fifty-shades-of-grey

“Not having… sex.” There – I said the word. I blush – of course.“No,” he shakes his head and frowns as if recalling something uncomfortable. “Sleepingwith someone.” He picks up his newspaper and continues to read.What in heaven’s name does that mean? He’s never slept with anyone? He’s a virgin?Somehow I doubt that. I stand staring at him in disbelief. He is the most mystifyingperson I’ve ever met. And it dawns on me that I have slept with Christian Grey, and I kickmyself – what would I have given to be conscious to watch him sleep. See him vulnerable.Somehow, I find that hard to imagine. Well, allegedly all will be revealed tonight.In his bedroom, I hunt through a chest of drawers and find the hair dryer. Using myfingers, I dry my hair the best I can. When I’ve finished, I head into the bathroom. I wantto clean my teeth. I eye Christian’s toothbrush. It would be like having him in my mouth.Hmm… Glancing guiltily over my shoulder at the door, I feel the bristles on the toothbrush.They are damp. He must have used it already. Grabbing it quickly, I squirt toothpaste onit and brush my teeth in double quick time. I feel so naughty. It’s such a thrill.Grabbing my t-shirt, bra, and panties from yesterday, I put them in the shopping bagthat Taylor brought and head back to the living area to hunt for my bag and jacket. Deepjoy, there is a hair tie in my bag. Christian is watching me as I tie my hair into a ponytail,his expression unreadable. I feel his eyes follow me as I sit down and wait for him to finish.He’s on his BlackBerry talking to someone.“They want two?… How much will that cost?... Okay, and what safety measures do wehave in place?… And they’ll go via Suez?… How safe is Ben Sudan?... And when do theyarrive in Darfur?... Okay, let’s do it. Keep me abreast of progress.” He hangs up.“Ready to go?”I nod. I wonder what his conversation was about. He slips on a navy pinstriped jacket,picks up his car keys, and heads for the door.“After you, Miss Steele,” he murmurs, opening the door for me. He looks so casuallyelegant.I pause, fractionally too long, drinking in the sight of him. And to think I slept withhim last night and, after all the tequila and the throwing up, he’s still here. What’s more, hewants to take me to Seattle. Why me? I don’t understand it. I head out the door recallinghis words – There’s something about you – Well the feeling is entirely mutual Mr. Grey,and I aim to find out what it is.We walk in silence down the corridor toward the elevator. As we wait, I peek up athim through my lashes, and he looks out of the corner of his eyes down at me. I smile, andhis lips twitch.The elevator arrives, and we step in. We’re alone. Suddenly, for some inexplicablereason, possibly our proximity in such an enclosed space, the atmosphere between uschanges, charging with an electric, exhilarating anticipation. My breathing alters as myheart races. His head turns fractionally toward me, his eyes darkest slate. I bite my lip.“Oh, fuck the paperwork,” he growls. He lunges at me, pushing me against the wallof the elevator. Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in one of his in a vice-like gripabove my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his hips. Holy shit. His other handgrabs my ponytail and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine. It’sonly just not painful. I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an opening. He takes full