube of lipstick.
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He reaches up and gently tucks my hair behind my ears.
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I turn and gaze at him. He's on his side stretched out beside me with his head resting on his elbow, his expression soft, amused.
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"It's true that you are the only fucked-up, mercurial, control freak that I know intimately."
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His lips twitch with a suppressed smile. "A difficult personality?"
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"My own pet project."
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He laughs. "No, Anastasia, not unless you want to. Not sure it's your color," he finishes dryly.
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"You want me to wear this?" I squeak.
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"I could get a tattoo." His eyes are alight with humor.
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"What about something more permanent, like a Sharpie?"
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"Lean against my legs."
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I clamber over him and sit astride as instructed. His eyes are wide and cautious. But he's amused, too.
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"It washes off. Eventually."
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I push my flats off my feet, scramble into a sitting position, and crawl over to him. He lies down on the bed but keeps his knees flexed.
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This means I could touch him freely. A small smile of wonder plays on my lips.
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Shutting the Mac, I push it to the side. This could be fun.
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Christian Grey with a tat? Marring his lovely body, when it's marked in so many ways already? No way!
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"Come." He holds his hands out to me. "Sit on me."
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"No to the tattoo!" I laugh to hide my horror.
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"I'm not."
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"Lipstick, then." He grins.
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"You want me to draw on you, with lipstick?"
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"The no-go areas," he says by way of explanation.
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I stare at him blankly. Road map?
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"Oh. I was kidding."
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He sits up on the bed cross-legged and drags his shirt off over his head. Oh my. "I like your road map idea."
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He shakes his head, as if he can't quite believe that he's about to let me draw all over his body.
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"Press down," he breathes, and my mouth goes dry as he directs my hand down, from the top of his shoulder, around his arm socket then down the side of his chest. The lipstick leaves a broad, livid red streak in its wake. He stops at the bottom of his rib cage, and then directs me across his stomach. He tenses and stares, seemingly impassive, into my eyes, but beneath his careful blank look, I see his restraint.
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"Yes," I whisper. His proximity is alluring, his toned flesh close, his Christian-smell mixed with my body wash. He guides my hand up to the curve of his shoulder.
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"Open the lipstick," he orders.
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"Give me your hand."
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"Ready?" he asks in a low, soft murmur that makes everything tighten and tense inside me. Oh, wow.
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"I'm always eager for information, Mr. Grey, and it means you'll relax, because I'll know where the boundaries lie."
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I give him my other hand.
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"Yep."
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"You seem -- enthusiastic for this," he comments wryly.
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"Do you, now?" His tone is ironic.
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I give him my hand with the lipstick, and suddenly he sits up so we are nose to nose.
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"Are you rolling your eyes at me?"
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"The one with the lipstick." He rolls his eyes at me.
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"That's very rude, Mr. Grey. I know some people who get positively violent at eye-rolling."
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Oh, he's in überbossy mode, but I don't care.
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"There, done," I whisper, containing my emotion.
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I mirror the line I've drawn on his left side. The trust he's giving me is heady, but tempered by the fact that I can I count his pain. Seven small, round white scars dot his chest, and it's deep, dark purgatory to see this hideous, evil desecration of his beautiful body. Who would do this to a child?
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His aversion is held in strict check, the line of his jaw is strained, and there's tension around his eyes. Midway across his stomach he murmurs, "And up the other side." He releases my hand.
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"No, you're not," he replies and traces a line with his long index finger around the base of his neck. I follow the line of his finger with a scarlet streak. Finishing, I gaze into the gray depths of his eyes.
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"Now my back," he murmurs. He shifts so I have to climb off him, then he turns around on the bed and sits cross-legged with his back to me.
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I do as he says until a crimson line runs across the middle of his back, and as I do, I count more scars marring his beautiful body. Nine in all.
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"Follow the line from my chest, all the way around to the other side." His voice is low and husky.
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"Around your neck, too?" I whisper.
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Holy fuck. I have to fight the overwhelming need to kiss each one and stop the tears pooling in my eyes. What kind of animal would do this? His head is down, and his body tense as I complete the circuit around his back.
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He nods, and I draw another line joining the first around the base of his neck beneath his hair.
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"Those are the boundaries," he says quietly, his eyes dark and pupils dilated… from fear? From lust? I want to hurl myself at him, but I restrain myself and gaze at him in wonder.
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"Finished," I murmur, and it looks like he's wearing a bizarre skin-colored vest with a harlot-red trim.
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His shoulders slump as he relaxes, and he turns slowly to face me once again.
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He gives me a wicked smile and holds out his hands, a silent gesture of consent. "Well, Miss Steele, I'm all yours."
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"Now, about that rain check," he breathes and his mouth claims mine once more.
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I squeal with childish delight and catapult myself into his arms, knocking him flat. He twists, letting out a boyish laugh filled with relief that the ordeal is over. Somehow, I end up beneath him on the bed.
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"I can live with those. Right now I want to launch myself at you," I whisper.
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