fifty-shades-of-grey

“It is, isn’t it?” he grins, glancing at me. And for a fleeting moment, he seems his age;young, carefree, and heart-stoppingly beautiful. Is this the key to him? Music? I sit andlisten to the angelic voices, teasing and seducing me.“Can I hear that again?”“Of course.” Christian pushes a button, and the music is caressing me once more. It’sa gentle, slow, sweet, and sure assault on my aural senses.“You like classical music?” I ask, hoping for a rare insight into his personal preferences.“My taste is eclectic, Anastasia, everything from Thomas Tallis to the Kings of Leon.It depends on my mood. You?”“Me too. Though I don’t know who Thomas Tallis is.”He turns and gazes at me briefly before his eyes are back on the road.“I’ll play it for you sometime. He’s a sixteenth century British composer. Tudor,church choral music.” Christian grins at me. “Sounds very esoteric, I know, but it’s alsomagical, Anastasia.”He presses a button, and the Kings of Leon start singing. Hmm… this I know. Sex onFire. How appropriate. The music is interrupted by the sound of a cell phone ringing overthe MP3 speakers. Christian hits a button on the steering wheel.“Grey,” he snaps. He’s so brusque.“Mr. Grey, it’s Welch here. I have the information you require.” A rasping, disembodiedvoice comes over the speakers.“Good. Email it to me. Anything to add?”“No sir.”He presses the button, then the call ceases and the music is back. No goodbye orthanks. I’m so glad that I never seriously entertained the thought of working for him. Ishudder at the very idea. He’s just too controlling and cold with his employees. The musiccuts off again for the phone.“Grey.”“The NDA has been emailed to you, Mr. Grey.” A woman’s voice.“Good. That’s all, Andrea.”“Good day, sir.”Christian hangs up by pressing a button on the steering wheel. The music is on verybriefly when the phone rings again. Holy hell, is this his life, constant nagging phone calls?“Grey,” he snaps.“Hi, Christian, d’you get laid?”“Hello, Elliot – I’m on speaker phone, and I’m not alone in the car,” Christian sighs.“Who’s with you?”Christian rolls his eyes.“Anastasia Steele.”“Hi, Ana!”Ana!“Hello, Elliot.”“Heard a lot about you,” Elliot murmurs huskily. Christian frowns.“Don’t believe a word Kate says.”