"You think?" Christian asks, surprised.
查看中文翻译
"Yes, sir. I heard Mrs. Grey. I'm running face recognition software on all the digitized CCTV footage right now. See where else this asshole -- I'm sorry ma'am -- this man has been within the organization."
查看中文翻译
"Barney, are you getting this?" Christian puts the phone down on his desk and switches to hands-free. "You seem to have studied your ex-boss in some detail, Mrs. Grey," he murmurs, sounding none too pleased. I scowl at him, but I'm saved by Barney.
查看中文翻译
"Why would he do this?" I ask Christian.
查看中文翻译
"It's the line of his jaw." I point at the screen. "And the earrings and the shape of his shoulders. He's the right build, too. He must be wearing a wig -- or he's cut and dyed his hair."
查看中文翻译
He shrugs. "Revenge, perhaps. I don't know. You can't fathom why some people behave the way they do. I'm just angry that you ever worked so closely with him." Christian's mouth presses into a hard, thin line and he encircles my waist with his arm.
查看中文翻译
I glance anxiously at Christian, who ignores Barney's expletive. He's studying the CCTV picture closely.
查看中文翻译
"Good. Let me know where else that fucker has been in my building. And check this image against the one from his SIP personnel file." Christian gazes at me skeptically. "I want to be sure we have a match."
查看中文翻译
"What sort of things? About your lifestyle?"
查看中文翻译
"Me." He sighs.
查看中文翻译
"Sure will. I'm also going to scan the city CCTV and see if I can track his movements."
查看中文翻译
"Tell me."
查看中文翻译
Christian nods and gives me a smug smile.
查看中文翻译
"We have the contents of his hard drive, too, sir," Barney adds.
查看中文翻译
"Was it about you, or me?"
查看中文翻译
"Yes, sir, I do."
查看中文翻译
Christian's face hardens and he shakes his head. "Nothing much," he says, tight-lipped, his smile forgotten.
查看中文翻译
"Alert Welch."
查看中文翻译
"Barney can do all this?" I whisper.
查看中文翻译
"Sir."
查看中文翻译
"Yes, I remember. Do you have an address for Mr. Hyde?" Christian says sharply.
查看中文翻译
"No."
查看中文翻译
"Check what vehicle he owns."
查看中文翻译
"What was on his hard drive?" I whisper.
查看中文翻译
Christian shakes his head and puts his index finger against my lips to silence me. I scowl at him. But he narrows his eyes, and it's a clear warning that I should hold my tongue.
查看中文翻译
"It's a 2006 Camaro. I'll send the license details to Welch, too," Barney says excitedly from the phone.
查看中文翻译
"Well done, Mrs. Grey." He smiles, his earlier rancor forgotten. To Barney he says, "Let me know when you've tracked all his movements at HQ. Also check out any other GEH property he may have had access to, and let the security teams know so they can make another sweep of all those buildings."
查看中文翻译
"I'll make you something." I giggle.
查看中文翻译
"Well -- food actually."
查看中文翻译
"Very," he says quietly, pressing a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.
查看中文翻译
"I am."
查看中文翻译
"Well, Mrs. Grey, it seems that you are not only decorative, but useful, too." Christian's eyes light up with wicked amusement. I know he's teasing.
查看中文翻译
"Decorative?" I scoff, teasing him back.
查看中文翻译
I grin. See? I can be useful. Christian rubs his hand down my back.
查看中文翻译
He grins and kisses me more forcefully, winding my braid around his wrist and wrapping his arms around me. When we come up for air, my heart is racing.
查看中文翻译
"You're much more decorative than I am, Mr. Grey."
查看中文翻译
"Hungry?" he asks.
查看中文翻译
"No."
查看中文翻译
"Sir."
查看中文翻译
"What for?"
查看中文翻译
"Thanks, Barney." Christian hangs up.
查看中文翻译
"Already done, sir, and Mrs. Grey is correct. This is Jack Hyde."
查看中文翻译
She is stirring something in a pot on the stove that smells delicious.
查看中文翻译
"Mrs. Grey. Are you ready for something to eat?"
查看中文翻译
"Always, Mr. Grey… Sir."
查看中文翻译
"Hello, Mrs. Jones."
查看中文翻译
He narrows his eyes. "Are you being cute, Mrs. Grey?"
查看中文翻译
"Of me offering you food?"
查看中文翻译
"Something light. Surprise me," he says, mirroring my words from the playroom earlier.
查看中文翻译
"I'll see what I can do." I sashay out of his study and into the kitchen. My heart sinks when I see Mrs. Jones is there.
查看中文翻译
"I love that sound."
查看中文翻译
"Your giggling." He kisses my hair, then I stand.
查看中文翻译
He smiles his shy smile and my heart clenches. "Oh, Mrs. Grey, what am I going to do with you?"
查看中文翻译
"You're going to answer my question. What would you like to eat?"
查看中文翻译
"So what would you like to eat, Sir?" I ask sweetly.
查看中文翻译
"I know." I grin. Placing my hands on the arms of his office chair, I lean down and kiss him. "That's one of the things I love about you. But stow your twitching palm -- you're hungry."
查看中文翻译
"Um…"
查看中文翻译
He smiles a sphinxlike smile. "I can still put you over my knee," he murmurs seductively.
查看中文翻译
"I was going to make subs for Mr. Grey and me."
查看中文翻译
"What are you cooking?"
查看中文翻译
"I know. But I'd like to do this."
查看中文翻译
She pauses for a heartbeat. "Sure," she says. "Mr. Grey likes French bread -- there is some in the freezer cut to sub length. I'd be happy to make it for you, ma'am."
查看中文翻译
"I understand. I'll give you some room."
查看中文翻译
"This is a Bolognese sauce. It can be eaten anytime. I'll freeze it." She smiles warmly and turns the heat right down.
查看中文翻译
"Mrs. Grey, you could put just about anything in a sandwich, and as long as it's on French bread, he'll eat it." We grin at each other.
查看中文翻译
"Um -- so what does Christian like in a, um… sub?" I frown, struck by what I've just said. Does Mrs. Jones understand the inference?
查看中文翻译
"Okay, thank you." I skip to the freezer and find the French bread cut to size in Ziploc bags. I place two of them on a plate, pop them in the microwave, and set it to defrost.
查看中文翻译
Mrs. Jones has disappeared. I frown as I return to the fridge to search for ingredients. I suppose it will be up to me to set the parameters by which Mrs. Jones and I will work together. I like the idea of cooking for Christian on the weekends. Mrs. Jones is more than welcome to do it during the week -- the last thing I'll want to do when I come home from work is cook. Hmm… a bit like Christian's routine with his submissives. I shake my head. I mustn't overthink this. I find some ham in the fridge, and in the crisper a perfectly ripe avocado.
查看中文翻译
As I am adding a touch of salt and lemon to the mashed avocado, Christian emerges from his study with the plans for the new house in his hands. He puts them on the breakfast bar, saunters toward me, and wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck.
查看中文翻译
"No! Not yet!"
查看中文翻译
"What are you making? Looks good." He kisses me behind my ear, and I know it's to distract me. A delicious tingle travels down my spine.
查看中文翻译
Oh… share?
