fifty-shades-of-grey

Dr. Greene is tall, blond, and immaculate, dressed in a royal blue suit. I’m reminded of thewomen who work in Christian’s office. She’s like an identikit model – another Stepfordblonde. Her long hair is swept up in an elegant chignon. She must be in her early forties.“Mr. Grey.” She shakes Christian’s outstretched hand.“Thank you for coming at such short notice,” Christian says.“Thank you for making it worth my while, Mr. Grey. Miss Steele.” She smiles, hereyes cool and assessing.We shake hands, and I know she’s one of those women who doesn’t tolerate foolsgladly. Like Kate. I like her immediately. She gives Christian a pointed stare, and after anawkward beat, he takes his cue.“I’ll be downstairs,” he mutters, and he leaves what will be my bedroom.“Well Miss Steele. Mr. Grey is paying me a small fortune to attend to you. What canI do for you?”After a thorough examination and lengthy discussion, Dr. Greene and I decide on the minipill. She writes me a pre-paid prescription and instructs me to pick them up tomorrow. Ilove her no-nonsense attitude – she has lectured me until she’s as blue as her dress abouttaking it at the same time every day. And I can tell she’s burning with curiosity about myso-called relationship with Mr. Grey. I don’t give her any details. Somehow I don’t think