Fifty Shades Trilogy 01 - Fifty Shades of Grey

2011 18:52
    To: Anastasia Steele
    Fine.
My hotel at 7:00.
I’ll meet you in the Marble Bar.
    Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
    He’s even grumpy by e-mail. Doesn’t he understand that I may need to make a quick getaway? Not that my Beetle is quick… but still – I need a means of escape.

    From: Anastasia Steele
    Subject: Not So Intractable Men
    Date: May 24 2011 18:55
    To: Christian Grey
    Thank you.
Ana x

    From: Christian Grey
    Subject: Exasperating Women
    Date: May 24 2011 18:59
    To: Anastasia Steele
    You’re welcome.
    Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
    I call Ray, who is just about to watch the Sounders play some soccer team from Salt Lake City, so our conversation is mercifully brief. He’s driving down on Thursday for graduation. He wants to take me out afterward for a meal. My heart swells talking to Ray, and a huge lump knots in my throat. He has been my constant through all Mom’s romantic ups and downs. We have a special bond that I treasure. Even though he’s my stepdad, he’s always treated me as his own, and I can’t wait to see him. It’s been too long. His quiet fortitude is what I need now, what I miss. Maybe I can channel my inner Ray for my meeting tomorrow.
    Kate and I concentrate on packing, sharing a bottle of cheap red wine as we do. When I finally go to bed, having almost finished packing my room, I feel calmer. The physical activity of boxing everything up has been a welcome distraction, and I’m tired. I want a good night’s sleep. I snuggle into my bed and am soon asleep.
    Paul is back from Princeton before he sets off for New York to start an internship with a financing company. He follows me round the store all day asking me for a date. It’s annoying.
    “Paul, for the hundredth time, I have a date this evening.”
    “No, you don’t, you’re just saying that to avoid me. You’re always avoiding me.”
    Yes… you’d think you’d take the hint.
    “Paul, I never thought it was a good idea to date the boss’s brother.”
    “You’re finishing here on Friday. You’re not working tomorrow.”
    “And I’ll be in Seattle as of Saturday and you’ll be in New York soon. We couldn’t get much further apart if we tried. Besides, I do have a date this evening.”
    “With José?”
    “No.”
    “Who then?”
    “Paul… oh.” My sigh is exasperated. He’s not going to let this go. “Christian Grey.” I cannot help the annoyance in my voice. But it does the trick. Paul’s mouth falls open, and he gapes at me, struck dumb. Humph – even his name renders people speechless.
    “You have a date with Christian Grey?” he says finally, once he’s over the shock. Disbelief is evident in his voice.
    “Yes.”
    “I see.” Paul looks positively crestfallen, stunned even, and a very small part of me resents that he should find this a surprise. My inner goddess does, too. She makes a very vulgar and unattractive gesture at him with her fingers.
    After that, he ignores me, and at five I am out of the door, pronto.
    Kate has lent me two dresses and two pairs of shoes for tonight and for graduation tomorrow. I wish I could feel more enthused about clothes and make an extra effort, but clothes are just not my thing. What is your thing, Anastasia? Christian’s softly spoken question haunts me. Shaking my head and endeavoring to quell my nerves, I decide on the plum-colored sheath dress for this evening. It’s demure and vaguely businesslike – after all, I am negotiating a contract.
    I shower, shave my legs and underarms, wash my hair, and then spend a good half hour drying it so that it falls in soft waves to my breasts and down my back. I slip a comb in to keep one side off my face and apply mascara and some lip gloss. I rarely wear makeup – it intimidates me. None of my literary heroines had to deal with makeup – maybe I’d know more about it if they had. I slip on the plum-colored stilettos that match the dress, and I’m ready by six thirty.
    “Well?” I ask Kate.
    She grins.
    “Boy, you scrub up well, Ana.” She nods with approval. “You look hot.”
    “Hot! I’m aiming for demure and businesslike.”
    “That too, but most of all, hot. The dress really suits you and your coloring. The way it clings.” She smirks.
    “Kate!” I scold.
    “Just keeping it real, Ana. The whole package – looks good. Keep the dress. You’ll have him eating out of your hand.”
    My mouth presses in a hard line. Oh, you so have that the