查看中文翻译
"Mrs. Grey, you wound me." He clutches his side as if in pain.
查看中文翻译
I poke him with my elbow.
查看中文翻译
"Sure, yes. Eventually. But I'm not ready to share you yet." He kisses my neck again.
查看中文翻译
"Barefoot and in the kitchen," he murmurs.
查看中文翻译
"You do want kids though, don't you?"
查看中文翻译
"Subs." I smirk, recovering my sense of humor.
查看中文翻译
He smiles against my neck and nips my earlobe. "My favorite."
查看中文翻译
He relaxes. "On that we can agree, Mrs. Grey."
查看中文翻译
"Wimp," I mutter disapprovingly.
查看中文翻译
He stills, his whole body tensing against me. "Not yet," he declares, apprehension clear in his voice.
查看中文翻译
"Shouldn't that be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?" I smirk.
查看中文翻译
Christian's brow furrows as if this is anathema to him.
查看中文翻译
"Please."
查看中文翻译
I sigh. "I don't want to take all the character out of the house."
查看中文翻译
"Would you like a glass of wine?" he asks.
查看中文翻译
"But?" Christian prompts.
查看中文翻译
"Character?"
查看中文翻译
"I'll be happy wherever you are. It's that simple, Ana." His gaze holds mine. He is utterly, utterly sincere. I blink at him as my heart expands. Holy cow, he really does love me.
查看中文翻译
"I love her proposal to make the entire downstairs back wall glass, but…"
查看中文翻译
"Yes. What Gia is proposing is quite radical, but… well… I fell in love with the house as it is… warts and all."
查看中文翻译
Christian spreads GIA's plans out over the breakfast bar. She really has some spectacular ideas.
查看中文翻译
"I kind of like it the way it is," I whisper. Is this going to make him mad?
查看中文翻译
He regards me steadily. "I want this house to be the way you want. Whatever you want. It's yours."
查看中文翻译
"I want you to like it, too. To be happy in it, too."
查看中文翻译
"Wimp?" he utters in disbelief. He slaps my behind, making me yelp. "Hurry up with my food, wench. And later I'll show you how wimpy I can be." He slaps me playfully once more and goes to the fridge.
查看中文翻译
"I'm cool with those."
查看中文翻译
"Do you?" he replies, surprised and amused at once.
查看中文翻译
Christian grins. "Sure. Whatever you want. What about the plans for upstairs and the basement?"
查看中文翻译
I shrug. "Um… if you want."
查看中文翻译
"Good."
查看中文翻译
He regards me for a moment. "Let's leave our options open for the moment. After all, this will be a family home."
查看中文翻译
Okay… I steel myself to ask the million-dollar question. "Do you want to put in a playroom?" I feel the oh-so-familiar flush creep up my face as I ask. Christian's eyebrows shoot up.
查看中文翻译
He grins. "There's something I want to discuss." Christian points to the master bedroom, and we start a detailed discussion on bathrooms and separate walk-in closets.
查看中文翻译
"Besides, we can improvise."
查看中文翻译
"Well"-- I swallow, fighting the small knot of emotion that catches in my throat --"I like the glass wall. Maybe we could ask her to incorporate it into the house a little more sympathetically."
查看中文翻译
I'm surprised by the stab of disappointment I feel. I guess he's right… although when are we going to have a family? It could be years.
查看中文翻译
"I like improvising," I whisper.
查看中文翻译
"Not if you don't want me to." He smiles. "What would you like to do?"
查看中文翻译
"We could watch TV." I don't want to read, and I don't want to go to bed… yet.
查看中文翻译
We have sat here three, maybe four times total, and Christian usually reads a book. He's not interested in television at all. I curl up beside him on the couch, tucking my legs beneath me and resting my head against his shoulder. He switches on the flat-screen television with the remote and flicks mindlessly through the channels.
查看中文翻译
"Any specific drivel you want to see?"
查看中文翻译
"Are you going back to work?" I ask as Christian rolls up the plans.
查看中文翻译
He whips his face to mine. "Make out?" He gazes at me as if I've grown two heads. He stops the endless flicking, leaving the TV on an overlit Spanish soap opera.
查看中文翻译
"Okay," Christian agrees willingly, and I follow him into the TV room.
查看中文翻译
"You don't like TV much, do you?" I mutter sardonically.
查看中文翻译
When we finish, It's nine thirty in the evening.
查看中文翻译
He shakes his head. "Waste of time. But I'll watch something with you."
查看中文翻译
"I thought we could make out."
查看中文翻译
"We do that all the time. When was the last time you made out in front of the TV?" I ask, shy and teasing at the same time.
查看中文翻译
I giggle. "Well, the first time…"
查看中文翻译
"I want to know. So I can beat whoever it was to a pulp."
查看中文翻译
Oh no. I do not want to have this discussion.
查看中文翻译
"The first time! There's more than one fucker?" He growls.
查看中文翻译
"Christian?"
查看中文翻译
"What! Who with?"
查看中文翻译
He snorts. "Baby, I did a lot of things with Mrs. Robinson. Making out was not one of them." He smirks at me and then narrows his eyes with amused curiosity. "Have you?"
查看中文翻译
"No."
查看中文翻译
"Not even with Mrs. Robinson?"
查看中文翻译
I flush. "Of course." Well, kind of…
查看中文翻译
"Tell me," he persists.
查看中文翻译
"Never?"
查看中文翻译
I gaze down at my knotted fingers. He gently covers my hands with one of his. When I glance up at him, he's smiling at me.
查看中文翻译
"We could go to bed and make out."
查看中文翻译
"I've never done that," he says quietly.
查看中文翻译
He shrugs and shakes his head. Pressing the remote again, he flicks through another few channels before settling on an old episode of The X-Files.
查看中文翻译
"Yes." Why is he so horrified?
查看中文翻译
"And what's he doing now?"
查看中文翻译
"I was briefly in Texas with Mom and Husband Number Three. I was in tenth grade. His name was Bradley, and he was my lab partner in physics."
查看中文翻译
"Fifteen."
查看中文翻译
I gaze into patient gray eyes, trying to gauge his mood. Is this going to make him mad, or does he genuinely want to know? I don't want him sulking… he's impossible when he's sulking.
查看中文翻译
He frowns briefly, runs a hand through his hair, and looks at me as if seeing me in a completely different light. He shrugs. "I just am. I mean -- given your lack of experience."
查看中文翻译
"Christian!" I scold -- and suddenly he grabs my knees, then my ankles, and tips me up so I fall back onto the couch. He slides smoothly on top of me, trapping me beneath him, one leg between mine. It's so sudden that I cry out in surprise. He grabs my hands and raises them above my head.
查看中文翻译
He nods slowly once, and his lips twitch with an amused, arrogant smile.
查看中文翻译
"You really want me to tell you?"
查看中文翻译
"What base did he get to?"
查看中文翻译
"You have." He grins. "Tell me. I want to know."
查看中文翻译
"I don't know."
查看中文翻译
"How old were you?"
查看中文翻译
I giggle again. "Why so surprised, Mr. Grey?"
查看中文翻译
I flush. "I've certainly made up for that since I met you."
