fifty-shades-of-grey

“Darling, don’t feel you have to come back with me. I want you happy – and right nowI think the key to your happiness is upstairs in room 612. If you need to come home later,the key is under the Yucca plant on the front porch. If you stay – well… you’re a big girlnow. Just be safe.”I flush stars and stripes red. Jeez, Mom.“Let’s finish our Cosmos first.”“That’s my girl, Ana.” She grins.I knock timidly on room 612 and wait. Christian opens the door. He’s on his cell. Heblinks at me in complete surprise, then holds the door open wide and beckons me into hisroom.“All the redundancy packages concluded?... And the cost?... ” Christian whistles betweenhis teeth. “Sheesh… that was one expensive mistake… And Lucas? ... ”I glance around the room. He’s in a suite, like the one at the Heathman. The furnishingshere are ultra modern, very now. All muted dark purples and golds with bronzestarbursts on the walls. Christian walks over to dark wood unit and pulls open a door toreveal a mini-bar. He indicates that I should help myself, then wanders into the bedroom.I assume it’s so I can no longer hear his conversation. I shrug. He didn’t stop his call whenI entered his study that time. I hear water running… he’s filling a bath. I help myself to anorange juice. He ambles back into the room.“Have Andrea send me the schematics. Barney said he’d cracked the problem… ”Christian laughs. “No, Friday… There’s a plot of land here that I’m interested in… Yeah,get Bill to call… No, tomorrow… I want to see what Georgia will offer if we move in.”Christian doesn’t take his eyes off me. Handing me a glass, he points to an ice bucket.“If their incentives are attractive enough… I think we should consider it, though I’mnot sure about the damned heat here… I agree Detroit has its advantages too, and it’scooler… ” His face darkens momentarily. Why? “Get Bill to call. Tomorrow… Not tooearly.” He hangs up and stares at me, his face unreadable, and the silence stretches betweenus.Okay… my turn to talk.“You didn’t answer my question,” I murmur.“No. I didn’t,” he says quietly, his gray eyes wide and cautious.“No you didn’t answer my question or no you didn’t love her?”He folds his arms and leans against the wall, and a small smile plays upon his lips.“What are you doing here, Anastasia?”“I’ve just told you.”He takes a deep breath.“No. I didn’t love her.” He frowns at me, amused yet puzzled.I can’t believe I’m holding my breath. I sag like an old cloth sack as I release it. Well,thank heavens for that. How would I feel if he actually loved the witch?“You’re quite the green-eyed goddess, Anastasia. Who would have thought?”“Are you making fun of me, Mr. Grey?”