Chapter 107 (1/2)

“He says there’s a journalist from Forbes who wants to talk to you about it.”

How the hell do they know?

“Tell Sam to deal with it,” I snap. That’s what he’s paid to do.

“Do you want to speak to him directly?” she asks.

“No.”

“Will do. I also need to RSVP to the event on Saturday.”

“Which event?”

“Chamber of Commerce Gala.”

“That’s next Saturday?” I ask, as an idea pops into my head.

“Yes, sir.”

“Hold on—” I turn to Ana, who’s jiggling her left foot but not taking her sky-blue eyes off me. “When will you be back from Georgia?”

“Friday,” she says.

“I’ll need an extra ticket, because I have a date,” I inform Andrea.

“A date?” Andrea squeaks with incredulity.

I sigh. “Yes, Andrea, that’s what I said. A date. Miss Anastasia Steele will accompany me.”

“Yes, Mr. Grey.” She sounds as if I’ve made her day.

For fuck’s sake. What is it with my staff?

“That’s all.” I hang up. “Good morning, Miss Steele.”

“Mr. Grey,” Ana says in greeting. I walk around my desk until I’m in front of her, and caress her face.

“I didn’t want to wake you, you looked so peaceful. Did you sleep well?”

“I am very well rested, thank you. I just came to say hi before I had a shower.” She’s smiling and her eyes are shining with delight. It’s a pleasure to see her like this. Before I get back to work I lean down to give her a gentle kiss. Suddenly she wraps her arms around my neck and tangles her fingers in my hair, and presses her body along the length of mine.

Whoa.

Her lips are persistent, so I respond, kissing her back, surprised by the intensity of her ardor. With one hand I cup her head, with the other her naked, recently spanked ass, and my body ignites like dry tinder.

“Well, sleep seems to agree with you.” My voice is laced with sudden lust. “I suggest you go and have your shower, or shall I lay you across my desk now?”

“I choose the desk,” she whispers at the corner of my mouth, grinding her sex against my erection.

Well, this is a surprise.

Her eyes are dark and greedy with want. “You’ve really got a taste for this, haven’t you, Miss Steele? You’re becoming insatiable.”

“I’ve only got a taste for you.”