查看中文翻译
"Did he do this? Touch you like this?" His thumb skims over my nipple, through my camisole, softly, repeatedly, and it hardens under his expert touch.
查看中文翻译
"Yes," I murmur against his lips. He releases one of his hands so that he can clasp my chin and hold me still while his tongue invades my mouth, and I surrender to his ardent kissing.
查看中文翻译
Mulder blurts from the television something about the FBI's most unwanted.
查看中文翻译
Releasing my chin, he runs his hand down over my body and back up to my breast.
查看中文翻译
"No… nothing like that," I manage as all the blood in my body heads south.
查看中文翻译
"No," I breathe.
查看中文翻译
"Did he get to second base?" he murmurs in my ear. His hand moves down across my ribs, past my waist to my hip. He takes my earlobe between his teeth and gently tugs.
查看中文翻译
"So, this Bradley -- did he get to first base?" he murmurs, running his nose down the length of mine. He plants soft kisses at the corner of my mouth.
查看中文翻译
"No." I writhe beneath him.
查看中文翻译
"Like this?" Christian breathes when he comes up for air.
查看中文翻译
Christian pauses, leans up, and presses "mute" on the remote. He gazes down at me.
查看中文翻译
"What about Joe Schmo number two? Did he make it past second base?"
查看中文翻译
His eyes are smoldering hot… angry? Turned on? It's difficult to say which. He shifts to my side and slides his hand beneath my sweatpants.
查看中文翻译
"Good." His hand cups my sex. "No underwear, Mrs. Grey. I approve." He kisses me again as his fingers weave more magic, his thumb skimming over my clitoris, tantalizing me, as he pushes his index finger inside me with exquisite slowness.
查看中文翻译
"No," I whisper, trapped in his carnal gaze. Christian smiles wickedly.
查看中文翻译
"We're supposed to be making out." I groan.
查看中文翻译
"No. No sex."
查看中文翻译
"No sex, huh?" He withdraws his hand from my sweatpants. "Here." He traces my lips with his index finger, and I taste my slick saltiness. He pushes his finger into my mouth, mirroring what he was doing a moment earlier. Then he shifts so he's between my legs, and his erection pushes against me. He thrusts, once, twice, and again. I gasp as the material of my sweatpants rubs in just the right way. He pushes once more, grinding into me.
查看中文翻译
Christian stills. "I thought we were?"
查看中文翻译
"What?"
查看中文翻译
"No sex…"
查看中文翻译
"Do you like me touching you?" I whisper.
查看中文翻译
"Yes." I moan.
查看中文翻译
"This what you want?" he murmurs and moves his hips rhythmically, rocking against me.
查看中文翻译
"Ah…"
查看中文翻译
His hand moves back to concentrate on my nipple once more and his teeth scrape along my jaw. "Do you know how hot you are, Ana?" His voice is hoarse as he rocks harder against me. I open my mouth to articulate a response and fail miserably, groaning loudly. He captures my mouth once more, tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth before plunging his tongue into my mouth again. He releases my other wrist and my hands travel greedily up his shoulders and into his hair as he kisses me. When I pull on his hair, he groans and raises his eyes to mine.
查看中文翻译
His brow furrows briefly as if he doesn't understand the question. He stops grinding against me. "Of course I do. I love you touching me, Ana. I'm like a starving man at a banquet when it comes to your touch." His voice hums with passionate sincerity.
查看中文翻译
Holy cow…
查看中文翻译
He kneels between my legs and drags me up to haul off my top. I'm naked beneath it. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he yanks it over his head and tosses it on the floor, then pulls me onto his kneeling lap, his arms clasped just above my behind.
查看中文翻译
"I love you, Mrs. Grey," he murmurs and very slowly, very gently, he makes love to me until I come apart at the seams, calling his name and wrapping myself around him, never wanting to let him go.
查看中文翻译
"I want you," he murmurs, and it's a green light to my libido. My fingers move into his hair, pulling his head back so I can claim his mouth, fire licking hot and high in my belly. He groans and pushes me back onto the couch. He sits up and rips off my sweatpants, undoing his fly at the same time.
查看中文翻译
"Ah…" I groan and he stills, grabbing my face between his hands.
查看中文翻译
"Touch me," he breathes.
查看中文翻译
Oh my… Tentatively I reach up and brush the tips of my fingers through the smattering of chest hair over his sternum, over his burn scars. He inhales sharply and his pupils dilate, but it's not with fear. It's a sensual response to my touch. He watches me intently as my fingers float delicately over his skin, first to one nipple and then the other. They pucker beneath my caress. Leaning forward, I plant soft kisses on his chest, and my hands move to his shoulders, feeling the hard, sculptured lines of sinew and muscle. Whoa… he's in good shape.
查看中文翻译
"Home run," he whispers, and swiftly he fills me.
查看中文翻译
"It's been a heavenly three weeks. Car chases and fires and psycho ex-bosses notwithstanding. Like being in our own private bubble," I mutter dreamily.
查看中文翻译
"Back to reality tomorrow," I murmur, trying to keep the melancholy from my voice.
查看中文翻译
"You're so young." Christian smiles fondly. "I like making out with you, Mrs. Grey."
查看中文翻译
"Hmm," Christian hums deep in his throat. "I'm not sure I'm ready to share you with the rest of the world yet."
查看中文翻译
"You know, we completely bypassed third base." My fingers trace the line of his pectoral muscles.
查看中文翻译
"When I was a kid."
查看中文翻译
"Before my time."
查看中文翻译
I lay sprawled on his chest. We're on the floor of the TV room.
查看中文翻译
"You liked that show?" I ask.
查看中文翻译
"Likewise, Mr. Grey." I kiss his chest, and we lie silently watching as The X-Files finish and the commercials come on.
查看中文翻译
He laughs. "Next time." He kisses the top of my head.
查看中文翻译
I look up to stare at the television screen, where the end credits for The X-Files play. Christian reaches for the remote and switches the sound back on.
查看中文翻译
"You?" he asks.
查看中文翻译
Oh… Christian as a kid… kickboxing and X Files and no touching.
查看中文翻译
"Okay," I mutter, placating him. I don't want to fight. "Did Ryan catch up with the woman in the Dodge?"
查看中文翻译
"Sawyer saw someone with their hair tied back, but it was a brief look. He assumed it was a woman. Now, given that you've identified that fucker, maybe it was him. He wore his hair like that." The disgust in Christian's voice is palpable.
查看中文翻译
He stiffens immediately. Oh shit.
查看中文翻译
"Oh?" I look up again.
查看中文翻译
"Enough!" Christian is suddenly curt. "This is not up for discussion, Anastasia. It's a fact, and they won't let it happen again."
查看中文翻译
Christian sighs and runs his other hand through his hair. "Security will be tight --" I put my finger over his lips. I don't want to hear this lecture again.
查看中文翻译
"No. And I'm not convinced it was a woman."
查看中文翻译
He gazes at me levelly. "They should never have let you get so far in front. They know that."
查看中文翻译
I blush guiltily and resume my position, resting on his chest. It was my fault. I wanted to get away from them.
查看中文翻译
"I know. I'll be good. I promise." Which reminds me… I shift, propping myself up on my elbows to see him better. "Why were you shouting at Sawyer?"
