Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 55

I flush at the memory of his hands and his mouth on me, his body inside mine. Closing my eyes, I feel

the familiar delicious pull of my muscles from deep, deep down. I want to do that again and again.

Maybe if I just sign up for the sex... would he go with thatI suspect not.

Am I submissiveMaybe I come across that way. Maybe I misled him in the interview. I'm shy, yes... but

submissiveI let Kate bully me - is that the sameAnd those soft limits, jeez. My mind boggles, but I'm

reassured that they are up for discussion.

I wander back to my bedroom. This is too much to think about. I need a clear head - a fresh morning

approach to the problem. I put the offending documents back in my satchel.

Tomorrow... tomorrow is another day. Clambering into bed, I switch off the light and lie staring up at the

ceiling. Oh, I wish I'd never met him. My inner goddess shakes her head at me. She and I know it's a

lie. I have never felt as alive as I do now.

I close my eyes, and I drift into a heavy sleep with occasional dreams of four-poster beds and shackles

and intense gray eyes.

Kate wakes me the next day.

"Ana, I've been calling you. You must have been out cold."

My eyes reluctantly open. She's not just up - she's been for a run. I glance at my alarm. It's eight in the

morning. Holy Moses, I've slept for a solid nine hours.

"What is it?" I mumble sleepily. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

"There's a man here with a delivery for you. You have to sign for it."

"What?"

"Come on. It's big. It looks interesting." She hops from foot to foot excitedly and bounds back into the

living area. I clamber out of bed and grab my dressing gown hanging on the back of my door. A smart

young man with a ponytail is standing in our living room clasping a large box.

"Hi," I mumble.

"I'll make you some tea." Kate scuttles off to the kitchen.

"Miss Steele?"

And I immediately know whom the parcel is from.

"Yes," I answer cautiously.

"I have a package for you here, but I have to set it up and show you how to use it."

"ReallyAt this time?"

"Only following orders, ma'am." He smiles in a charming but professional he's-not-taking-any-crap way.

Did he just call me ma'am Have I aged ten years overnightIf I have, it's that contract. My mouth puckers

in disgust.

"Okay, what is it?"

"It's a MacBook Pro."

"Of course it is." I roll my eyes .

"These aren't available in the shops yet, ma'am, the very latest from Apple."

How come that does not surprise meI sigh heavily.

"Just set it up on the dining table over there."

I wander into the kitchen to join Kate.

"What is it?" she says inquisitive, bright eyed and bushy tailed. She's slept well too.

"It's a laptop from Christian."

"Why's he sent you a laptopYou know you can use mine," she frowns.

Not for what he has in mind.

"Oh, it's only on loan. He wanted me to try it out." My excuse sounds feeble. But Kate nods her assent.

Oh my... I have hoodwinked Katherine Kavanagh. A first. She hands me my tea.

The Mac laptop is sleek and silver and rather beautiful. It has a very large screen.

Christian Grey likes scale - I think of his living area, in fact, his whole apartment.

"It's got the latest OS and a full suite of programs, plus a one-point-five terabyte hard drive so you'll

have plenty of room, thirty-two gigs of RAM - what are you planning to use it for?

"Uh... email."

"Email!" he chokes, bemused, raising his eyebrows with a slightly sick look on his face."And maybe

Internet research?" I shrug apologetically.

He sighs.

"Well, this has full wireless N, and I've set it up with your Me account details. This baby is all ready to

go, practically anywhere on the planet." He looks longingly at it.

"Me account?"

"Your new email address. "

I have an email address?

He points to an icon on the screen and continues to talk at me but it's like white noise.

I haven't got a clue what he's saying, and in all honestly, I'm not interested. Just tell me how to switch it

on and off - I'll figure out the rest. After all, I've been using Kate's for four years. Kate whistles,

impressed when she sees it.

"This is next-generation tech." She raises her eyebrows at me. "Most women get flowers or maybe

jewelry," she says suggestively, trying to suppress a smile.

I scowl at her but can't keep a straight face. We both burst into a fit of giggles, and computer man

gapes at us, bemused. He finishes up and asks me to sign the delivery note.

As Kate shows him out, I sit with my cup of tea, open the email program, and sitting there waiting for

me is an email from Christian. My heart leaps into my mouth. I have an email from Christian Grey.

Nervously, I open it.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Your New Computer

Date: May 22 2011 23:15

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Miss Steele

I trust you slept well. I hope that you put this laptop to good use, as discussed.

I look forward to dinner, Wednesday.

Happy to answer any questions before then, via email, should you so desire.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

I hit reply.

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)

Date: May 23 2011 08:20

To: Christian Grey

I slept very well thank you - for some strange reason - Sir.

I understood that this computer was on loan, ergo not mine.

Ana

Almost instantaneously there is a response.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)

Date: May 23 2011 08:22

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