fifty-shades-of-grey

“I’ve applied for some internships. I’m waiting to hear.”“Have you applied to my company as I suggested?”I flush… of course not.“Um… no.”“And what’s wrong with my company?”“Your company or your Company?” I smirk.He smiles slightly.“Are you smirking at me, Miss Steele?” He cocks his head to one side, and I think helooks amused, but it’s hard to tell. I flush and glance down at my unfinished breakfast. Ican’t look him in the eye when he uses that tone of voice.“I’d like to bite that lip,” he whispers darkly.Oh my. I am completely unaware that I am chewing my bottom lip. My mouth popsopen as I gasp and swallow at the same time. That has to be the sexiest thing anybody hasever said to me. My heart beat spikes, and I think I’m panting. Jeez, I’m a quivering, moistmess, and he hasn’t even touched me. I squirm in my seat and meet his dark glare.“Why don’t you?” I challenge quietly.“Because I’m not going to touch you Anastasia - not until I have your written consentto do so.” His lips hint at a smile.What?“What does that mean?”“Exactly what I say.” He sighs and shakes his head at me, amused, but exasperated too.“I need to show you, Anastasia. What time do you finish work this evening?”“About eight.”“Well, we could go to Seattle this evening or next Saturday for dinner at my place, andI’ll acquaint you with the facts then. The choice is yours.”“Why can’t you tell me now?” I sound petulant.“Because I’m enjoying my breakfast and your company. Once you’re enlightened, youprobably won’t want to see me again.”Holy shit. What does that mean? Does he white-slave small children to some Godforsakenpart of the planet? Is he part of some underworld crime syndicate? It would explainwhy he’s so rich. Is he deeply religious? Is he impotent? Surely not, he could provethat to me right now. Oh my. I flush scarlet thinking about the possibilities. This is gettingme nowhere. I’d like to solve the riddle that is Christian Grey sooner rather than later. If itmeans that whatever secret he has is so gross that I don’t want to know him any more then,quite frankly, it will be a relief. Don’t lie to yourself – my subconscious yells at me– it’llhave to be pretty bloody bad to have you running for the hills.“Tonight.”He raises an eyebrow.“Like Eve, you’re so quick to eat from the tree of knowledge,” he smirks.“Are you smirking at me, Mr. Grey?” I ask sweetly. Pompous ass.He narrows his eyes at me and picks up his BlackBerry. He presses one number.“Taylor. I’m going to need Charlie Tango.”Charlie Tango! Who’s he?“From Portland at say twenty-thirty... No, standby at Escala… All night.”