查看中文翻译
"That wasn't Sawyer's fault."
查看中文翻译
Anastasia! I am Anastasia when I am in trouble just like at home with my mother.
查看中文翻译
"That wasn't --"
查看中文翻译
"Because we were followed."
查看中文翻译
"I know," I whisper. "I feel the same about you." I shiver at the thought.
查看中文翻译
"Come. You're getting cold," he says, sitting up. "Let's go to bed. We can cover third base there." He smiles a lascivious smile, as mercurial as ever, passionate, angry, anxious, sexy -- my Fifty Shades. I take his hand and he pulls me to my feet, and without a stitch on, I follow him through the great room to the bedroom.
查看中文翻译
The following morning, Christian squeezes my hand as we pull up outside SIP. He looks very much the powerful executive in his dark navy suit and matching tie, and I smile. He's not been this smart since the ballet in Monte Carlo.
查看中文翻译
I don't know what to make of this news. Christian runs his hand down my naked back, distracting me.
查看中文翻译
"You know you don't have to do this?" Christian murmurs. I am tempted to roll my eyes at him.
查看中文翻译
"If anything happened to you…," he murmurs, his eyes wide and serious.
查看中文翻译
"But I want to," I continue. "You know this." I lean up and kiss him. His frown doesn't disappear. "What's wrong?"
查看中文翻译
"I know," I whisper, not wanting Sawyer and Ryan to overhear me from the front of the Audi. He frowns and I smile.
查看中文翻译
"The best, thank you. How's it been here?"
查看中文翻译
He glances uncertainly at Ryan as Sawyer climbs out of the car. "I'll miss having you to myself."
查看中文翻译
"You look wonderful. Good honeymoon?"
查看中文翻译
Sawyer opens the door. I squeeze Christian's hand once more before I climb out onto the sidewalk. As I head into the building, I give him a little wave. Sawyer holds open the door and follows me in.
查看中文翻译
"Hi, Ana." Claire smiles from behind the reception desk.
查看中文翻译
Hannah is my assistant. She is tall, slim, and ruthlessly efficient to the point that sometimes I find her a little intimidating. But she's sweet to me, in spite of the fact that she's a couple of years older. She has my latte waiting -- the only coffee I let her get for me.
查看中文翻译
I reach up to caress his face. "Me, too." I kiss him. "It was a wonderful honeymoon. Thank you."
查看中文翻译
"Go to work, Mrs. Grey."
查看中文翻译
"Old man Roach is the same, but security has been stepped up and our server room is being overhauled. But Hannah will tell you."
查看中文翻译
Sure she will. I give Claire a friendly smile and head to my office.
查看中文翻译
"You, too, Mr. Grey."
查看中文翻译
"Claire, hello." I smile back.
查看中文翻译
"Fantastic. Here -- for you." I pop the small bottle of perfume I bought for her onto her desk, and she claps her hands with glee.
查看中文翻译
"Come in."
查看中文翻译
Elizabeth looks around the door. "Hi, Ana. I just wanted to say welcome back."
查看中文翻译
Just before ten there's a timid tap on my door.
查看中文翻译
"Okay," I murmur, and she shuts the door behind her. I frown at the closed door. What was that about? I shrug it off. My e-mail pings -- it's a message from Christian.
查看中文翻译
"Good. Thank you. And thanks for the coffee." Wandering into my office, I rest my briefcase on my desk and gaze at the piled up letters. I have a lot to do.
查看中文翻译
"Ana, how was your honeymoon?"
查看中文翻译
"Oh, thank you!" she says enthusiastically. "Your urgent correspondence is on your desk, and Roach would like to see you at ten. That's all I have to report for now."
查看中文翻译
"Hey. I have to say, reading through all this correspondence, I wish I was back in the South of France."
查看中文翻译
Elizabeth laughs, but her laughter is off, forced, and I cock my head to one side and gaze at her like Christian does to me.
查看中文翻译
"Hi, Hannah," I say warmly.
查看中文翻译
"Glad you're back safely," she says. "I'll see you in a few minutes at the meeting with Roach."
查看中文翻译
Christian Grey
查看中文翻译
From: Christian Grey
查看中文翻译
Date: August 22 2011 09:58
查看中文翻译
Date: August 22 2011 09:56
查看中文翻译
Anastasia Steele
查看中文翻译
Have a great first day back.
查看中文翻译
Love covering all the bases with you.
查看中文翻译
Miss our bubble, too…
查看中文翻译
Date: August 22 2011 09:32
查看中文翻译
I'll explain this evening.
查看中文翻译
To: Christian Grey
查看中文翻译
====================
查看中文翻译
Shit. I hit reply immediately.
查看中文翻译
Subject: Errant Wives
查看中文翻译
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
查看中文翻译
From: Anastasia Steele
查看中文翻译
PS: Thought I had to use my BlackBerry?
查看中文翻译
This is going to be such a fight. I can feel it. Sighing, I gather up my papers for the meeting.
查看中文翻译
And it's because you haven't changed your name.
查看中文翻译
I sent the e-mail below and it bounced.
查看中文翻译
From: Christian Grey
查看中文翻译
Mrs. Grey
查看中文翻译
To: Anastasia Steele
查看中文翻译
====================
查看中文翻译
====================
查看中文翻译
Back in the Real World CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
查看中文翻译
Editor, SIP
查看中文翻译
I am all for a baseball metaphor with you, Mr. Grey.
查看中文翻译
Wife
查看中文翻译
I am going in to a meeting now.
查看中文翻译
Something you want to tell me?
查看中文翻译
Attachment:
查看中文翻译
I want to keep my name here.
查看中文翻译
Husband
查看中文翻译
x
查看中文翻译
FW Subject: Bubble
查看中文翻译
Subject: Don't Burst the Bubble
查看中文翻译
Christian Grey
查看中文翻译
To: Anastasia Grey
查看中文翻译
Miss our bubble already.
查看中文翻译
When I sit down at my desk, I quickly check my e-mails. Nothing from Christian. I check my BlackBerry… Still nothing. Good. At least there's been no adverse reaction to my e-mail. Perhaps we'll discuss this tonight per my request. I find that hard to believe, but ignoring my uneasy feeling, I open the marketing plan I was given at the meeting.
查看中文翻译
The meeting lasts for two hours. All the editors are there, plus Roach and Elizabeth. We discuss personnel, strategy, marketing, security, and year-end. As the meeting progresses, I grow more and more uncomfortable. There's a subtle change in how my colleagues are treating me -- a distance and deference that wasn't there before I left for my honeymoon. And from Courtney, who heads up the nonfiction division, there's downright hostility. Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but it goes some way to explaining Elizabeth's odd greeting this morning.
查看中文翻译
My mind drifts back to the yacht, then to the playroom, then to the R8 speeding away from the mystery Dodge on I-5. Perhaps Christian's right… perhaps I can't do this anymore. The thought is depressing -- this is all I've ever wanted to do. If I can't do this, what will I do? As I walk back to my office, I try to dismiss these dark thoughts.
查看中文翻译
As is our ritual on a Monday, Hannah comes into my office with a plate for my packed lunch courtesy of Mrs. Jones, and we sit and eat our lunches together, discussing what we want to achieve during the week. She brings me up to date with the office gossip, too, which -- considering I've been away for three weeks -- is sorely lacking. As we're chatting, there's a knock on the door.
