fifty-shades-of-grey

“Mia arrives from Paris very early Saturday morning. I’m heading back to Seattletomorrow, but I hear Elliot is giving you two a hand.”“Yes, Kate is very excited about that.”Christian frowns.“Yes, Kate and Elliot, who would have thought?” he murmurs, and for some reason,he doesn’t look pleased.“So what are you doing about work in Seattle?”When are we going to talk about the limits? What’s his game?“I have a couple of interviews for intern places.”“You were going tell me this when?” He arches a brow.“Err… I’m telling you now.”He narrows his eyes.“Where?”For some reason, possibly because he might use his influence, I don’t want to tell him.“A couple of publishing houses.”“Is that what you want to do, something in publishing?”I nod warily.“Well?” He looks at me patiently wanting more information.“Well what?”“Don’t be obtuse, Anastasia, which publishing houses?” he scolds.“Just small ones,” I murmur.“Why don’t you want me to know?”“Undue influence.”He frowns.“Oh, now you’re being obtuse.”He laughs.“Obtuse? Me? God, you’re challenging. Drink up, let’s talk about these limits.” Hefishes out another copy of my email and the list. Does he wander about with these lists inhis pockets? I think there’s one in his jacket that I have. Shit, I’d better not forget that. Idrain my cup.He glances quickly at me.“More?”“Please.”He smiles that oh-so-smug-private smile of his, holds the champagne bottle up, andpauses.“Have you eaten anything?”Oh no… not this old chestnut.“Yes. I had a three course meal with Ray.” I roll my eyes at him. The champagne ismaking me bold.He leans forward and holds my chin, staring intently into my eyes.“Next time you roll your eyes at me, I will take you across my knee.”What?!“Oh,” I breathe, and I can see the excitement in his eyes.“Oh,” he responds, mirroring my tone. “So it begins, Anastasia.”