Grey
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“I don’t know what’s got into you lately.” She shakes her head, but I can tell she’s trying to mask her amusement with exasperation.
“It’s the Portland air.”
“Well, the sooner you’re back here, the better.”
“I’m heading back around lunchtime. In the meantime, ask Marco to investigate all the publishing houses in Seattle and see if any are ripe for a takeover.”
“You want to go into publishing?” Ros splutters. “It’s not a high-potential-growth sector.”
She’s probably right.
“Just investigate. That’s all.”
She sighs. “If you insist. Will you be in later this afternoon? We can have a proper catch-up.”
“Depends on the traffic.”
“I’ll pencil in a catch-up with Andrea.”
“Great. Bye for now.”
I close WebEx, then phone Andrea.
“Mr. Grey.”
“Call Dr. Baxter and have him come to my apartment on Sunday, around midday. If he’s not available, find a good gynecologist. Get the best.”
“Yes, sir,” she says. “Anything else?”
“Yes. What’s the name of the personal shopper I use at Neiman Marcus at the Bravern center?”
“Caroline Acton.”
“Text me her number.”
“Will do.”
“I’ll see you later this afternoon.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hang up.
So far it’s been one interesting morning. I can’t recall any exchange of e-mails being that fun, ever. I glance at the laptop, but there’s nothing new. Ana must be at work.
I run my hands through my hair.
Ros noticed how distracted I was during that conversation.
Shit, Grey. Get your act together.
I wolf down my breakfast, drink some cold coffee, and head into my bedroom to shower and change. Even when I’m washing my hair I can’t get that woman out of my head. Ana.
Amazing Ana.
The image of her bouncing up and down on top of me comes to mind; of her lying over my knee, ass pink; of her tethered to the bed, mouth open in ecstasy. Lord, that woman is hot. And this morning, waking up next to her, it wasn’t so bad, and I slept well…really well.
Shouty capitals. Her e-mails make me laugh. They’re entertaining. She’s funny. I never knew I liked that in a woman. I’ll need to think about what we’ll do on Sunday in my playroom…something fun, something new for her.
While shaving I have an idea, and as soon as I’m dressed I get back on my laptop to browse my favorite toy store. I need a riding crop—brown plaited leather. I smirk. I’m going to make Ana’s dreams come true.
Order placed, I turn to work e-mails, energized and productive, until Taylor interrupts me. “Good morning, Taylor.”
“Mr. Grey.” He nods, looking at me with a puzzled expression, and I realize I’m grinning because I’m thinking about her e-mails again.
Descriptive linguistics is a hard limit for me.
“I’ve had a good morning,” I find myself explaining.
“I’m pleased to hear it, sir. I have Miss Steele’s laundry from last week.”
“Pack it with my things.”
“Will do.”
“Thank you.” I watch him walk into my bedroom. Even Taylor is noticing the Anastasia Steele effect. My phone buzzes: it’s a text from Elliot.
You still in Portland?
Yes. But I’m leaving soon.
I’ll be there later. I’m gonna help the girls move.
Shame you can’t stay.
Our first DOUBLE DATE since Ana popped your cherry.
Fuck off. I’m picking up Mia.
I need deets bro. Kate tells me nothing.
Good. Fuck off. Again.
“Mr. Grey?” Taylor interrupts once more, my luggage in hand. “The courier has been dispatched with the BlackBerry.”
“Thanks.”
He nods, and as he leaves I type up another e-mail to Miss Steele.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: BlackBerry ON LOAN
Date: May 27 2011 11:15
To: Anastasia Steele
I need to be able to contact you at all times, and since this is your most honest form of communication, I figured you needed a BlackBerry.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
And maybe you’ll answer this phone when I call.
At 11:30 I have another conference call, with our director of finance, to discuss GEH’s charitable giving for the next quarter. That takes the best part of an hour, and when it’s over I finish a light lunch and read the rest of my Forbes magazine.
As I swallow the last forkful of salad, I realize I have no other reason to stay at the hotel. It’s time to go, yet I’m reluctant. And deep down I have to acknowledge it’s because I won’t see Ana until Sunday, unless she changes her mind.
Fuck. I hope not.
Pushing that unpleasant thought aside, I start packing my papers into my messenger bag, and when I reach for my laptop to put it away, I see there’s an e-mail from Ana.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Consumerism Gone Mad
Date: May 27 2011 13:22
To: Christian Grey
I think you need to call Dr. Flynn right now.
Your stalker tendencies are running wild.
I am at work. I will e-mail you when I get home.
Thank you for yet another gadget.
I wasn’t wrong when I said you were the ultimate consumer.
Why do you do this?
Ana
She’s scolding me! I respond immediately.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Sagacity from One So Young
Date: May 27 2011 13:24
To: Anastasia Steele
Fair point well made, as ever, Miss Steele.
Dr. Flynn is on vacation.
And I do this because I can.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
She doesn’t answer straightaway, so I pack my laptop. Grabbing my bag, I head down to reception and check out. While I’m waiting for my car, Andrea calls to tell me that she’s found an ob-gyn to come to Escala on Sunday.
“Her name is Dr. Greene, and she comes highly recommended by your M.D., sir.”
“Good.”