查看中文翻译
Roach opens the door, and standing beside him is Christian. I'm momentarily struck dumb. Christian shoots me a blazing look and stalks in, before smiling politely at Hannah.
查看中文翻译
"Come in."
查看中文翻译
"Hello, you must be Hannah. I'm Christian Grey," he says. Hannah scrambles to her feet and holds out her hand.
查看中文翻译
"Mr. Grey. H-how nice to meet you," she stutters as they shake hands. "Can I fetch you a coffee?"
查看中文翻译
"If you'll excuse me, Roach, I'd like a word with Ms. Steele." Christian hisses the S sibilantly… sarcastically.
查看中文翻译
"Please," he says warmly. With a quick puzzled glance at me, she scuttles out of the office past Roach, who stands as dumbstruck as me on the threshold of my office.
查看中文翻译
"Mr. Grey, how nice to see you." I smile, far too sweetly.
查看中文翻译
"Your assets? All of them?"
查看中文翻译
"Yes, it is." He smiles wolfishly at me, the smile not reaching his eyes. His tone is clipped. He's bristling with tension -- I can feel it all around me. Fuck. My heart sinks.
查看中文翻译
He regards me neutrally, but I know he's mad. I take a deep breath. This is not going to be fun.
查看中文翻译
"Please -- don't tell me you have interrupted your day after three weeks away to come over here and fight with me about my name." I am not a freaking asset!
查看中文翻译
"So what can I do for you, Christian?"
查看中文翻译
"I think you know." His voice is menacingly quiet.
查看中文翻译
"All of them. Some of them need rebranding."
查看中文翻译
"I'm just looking over my assets."
查看中文翻译
This is why he's here… Oh shit.
查看中文翻译
"Your office is very small," he says as he sits down facing my desk.
查看中文翻译
"Rebranding? In what way?"
查看中文翻译
"Of course, Mr. Grey. Ana," Roach mutters, shutting the door to my office as he departs. I recover my power of speech.
查看中文翻译
"Ms. Steele, may I sit down?"
查看中文翻译
"It suits me."
查看中文翻译
"It's your company." I wave at the chair Hannah vacated.
查看中文翻译
"Thank you, Hannah," I mutter, embarrassed that I have just shouted so loudly.
查看中文翻译
"Do you need anything else, Mr. Grey?" she asks, all breathless. I want to roll my eyes at her.
查看中文翻译
There's a knock on the door. "Come in!" I shout, too loudly.
查看中文翻译
"Looked like you were gossiping with your assistant to me."
查看中文翻译
"Christian, I'm working."
查看中文翻译
He shifts and crosses his legs. "Not exactly fight. No."
查看中文翻译
My cheeks heat. "We were going through our schedules," I snap. "And you haven't answered my question."
查看中文翻译
"No, thank you. That's all." He smiles his dazzling, panty-dropping smile at her. She flushes and exits simpering. Christian turns his attention back to me.
查看中文翻译
Hannah opens the door and brings in a small tray. Milk jug, sugar bowl, coffee in a French press -- she's gone all out. She places the tray on my desk.
查看中文翻译
"Now, Ms. Steele, where were we?"
查看中文翻译
Christian blinks once -- surprised, I think, by the vehemence in my voice. Deftly, he picks at an invisible piece of lint on his knee with long skilled fingers. It's distracting. He's doing it on purpose. I narrow my eyes at him.
查看中文翻译
"You were rudely interrupting my work day to fight with me about my name."
查看中文翻译
"Christian, do we have to discuss this now?"
查看中文翻译
"I like to make the odd impromptu visit. It keeps management on their toes, wives in their place. You know." He shrugs, his mouth set in an arrogant line.
查看中文翻译
Wives in their place! "I had no idea you could spare the time," I snap.
查看中文翻译
"I'm here. I don't see why not."
查看中文翻译
"I have a ton of work to do, having been away for the last three weeks."
查看中文翻译
"Are you ashamed of me?" he asks, his voice deceptively soft.
查看中文翻译
His eyes frost. "Why don't you want to change your name here?" he asks, his voice deathly quiet.
查看中文翻译
"No! Christian, of course not." I scowl. "This is about me -- not you." Jeez, he's exasperating sometimes. Silly overbearing megalomaniac.
查看中文翻译
His eyes are cool and assessing -- distant even. I marvel that he can appear so cold after last night, after the last three weeks. Shit. He must be mad -- really mad. When will he learn not to overreact?
查看中文翻译
"How is this not about me?" He cocks his head to one side, genuinely perplexed, some of his detachment slipping as he stares at me with wide eyes, and I realize that he's hurt. Holy fuck. I've hurt his feelings. Oh no… he's the last person I want to hurt. I have to make him see my logic. I have to explain my reasoning for my decision.
查看中文翻译
"Christian, when I took this job, I'd only just met you," I say patiently, struggling to find the right words. "I didn't know you were going to buy the company --"
查看中文翻译
"I want everyone to know that you're mine."
查看中文翻译
"Why is it so important to you?" I ask, desperately trying to hold on to my fraying temper. I look up at his impassive stare, his eyes luminous, giving nothing away, his earlier hurt now hidden. But even as I ask the question, deep down I know the answer before he says it.
查看中文翻译
What can I say about that event in our brief history? His deranged reasons for doing so -- his control freakery, his stalker tendencies gone mad, given completely free rein because he is so wealthy. I know he wants to keep me safe, but it's his ownership of SIP that is the fundamental problem here. If he'd never interfered, I could continue as normal and not have to face the disgruntled and whispered recriminations of my colleagues. I put my head in my hands just to break eye contact with him.
查看中文翻译
"I am yours -- look." I hold up my left hand, showing my wedding and engagement rings.
查看中文翻译
"That's not what I mean," he snaps and runs a hand through his overlong hair so that it flops onto his forehead.
查看中文翻译
"Not enough that I married you?" My voice is barely a whisper.
查看中文翻译
He blinks, registering the horror on my face. Where can I go from here? What else can I do?
查看中文翻译
"It's not enough."
查看中文翻译
"What do you mean?"
查看中文翻译
He swallows. "I want your world to begin and end with me," he says, his expression raw. His comment completely derails me. It's like he's punched me hard in the stomach, winding and wounding me. And the vision comes to mind of a small, frightened, copper-haired, gray-eyed boy in dirty, mismatched, ill-fitting clothes.
查看中文翻译
"It does," I say without guile, because it's the truth. "I'm just trying to establish a career, and I don't want to trade on your name. I have to do something, Christian. I can't stay imprisoned at Escala or the new house with nothing to do. I'll go crazy. I'll suffocate. I've always worked, and I enjoy this. This is my dream job; it's all I've ever wanted. But doing this doesn't mean I love you less. You are the world to me." My throat swells and tears prick the backs of my eyes. I must not cry, not here. I repeat it over and over in my head. I must not cry. I must not cry.
查看中文翻译
"Look, we were talking about my name. I want to keep my name here because I want to put some distance between you and me… but only here, that's all. You know everyone thinks I got the job because of you, when the reality is --" I stop when his eyes widen. Oh no… it is because of him?
