fifty-shades-of-grey

“Has he emailed you?”Oh double crap.“Yeah.” My nonchalance is wearing thin, and I flush.“Perhaps he’s missing you, huh?”“I hope so, Mom.”“What does he say?”Oh triple crap. I frantically try to think of something acceptable from that email I cantell my mother. I’m sure she doesn’t want to hear about Doms and bondage and gagging,but then I can’t tell her because there’s the NDA.“He’s told me to enjoy myself, but not too much.”“Sounds reasonable. I’ll leave you to get ready, honey.” Leaning over, she kisses myforehead. “I’m so glad you’re here, Ana. It’s wonderful to see you.” And with that lovingstatement, she leaves.Hmm, Christian and reasonable… two concepts that I thought were mutually exclusive,but after his email, maybe all things are possible. I shake my head. I will need timeto digest his words. Probably after dinner – and I can reply to him then. I climb out of bedand quickly slip out of my t-shirt and shorts, and head to the shower.I have brought Kate’s gray halter-neck dress that I wore for my graduation. It’s theonly dressy item I have. One good thing about the heat is that the creases have droppedout, so I think it will do for the golf club. As I dress, I wake the laptop up. There is nothingnew from Christian, and I feel a stab of disappointment. Very quickly, I type him an email.From: Anastasia SteeleSubject: Verbose?Date: May 31 2011 19:08 ESTTo: Christian GreySir, you are quite the loquacious writer. I have to go to dinner at Bob’s golf club, and justso you know, I am rolling my eyes at the thought. But you and your twitchy palm are along way from me so my behind is safe, for now. I loved your email. Will respond when Ican. I miss you already.Enjoy your afternoon.Your AnaFrom: Christian GreySubject: Your behindDate: May 31 2011 16:10To: Anastasia SteeleDear Miss SteeleI am distracted by the title of this email. Needless to say it is safe – for now.Enjoy your dinner, and I miss you too, especially your behind and your smart mouth.My afternoon will be dull, brightened only by thoughts of you and your eye rolling. I thinkit was you who so judiciously pointed out to me that I too suffer from that nasty habit.