“She runs her practice out of Northwest.”
“Okay.” Where is Andrea going with this?
“It’s the Portland air.”
“Well, the sooner you’re back here, the better.”
“I’m heading back around lunchtime. In the meantime, ask Marco to investigate all the publishing houses in Seattle and see if any are ripe for a takeover.”
“You want to go into publishing?” Ros splutters. “It’s not a high-potential-growth sector.”
She’s probably right.
“Just investigate. That’s all.”
She sighs. “If you insist. Will you be in later this afternoon? We can have a proper catch-up.”
“Depends on the traffic.”
“I’ll pencil in a catch-up with Andrea.”
“Great. Bye for now.”
I close WebEx, then phone Andrea.
“Mr. Grey.”
“Call Dr. Baxter and have him come to my apartment on Sunday, around midday. If he’s not available, find a good gynecologist. Get the best.”
“Yes, sir,” she says. “Anything else?”
“Yes. What’s the name of the personal shopper I use at Neiman Marcus at the Bravern center?”
“Caroline Acton.”
“Text me her number.”
“Will do.”
“I’ll see you later this afternoon.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hang up.
So far it’s been one interesting morning. I can’t recall any exchange of e-mails being that fun, ever. I glance at the laptop, but there’s nothing new. Ana must be at work.
I run my hands through my hair.
Ros noticed how distracted I was during that conversation.
Shit, Grey. Get your act together.
I wolf down my breakfast, drink some cold coffee, and head into my bedroom to shower and change. Even when I’m washing my hair I can’t get that woman out of my head. Ana.
Amazing Ana.
The image of her bouncing up and down on top of me comes to mind; of her lying over my knee, ass pink; of her tethered to the bed, mouth open in ecstasy. Lord, that woman is hot. And this morning, waking up next to her, it wasn’t so bad, and I slept well…really well.
Shouty capitals. Her e-mails make me laugh. They’re entertaining. She’s funny. I never knew I liked that in a woman. I’ll need to think about what we’ll do on Sunday in my playroom…something fun, something new for her.
While shaving I have an idea, and as soon as I’m dressed I get back on my laptop to browse my favorite toy store. I need a riding crop—brown plaited leather. I smirk. I’m going to make Ana’s dreams come true.
Order placed, I turn to work e-mails, energized and productive, until Taylor interrupts me. “Good morning, Taylor.”
“Mr. Grey.” He nods, looking at me with a puzzled expression, and I realize I’m grinning because I’m thinking about her e-mails again.
Descriptive linguistics is a hard limit for me.
“I’ve had a good morning,” I find myself explaining.
“I’m pleased to hear it, sir. I have Miss Steele’s laundry from last week.”
“Pack it with my things.”
“Will do.”
“Thank you.” I watch him walk into my bedroom. Even Taylor is noticing the Anastasia Steele effect. My phone buzzes: it’s a text from Elliot.
You still in Portland?
Yes. But I’m leaving soon.
I’ll be there later. I’m gonna help the girls move.
Shame you can’t stay.
Our first DOUBLE DATE since Ana popped your cherry.
Fuck off. I’m picking up Mia.
I need deets bro. Kate tells me nothing.
Good. Fuck off. Again.
“Mr. Grey?” Taylor interrupts once more, my luggage in hand. “The courier has been dispatched with the BlackBerry.”
“Thanks.”
He nods, and as he leaves I type up another e-mail to Miss Steele.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: BlackBerry ON LOAN
Date: May 27 2011 11:15
To: Anastasia Steele
I need to be able to contact you at all times, and since this is your most honest form of communication, I figured you needed a BlackBerry.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
And maybe you’ll answer this phone when I call.
At 11:30 I have another conference call, with our director of finance, to discuss GEH’s charitable giving for the next quarter. That takes the best part of an hour, and when it’s over I finish a light lunch and read the rest of my Forbes magazine.
As I swallow the last forkful of salad, I realize I have no other reason to stay at the hotel. It’s time to go, yet I’m reluctant. And deep down I have to acknowledge it’s because I won’t see Ana until Sunday, unless she changes her mind.
Fuck. I hope not.
Pushing that unpleasant thought aside, I start packing my papers into my messenger bag, and when I reach for my laptop to put it away, I see there’s an e-mail from Ana.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Consumerism Gone Mad
Date: May 27 2011 13:22
To: Christian Grey
I think you need to call Dr. Flynn right now.
Your stalker tendencies are running wild.
I am at work. I will e-mail you when I get home.
Thank you for yet another gadget.
I wasn’t wrong when I said you were the ultimate consumer.
Why do you do this?
Ana
She’s scolding me! I respond immediately.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Sagacity from One So Young
Date: May 27 2011 13:24
To: Anastasia Steele
Fair point well made, as ever, Miss Steele.
Dr. Flynn is on vacation.
And I do this because I can.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
She doesn’t answer straightaway, so I pack my laptop. Grabbing my bag, I head down to reception and check out. While I’m waiting for my car, Andrea calls to tell me that she’s found an ob-gyn to come to Escala on Sunday.
“Her name is Dr. Greene, and she comes highly recommended by your M.D., sir.”
“Good.”
“She runs her practice out of Northwest.”
“Okay.” Where is Andrea going with this?