查看中文翻译
"No… yes… no." This is such an exasperating conversation -- not one that I want to have now, here. I close my eyes and rub my forehead, trying to fathom how we got to this.
查看中文翻译
He stares at me, saying nothing. Then a frown crosses his face as if he's considering what I've said.
查看中文翻译
"I suffocate you?" His voice is bleak, and it's an echo of a question he's asked me before.
查看中文翻译
"Do you want to know why you got the job, Anastasia?"
查看中文翻译
Anastasia? Shit. "What? What do you mean?"
查看中文翻译
"The management here gave you Hyde's job to babysit. They didn't want the expense of hiring a senior executive when the company was mid-sale. They had no idea what the new owner would do with it once it passed into his ownership, and wisely, they didn't want an expensive redundancy. So they gave you Hyde's job to caretake until the new owner"-- he pauses, and his lips twitch in an ironic smile --"namely me, took over."
查看中文翻译
He shifts in his chair as if steeling himself. Do I want to know?
查看中文翻译
He smiles and shakes his head at my alarm. "Relax. You've more than risen to the challenge. You've done very well." There's the tiniest hint of pride in his voice, and it's almost my undoing.
查看中文翻译
Holy crap! "What are you saying?" So it was because of him. Fuck! I'm horrified.
查看中文翻译
Oh, where is he going with this? Christian looks up suddenly, as if he's had a eureka moment. "So one of the reasons I'm here -- apart from dealing with my errant wife," he says, narrowing his eyes, "is to discuss what I am going to do with this company."
查看中文翻译
"Oh," I murmur incoherently, reeling from this news. I sit right back in my chair, open-mouthed, staring at him. He shifts again.
查看中文翻译
"I don't want to suffocate you, Ana. I don't want to put you in a gilded cage. Well…" He pauses, his face darkening. "Well, the rational part of me doesn't." He strokes his chin thoughtfully as his mind concocts some plan.
查看中文翻译
"So what are your plans?" I incline my head to one side, mirroring him, and I can't help my sarcastic tone. His lips twitch with the hint of a smile. Whoa -- change of mood, again! How can I ever keep up with Mr. Mercurial?
查看中文翻译
Errant wife! I am not errant, and I'm not an asset! I scowl at Christian again and the threat of tears subsides.
查看中文翻译
"So, do I need to change the name to Steele Publishing?"
查看中文翻译
"And in a year's time, it will be yours."
查看中文翻译
My mouth drops open once more -- wider this time.
查看中文翻译
I shut my mouth then open it, trying to articulate something -- but there's nothing there. My mind is blank.
查看中文翻译
He tilts his head to one side and gives me a censorious frown. "I ran my own business from the age of twenty-one."
查看中文翻译
"Christian," I whisper when my brain finally reconnects with my mouth. "You gave me a watch… I can't run a business."
查看中文翻译
"I'm changing the name of the company -- to Grey Publishing."
查看中文翻译
Holy shit.
查看中文翻译
He's serious. Holy fuck.
查看中文翻译
"This is my wedding present to you."
查看中文翻译
"But you're… you. Control freak and whiz-kid extraordinaire. Jeez, Christian, you majored in economics at Harvard before you dropped out. At least you have some idea. I sold paint and cable ties for three years on a part-time basis, for heaven's sake. I've seen so little of the world, and I know next to nothing!" My voice rises, growing louder and higher, as I complete my tirade.
查看中文翻译
"You're also the most well-read person I know," he counters earnestly. "You love a good book. You couldn't leave your job while we were on our honeymoon. You read how many manuscripts? Four?"
查看中文翻译
"Do you think I give a fuck what people think? Besides, you won't be on your own."
查看中文翻译
"You'll be a laughingstock. Buying a company for the little woman, who has only had a full-time job for a few months of her adult life."
查看中文翻译
"Yes. You."
查看中文翻译
"And you wrote full reports on all of them. You're a very bright woman, Anastasia. I'm sure you'll manage."
查看中文翻译
His eyes widen further, shocked but also amused. "Laughing at your husband? That will never do. And you're biting your lip." His eyes darken… in that way. Oh no -- I know that look. Sultry, seductive, salacious… No, no, no! Not here.
查看中文翻译
And I snort because it's the only expression I can manage. He narrows his eyes.
查看中文翻译
"Crazy for you," he whispers.
查看中文翻译
I gape at him. He really has lost his marbles this time. "Christian, I…" I put my head in my hands -- my emotions have been through a wringer. Is he crazy? And from somewhere dark and deep inside I have the sudden, inappropriate need to laugh. When I look up at him again, his eyes widen.
查看中文翻译
"Something amusing you, Ms. Steele?"
查看中文翻译
"Are you crazy?"
查看中文翻译
"Five," I whisper.
查看中文翻译
"I know that look. We're at work."
查看中文翻译
"You're my wife."
查看中文翻译
"Don't even think about it," I warn, alarm clear in my voice.
查看中文翻译
"Not with your husband."
查看中文翻译
"With my boss's boss's boss," I hiss.
查看中文翻译
"Gross moral turpitude." I enunciate each word carefully.
查看中文翻译
"We're in a small, reasonably sound-proofed office with a lockable door," he whispers.
查看中文翻译
He blinks and narrows his eyes once more. Then, unexpectedly, he laughs.
查看中文翻译
"Seven shades of Sunday?" He arches an eyebrow, intrigued. "I may hold you to that, Ms. Steele."
查看中文翻译
"Christian, no. I mean it. You can fuck me seven shades of Sunday this evening. But not now. Not here!"
查看中文翻译
His mouth pops open as he inhales sharply. And then he grins, a radiant, all-teeth-showing, joyous grin. Wow…
查看中文翻译
"Think about what, Anastasia?"
查看中文翻译
"Good." He claps his hands, and all of a sudden he stands.
查看中文翻译
He leans forward, his eyes glued to mine, molten gray and hungry. Holy shit! I swallow instinctively.
查看中文翻译
"Oh, stop with the Ms. Steele!" I snap and thump the desk, startling us both. "For heaven's sake, Christian. If it means so much to you, I'll change my name!"
查看中文翻译
He leans over my desk. What now? I am caught in his hypnotic gaze.
查看中文翻译
"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 leaves.
查看中文翻译
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 have 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.
查看中文翻译
"I intend to. I'll see you this evening. I'm looking forward to seven shades of Sunday."
查看中文翻译
"But what, Mrs. Grey?"
查看中文翻译
"I'll have 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."
查看中文翻译
I gape at him. Will you just go?
查看中文翻译
"Mission accomplished. Now, I have work to do. If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Grey."
查看中文翻译
What now?
查看中文翻译
"Oh, and I have a stack of business-related social engagements coming up, and I'd like you to accompany me."
查看中文翻译
Gah -- this man is so maddening! "But --"
查看中文翻译
I sag. "Just go."
查看中文翻译
"Okay," I mumble, completely bemused, bewildered, and shell-shocked.
查看中文翻译
I scowl.
查看中文翻译
As ever, you make my day.
查看中文翻译
I nod.
