Fifty Shades Trilogy 02 - Fifty Shades Darker

was championing. It’s a heady feeling.
    On my desk is an enormous wicker basket crammed with stunning white and pale pink roses. Wow—the fragrance alone is heavenly. I smile as I pick up the card. I know who sent them.

    Congratulations, Miss Steele
    And all on your own!
    No help from your overfriendly, neighborhood, megalomaniac CEO

    Love
    Christian

    I pick up my Blackberry to e-mail him.

    From: Anastasia Steele
    Subject: Megalomaniac . . .
    Date: June 16, 2011 15:43
    To: Christian Grey

    . . . is my favorite type of maniac. Thank you for the beautiful flowers. They’ve arrived in a huge wicker basket that makes me think of picnics and blankets.
    x

    From: Christian Grey
    Subject: Fresh Air
    Date: June 16, 2011 15:55
    To: Anastasia Steele

    Maniac, eh? Dr. Flynn may have something to say about that.
    You want to go on a picnic?
    We could have fun in the great outdoors, Anastasia . . .
    How is your day going, baby?

    Christian Grey
    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

    Oh my. I flush reading his response.

    From: Anastasia Steele
    Subject: Hectic
    Date: June 16, 2011 16:00
    To: Christian Grey

    The day has flown by. I have hardly had a moment to myself to think about anything other than work. I think I can do this! I’ll tell you more when I’m home.
    Outdoors sounds . . . interesting.
    Love you.
    A x
    PS: Don’t worry about Dr. Flynn.

    My phone buzzes. It’s Claire from reception, desperate to know who sent the flowers and what happened to Jack. Holed up in the office all day, I have missed the gossip. I tell her quickly that the flowers are from my boyfriend and that I know very little about Jack’s departure. My Blackberry buzzes and I have another e-mail from Christian.

    From: Christian Grey
    Subject: I’ll try . . .
    Date: June 16, 2011 16:09
    To: Anastasia Steele

    . . . not to worry.
    Laters, baby. x

    Christian Grey
    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

    At five thirty, I pack up my desk. I can’t believe how quickly the day has gone. I have to get back to Escala and prepare to meet Dr. Flynn. I haven’t even had time to think of questions. Perhaps today we can have an initial meeting, and maybe Christian will let me see him again. I shrug off the thought as I dash out of the office, waving a quick good-bye to Claire.  
    I’ve also got Christian’s birthday to think about. I know what I’m going to give him. I’d like him to have it tonight before we meet Flynn, but how? Beside the parking lot is a small store selling touristy trinkets. Inspiration hits me and I duck inside.

    Christian is on his Blackberry, standing and staring out the glass wall as I enter the great room half an hour later. Turning, he beams at me and wraps up his call.
    “Ros, that’s great. Tell Barney and we’ll go from there . . . Good-bye.”
    He strides over to me as I stand shyly in the entryway. He’s changed now into a white T-shirt and jeans, all bad boy and smoldering. Whoa.  
    “Good evening, Miss Steele,” he murmurs and he bends to kiss me. “Congratulations on your promotion.” He wraps his arms around me. He smells delicious.
    “You’ve showered.”
    “I’ve just had a work-out with Claude.”
    “Oh.”
    “Managed to knock him on his ass twice.” Christian beams, boyish and pleased with himself. His grin is infectious.
    “That doesn’t happen often?”
    “No. Very satisfying when it does. Hungry?”
    I shake my head.
    “What?” He frowns at me.
    “I’m nervous. About Dr. Flynn.”
    “Me, too. How was your day?” He releases me, and I him give a brief summary. He listens attentively.
    “Oh—there’s one more thing I should tell you,” I add. “I was supposed to have lunch with Mia.”
    He raises his eyebrows, surprised. “You never mentioned that.”
    “I know, I forgot. I couldn’t make it because of the meeting, and Ethan took her out to lunch instead.”
    His face darkens. “I see. Stop biting your lip.”
    “I’m going to freshen up,” I say changing the subject and turning to leave before he can react any further.

    Dr. Flynn’s office is a short drive from Christian’s apartment. Very handy , I muse, for emergency sessions.
    “I usually run here from home,” Christian says as he parks my Saab. “This is a great car.” He smiles at me.
    “I think so, too.” I smile back at him. “Christian . . . I—” I gaze anxiously at him.
    “What is it, Ana?”
    “Here.” I pull the small black gift box from my purse. “This is for you