Book 1 - Page 83 (2/2)

”Sit, let's talk. Let's have some wine. Oh, you've had champagne.” She spies the bottle. ”Some good stuff too.”

I smile ineffectually, looking apprehensively at the couch. I approach it with caution.

Hmm... sitting.

”Are you okay?”

”I fell over and landed on my behind.”

She doesn't think to question my explanation, because I am one of the most un-coordinated people in Was.h.i.+ngton State. I never thought I'd see that as a blessing. I sit down gingerly, pleasantly surprised that I'm okay, and turn my attention to Kate, but my mind glazes over and I'm pulled back to the Heathman - ”Well, if you were mine you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week after the stunt you pulled yesterday.” He said it then, and all

I could concentrate on at the time was being his. All the warning signs were there, I was just too clueless and too enamored to notice.

Kate comes back into the living area with a bottle of red wine and washed teacups.

”Here we go.” She hands me a cup of wine. It won't taste as good as the Bolly.

”Ana, if he's a jerk with commitment issues, dump him. Though I don't really understand his commitment issues. He couldn't take his eyes off you in the marquee, watched you like a hawk. I'd say he was completely smitten, but maybe he has a funny way of showing it.”

SmittenChristianFunny way of showing it I'll say.

”Kate, it's complicated. How was your evening?” I ask.

I can't talk this through with Kate without revealing too much, but one question on her day and Kate is off. It's so rea.s.suring to sit and listen to her normal chatter. The hot news is that Ethan may be coming to live with us after their holiday. That will be fun - Ethan is a hoot. I frown. I don't think Christian will approve. Well... tough. He'll just have to suck it up. I have a couple of teacups of wine and decide to call it a night. It's been one very long day. Kate hugs me, and then grabs the phone to call Elliot.

I check the mean machine after I brush my teeth. There's an email from Christian.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: You

Date: May 26 2011 23:14

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Miss Steele

You are quite simply exquisite. The most beautiful, intelligent, witty and brave woman I have ever met. Take some Advil - this is not a request. And don't drive your Beetle again. I will know.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Oh, not drive my car again! I type out my reply.

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Flattery

Date: May 26 2011 23:20

To: Christian Grey

Dear Mr. Grey

Flattery will get you nowhere, but since you've been everywhere the point is moot.

I will need to drive my Beetle to a garage so I can sell it - so will not graciously accept any of your nonsense over that. Red wine is always more preferable to Advil.

Ana

PS: Caning is a HARD limit for me.

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