查看中文翻译
Date: August 22 2011 14:34
查看中文翻译
Next time you come and see me, make an appointment, so I can at least have some prior warning of your adolescent overbearing megalomania.
查看中文翻译
I nod.
查看中文翻译
And no, you are not an asset, you are my beloved wife.
查看中文翻译
Yours, Anastasia Grey <-- please note name.
查看中文翻译
From: Anastasia Steele
查看中文翻译
Editor, SIP
查看中文翻译
Mr. Grey
查看中文翻译
He's trying to be funny, but I am in no mood to laugh. I take a deep breath and go back to my correspondence.
查看中文翻译
Subject: Not an asset!
查看中文翻译
"You okay?" she asks.
查看中文翻译
My Dear Mrs. Grey (emphasis on My)
查看中文翻译
To: Anastasia Steele
查看中文翻译
Christian Grey
查看中文翻译
From: Christian Grey
查看中文翻译
"Coming right up, Ana."
查看中文翻译
Date: August 22 2011 14:23
查看中文翻译
I stare blankly at my computer screen, still in shock. How can I make him understand? E-mail!
查看中文翻译
CEO & Overbearing Megalomaniac, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
查看中文翻译
Subject: Seven Shades of Sunday
查看中文翻译
====================
查看中文翻译
I just stare at her. She frowns.
查看中文翻译
"Twinings English Breakfast, weak and black?"
查看中文翻译
====================
查看中文翻译
To: Christian Grey
查看中文翻译
What can I say in my defense? I was in the neighborhood.
查看中文翻译
"I know you don't like me doing this -- but can I make you some tea?"
查看中文翻译
"Hi," he responds, warily -- as he should.
查看中文翻译
"Next time you go to see him, I'll give you a list of topics I want covered," I hiss.
查看中文翻译
I glare steadily at the backs of Ryan's and Sawyer's heads in front of me. Christian shifts beside me.
查看中文翻译
"You seem out of sorts, Mrs. Grey."
查看中文翻译
A ghost of a smile crosses his face. "Only Flynn's."
查看中文翻译
"Yes," I hiss. Folding my arms protectively across my body, I gaze out my window. He shifts beside me once more, but I will not let myself look at him. I don't understand why I'm so mad at him -- but I am. Really fucking mad.
查看中文翻译
"Disrupt anyone else's work today?" I ask too sweetly.
查看中文翻译
"Hi," I murmur.
查看中文翻译
"You're mad at me?" he whispers.
查看中文翻译
"Hey," he says softly and reaches for my hand. All afternoon, when I should have been concentrating on work, I was trying to figure out what to say to him. But I became angrier and angrier with each passing hour. I've had enough of his cavalier, petulant, and, frankly, childish behavior. I snatch my hand out of his -- in a cavalier, petulant, and childish manner.
查看中文翻译
Christian is quiet when I climb into the car that evening.
查看中文翻译
Oh.
查看中文翻译
"Apologies, ma'am," he mutters.
查看中文翻译
"What?" I snap when I'm alongside him. His cheeks redden.
查看中文翻译
"Are you laughing at me?" I narrow my eyes.
查看中文翻译
"I wouldn't dare," he says, holding his hands up like I'm threatening him at gunpoint. He's in his navy suit, looking crisp and clean with floppy sex hair and a guileless expression.
查看中文翻译
"Yes." I tap the code for our apartment into the keypad.
查看中文翻译
"Do I?" he says while brushing his hair off his forehead. He follows me in.
查看中文翻译
As soon as we pull up outside Escala, I break protocol and leap out of the car with my briefcase. I stomp into the building, not checking to see who is following. Ryan scuttles into the foyer behind me and dashes to the elevator to press the "call" button.
查看中文翻译
"You need a haircut," I mutter. Turning away from him, I step into the elevator.
查看中文翻译
"So it's not just me you're mad at?" Christian murmurs dryly. I glare up at him and see a trace of a smile on his face.
查看中文翻译
Christian comes and stands beside me to wait for the elevator, and Ryan retreats.
查看中文翻译
"So you're talking to me now?"
查看中文翻译
He takes an alarmed step back. "You really are mad. I thought we had sorted all this in your office," he murmurs, perplexed.
查看中文翻译
I turn and gape at him.
查看中文翻译
"Do you want a drink?" I ask super sweetly.
查看中文翻译
"Hi, Mrs. Jones," I mutter. I head straight to the fridge and pull out a bottle of white wine. Christian follows me into the kitchen and watches me like a hawk as I take a glass down from the cupboard. He removes his jacket and casually places it on the countertop.
查看中文翻译
"Hi, Taylor," I mutter.
查看中文翻译
"Christian, I just capitulated to your petulant demands. That's all."
查看中文翻译
"Good evening, Mrs. Grey."
查看中文翻译
Dropping my briefcase in the hallway, I head into the great room. Mrs. Jones is at the stove.
查看中文翻译
"What exactly are you mad about? I need an indication," he asks cautiously.
查看中文翻译
"Just."
查看中文翻译
The elevator doors open and I storm out. Taylor is standing in the hallway. He takes a step back and quickly shuts his mouth as I steam past him.
查看中文翻译
"Mrs. Grey," he murmurs.
查看中文翻译
"Do you really have no idea? Surely, for someone so bright, you must have an inkling? I can't believe you're that obtuse."
查看中文翻译
"Stop this," Christian whispers. He takes the two steps between us so he's standing in front of me. Gently he tucks my hair behind my ear and caresses my earlobe with his fingertips, sending a shiver through me. Is this what I've missed all day? His touch? I shake my head, causing him to release my ear and gaze up at him.
查看中文翻译
"No thanks," he says, not taking his eyes off me, and I know that he's helpless. He does not know what to do with me. It's comical on one level and tragic on another. Well, screw him! I am having trouble locating my compassionate self since our meeting this afternoon. Slowly, he removes his tie and then opens the top button of his shirt. I pour myself a large glass of sauvignon blanc, and Christian runs a hand through his hair. When I turn around, Mrs. Jones has disappeared. Shit! She's my human shield. I take a slug of wine. Hmm. It tastes good.
查看中文翻译
"Talk to me," he murmurs.
查看中文翻译
I take another swig of wine.
查看中文翻译
"What's the point? You don't listen to me."
查看中文翻译
"Yes I do. You're one of the few people I do listen to."
查看中文翻译
"Yes and no. It's about how you dealt with the fact that I disagreed with you." I glare up at him, expecting him to be angered.
查看中文翻译
"But I'm not a child, and I'm not an asset."
查看中文翻译
"Is this about your name?"
查看中文翻译
"I know." He sighs.
查看中文翻译
His brow furrows. "Ana, you know I have… issues. It's hard for me to let go where you're concerned. You know that."
查看中文翻译
He brushes the backs of his fingers down my cheek and runs the tip of his thumb across my bottom lip.
查看中文翻译
"Then stop treating me as though I am," I whisper, imploring him.
查看中文翻译
"Don't be mad. You're so precious to me. Like a priceless asset, like a child," he whispers, a somber reverent expression on his face. His words distract me. Like a child. Precious like a child… a child would be precious to him!
查看中文翻译
"I'm neither of those things, Christian. I'm your wife. If you were hurt that I wasn't going to take your name, you should have said."
