Fifty Shades Trilogy 01 - Fifty Shades of Grey

baffling quote from some obscure part of the book.”
    “The bit where Angel Clare says fuck off?” Kate asks with a completely straight face.
    “Yes, that bit.” I giggle. I love Kate; she’s so loyal and supportive. I repack the books and leave them on the dining table. Kate hands me a glass of champagne.
    “To the end of exams and our new life in Seattle,” she grins.
    “To the end of exams, our new life in Seattle, and excellent results.” We clink glasses and drink.
    The bar is loud and hectic, full of soon-to-be graduates out to get trashed. José joins us. He won’t graduate for another year, but he’s in the mood to party and gets us into the spirit of our newfound freedom by buying a pitcher of margaritas for us all. As I down my fifth, I know this is not a good idea on top of the champagne.
    “So what now, Ana?” José shouts at me over the noise.
    “Kate and I are moving to Seattle. Kate’s parents have bought a condo there for her.”
    “Dios mio, how the other half live. But you’ll be back for my show?”
    “Of course, José, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I smile, and he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close.
    “It means a lot to me that you’ll be there, Ana,” he whispers in my ear. “Another margarita?”
    “José Luis Rodriguez – are you trying to get me drunk? Because I think it’s working.” I giggle. “I think I’d better have a beer. I’ll go get us a pitcher.”
    “More drink, Ana!” Kate bellows.
    Kate has the constitution of an ox. She’s got her arm draped over Levi, one of our fellow English students and her usual photographer on the student newspaper. He’s given up taking photos of the drunkenness that surrounds him. He only has eyes for Kate. She’s all tiny camisole, tight jeans, and high heels, hair piled high with tendrils hanging down softly around her face, her usual stunning self. Me, I’m more of a Converse and t-shirt kind of girl, but I’m wearing my most flattering jeans. I move out of José’s hold and get up from our table. Whoa. Head spin. I have to grab the back of the chair. Tequila-based cocktails are not a good idea.
    I make my way to the bar and decide that I should visit the powder room while I am on my feet. Good thinking, Ana. I stagger off through the crowd. Of course, there’s a line, but at least it’s quiet and cool in the corridor. I reach for my cell phone to relieve the boredom of waiting in line. Hmm… Who did I last call? Was it José? Before that a number I don’t recognize. Oh yes. Grey, I think this is his number. I giggle. I have no idea what the time is, maybe I’ll wake him. Perhaps he can tell me why he sent me those books and the cryptic message. If he wants me to stay away, he should leave me alone. I suppress a drunken grin and hit the automatic redial. He answers on the second ring.
    “Anastasia?” He’s surprised to hear from me. Well, frankly, I’m surprised to ring him. Then my befuddled brain registers… how does he know it’s me?
    “Why did you send me the books?” I slur at him.
    “Anastasia, are you okay? You sound strange.” His voice is filled with concern.
    “I’m not the strange one, you are,” I accuse. There - that told him, my courage fuelled by alcohol.
    “Anastasia, have you been drinking?”
    “What’s it to you?”
    “I’m – curious. Where are you?”
    “In a bar.”
    “Which bar?” He sounds exasperated.
    “A bar in Portland.”
    “How are you getting home?”
    “I’ll find a way.” This conversation is not going how I expected.
    “Which bar are you in?”
    “Why did you send me the books, Christian?”
    “Anastasia, where are you? Tell me now.” His tone is so, so dictatorial, his usual control freak. I imagine him as an old-time movie director wearing jodhpurs, holding an old-fashioned megaphone and a riding crop. The image makes me laugh out loud.
    “You’re so… domineering,” I giggle.
    “Ana, so help me, where the fuck are you?”
    Christian Grey is swearing at me. I giggle again. “I’m in Portland… ’s a long way from Seattle.”
    “Where in Portland?”
    “Goodnight, Christian.”
    “Ana!”
    I hang up. Ha! Though he didn’t tell me about the books. I frown. Mission not accomplished. I am really quite drunk - my head swims uncomfortably as I shuffle with the line. Well, the object of the exercise was to get drunk. I have succeeded. This is what it’s like – probably not an experience to be repeated. The line