查看中文翻译
"Hurt?" He frowns deeply, and I know that he's exploring the possibility in his mind. He straightens suddenly, still frowning, and glances quickly at his wristwatch. "The architect will be here in just under an hour. We should eat."
查看中文翻译
"It was relatively cheap." His tone is guarded.
查看中文翻译
"You think I'd find a buyer in today's market?"
查看中文翻译
He smirks. "We'll survive. But I won't let it fold, Anastasia. Not while you're there."
查看中文翻译
Christian snorts. "Sell it?"
查看中文翻译
"Yes."
查看中文翻译
"I've never promised to play fair where you're concerned. Besides," he adds, "you've wielded your vows at me like a weapon before."
查看中文翻译
"This discussion isn't finished," I mutter.
查看中文翻译
Oh no. I groan inwardly. He hasn't answered me, and now I have to deal with Gia Matteo. My shitty day just got shittier. I scowl at Christian.
查看中文翻译
"I don't know. Something else."
查看中文翻译
"You've already said this is your dream job. And forgive me if I'm wrong, but I promised before God, Reverend Walsh, and a congregation of our nearest and dearest to 'cherish you, uphold your hopes and dreams, and keep you safe at my side.'"
查看中文翻译
"How much did it cost you?"
查看中文翻译
"And if I leave?"
查看中文翻译
"What else is there to discuss?"
查看中文翻译
"So if it folds?"
查看中文翻译
"You could sell the company."
查看中文翻译
"And do what?"
查看中文翻译
"Quoting your wedding vows to me is not playing fair."
查看中文翻译
What? Bed? How?
查看中文翻译
"Gia will be with us shortly," I mutter. Christian's mouth twists in an unhappy scowl, but he says nothing.
查看中文翻译
"No." I gaze down at my barely touched plate of fettuccini to avoid Christian's darkening expression. Before he can say anything, I stand and clear our plates from the dining table.
查看中文翻译
"We'd like to eat now, please."
查看中文翻译
He smiles indulgently down at my expression. Is he expecting me to tie him up? Holy crap!
查看中文翻译
"Seven shades of Sunday," he whispers. "Looking forward to it."
查看中文翻译
"Mr. Grey?"
查看中文翻译
"Gail!" he shouts abruptly, and four seconds later, Mrs. Jones appears. Where was she? Taylor's office? Listening? Oh no.
查看中文翻译
Whoa!
查看中文翻译
"Anastasia, if you're still angry with me, take it out on me in bed later." His voice is suddenly low and full of sensual longing, his eyes heated.
查看中文翻译
"Very good, sir."
查看中文翻译
Christian doesn't take his eyes off me. He watches me vigilantly as if I'm some exotic creature about to bolt. I take a sip of my wine.
查看中文翻译
"I think I'll join you in a glass," he says, sighing, and runs a hand through his hair again.
查看中文翻译
"You're not going to finish?"
查看中文翻译
I scowl. This is true.
查看中文翻译
"Thank you."
查看中文翻译
"I'll take those, Mrs. Grey," says Mrs. Jones as I walk into the kitchen.
查看中文翻译
"You didn't like it?" she asks, concerned.
查看中文翻译
"I'm going to make a couple of calls," Christian announces, giving me an assessing look before he disappears into his study.
查看中文翻译
"It was fine. I'm just not hungry."
查看中文翻译
I let out a sigh of relief and head to our bedroom. Dinner was awkward. I'm still mad at Christian, and he doesn't seem to think he's done anything wrong. Has he? My subconscious cocks an eyebrow at me and gazes benignly over her half-moon glasses. Yes, he has. He's made it even more awkward for me at work. He didn't wait to discuss this issue with me when we were in the relative privacy of our own home. How would he feel if I came barging into his office, laying down the law? And to cap it all, he wants to give me SIP! How the hell could I run a company? I know next to nothing about business.
查看中文翻译
Giving me a small sympathetic smile, she turns to clear my plate and put everything in the dishwasher.
查看中文翻译
I gaze out at the Seattle skyline bathed in the pearly pink light of dusk. And as usual, he wants to solve our differences in the bedroom… um… foyer… playroom… TV room… kitchen countertop… Stop! It always comes back to sex with him. Sex is his coping mechanism.
查看中文翻译
I squint at myself in the mirror. I look pale, and now I have that woman to deal with.
查看中文翻译
I wander into the bathroom and scowl at my reflection in the mirror. Coming back to the real world is hard. We managed to skate over all our differences while we were in our bubble because we were so wrapped up in each other. But now? Briefly I am dragged back to my wedding, remembering my concerns that day -- marry in haste… No, I mustn't think like this. I knew he was Fifty Shades when I married him. I just have to hang in there and try to talk this through with him.
查看中文翻译
I'm wearing my gray pencil skirt and a sleeveless blouse. Right! My inner goddess gets out her harlot-red nail polish. I undo two buttons, exposing a little cleavage. I wash my face, then carefully redo my makeup, applying more mascara than usual and putting extra gloss on my lips. Bending down, I brush my hair vigorously from root to tip. When I stand, my hair is a chestnut haze around me that tumbles to my breasts. I tuck it artfully behind my ears and go in search of my pumps, rather than my flats.
查看中文翻译
"Well, stop being such an arse."
查看中文翻译
"I hate fighting with you," he whispers.
查看中文翻译
When I reemerge into the great room, Christian has the house plans spread out on the dining table. He has music playing through the sound system. It stops me in my tracks.
查看中文翻译
"Dance with me?" he murmurs.
查看中文翻译
"It's very calming, relaxing," he says and raises an eyebrow. "Have you done something to your hair?"
查看中文翻译
"Oh. I've not heard it before."
查看中文翻译
"Fauré's Requiem. You look different," he says, distracted.
查看中文翻译
"Mrs. Grey," he says warmly, then looks quizzically at me.
查看中文翻译
Oh… I've missed him. I wrap my arms around him and fight the urge to cry. Why are you so infuriating?
查看中文翻译
"What's this?" I ask. The music is stunning.
查看中文翻译
"To this? It's a requiem." I squeak, shocked.
查看中文翻译
"Yes." He pulls me into his arms and holds me, burying his nose in my hair and swaying gently from side to side. He smells his heavenly self.
查看中文翻译
"Brushed it," I mutter. I'm transported by the haunting voices. Abandoning the plans on the table, he walks toward me, a slow saunter in time to the music.
查看中文翻译
He chuckles and the captivating sound reverberates through his chest. He tightens his hold on me. "Arse?"
查看中文翻译
"I prefer arse."
查看中文翻译
Taylor coughs discreetly at the entranceway, and Christian releases me.
查看中文翻译
"Ass."
查看中文翻译
"A requiem?" I murmur, a little shocked that we are dancing to it.
查看中文翻译
He laughs once more and kisses the top of my head.
查看中文翻译
"You should. It suits you."
查看中文翻译
He shrugs. "It's just a lovely piece of music, Ana."
查看中文翻译
"Miss Matteo is here," he says.
查看中文翻译
Oh joy!
查看中文翻译
"Show her in," Christian says. He reaches over and clasps my hand as Miss Gia Matteo enters the room.
查看中文翻译