Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 70

"Hey, Annie, I'm pleased to see you too," he mutters as he hugs me. Setting me back, his hands on my

shoulders, he looks me up and down, his brow furrowed. "You okay, kid?"

"Of course, Dad, can't a girl be pleased to see her old man?"

He smiles, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners, and follows me into the living area.

"You look good," he says.

"This is Kate's dress." I glance down at the grey chiffon halter neck dress.

He frowns.

"Where is Kate?"

"She's gone to campus. She's giving a speech, so she has to be early."

"Should we head on over?"

"Dad, we have half an hour. Would you like some teaAnd you can tell me how everyone in Montesano

is getting along. How was the drive down?"

Ray pulls his car into the campus parking lot, and we follow the stream of humanity dotted with

ubiquitous black and red gowns, heading toward the sports auditorium.

"Good luck, Annie. You seem awfully nervous, do you have to do anything?"

Holy crap... why has Ray picked today to be so observant?

"No, Dad. It's a big day." And I'm going to see him.

"Yeah, my baby girl has gotten a degree. I'm proud of you, Annie."

"Aw... thanks Ray." Oh I love this man.

The sports auditorium is crowded. Ray has gone to sit with the other parents and well-wishers in the

raked seating, while I make my way to my seat. I'm wearing my black gown and my cap, and I feel

protected by them, anonymous. There is no one on the stage yet, but I can't seem to steady my

nerves. My heart is pounding, and my breathing is shallow. He's here, somewhere. I wonder if Kate is

talking to him, interrogating him maybe.

I make my way to my seat amongst fellow students whose surnames also begin with S. I am in the

second row, affording me yet more anonymity. I glance behind me and spot Ray sat up high in the

bleachers. I give him a wave. He self-consciously gives me a half-wave, half-salute back. I sit and wait.

The auditorium fills quickly, and the buzz of excited voices gets louder and louder. The row of seats in

front fills. On either side of me, I am joined by two girls whom I don't know from a different faculty.

They're obviously close friends and talk across me excitedly.

At eleven precisely, the Chancellor appears from behind the stage, followed by the three Vice

Chancellors, and then the senior professors, all decked out in their black and red regalia. We stand and

applaud our teaching staff. Some Professors nod and wave, others look bored. Professor Collins, my

tutor and my favorite teacher, looks like he's just fallen out of bed, as usual. Last on to the stage are

Kate and Christian. Christian stands out in his bespoke gray suit, copper highlights glinting in his hair

under the auditorium lights. He looks so serious and self-contained. As he sits, he undoes his single-

breasted jacket, and I glimpse his tie. Holy shit... that tie! I rub my wrists reflexively. I cannot take my

eyes off him - his beauty as distracting as ever - and he's wearing that tie, on purpose no doubt. I can

feel my mouth press into a hard line. The audience sits down and the applause ceases.

"Look at him!" One of the girls beside me breathes enthusiastically to her friend.

"He's hot." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I stiffen. I'm sure they're not talking about Professor Collins.

"Must be Christian Grey."

"Is he single?"

I bristle.

"I don't think so," I murmur.

"Oh." Both girls look at me in surprise.

"I think he's g*y," I mutter.

"What a shame," one of the girls groans.

As the Chancellor gets to his feet and kicks off the proceedings with his speech, I watch Christian

subtly scanning the hall. I sink into my seat, hunching my shoulders, trying to make myself as

inconspicuous as possible. I fail miserably as a second later his gray eyes find mine. He stares at me,

his face impassive, completely inscrutable. I squirm uncomfortably, hypnotized by his glare as I feel a

slow flush spread across my face. Unbidden, I recall my dream from this morning, and the muscles in

my belly do the delectable clench thing. I inhale sharply. I can see the shadow of a smile cross his lips,

but it's fleeting. He briefly closes his eyes, and on opening them, resumes his indifferent expression.

Following a swift glance up at the Chancellor, he stares ahead, focusing on the WSUV em-blem hung

above the entrance. He doesn't turn his eyes toward me again. The Chancellor drones on, and

Christian still doesn't look at me, he just stares fixedly ahead.

Why won't he look at mePerhaps he's changed his mindA wave of unease washes over me. Perhaps

walking out on him last night was the end for him too. He's bored of waiting for me to make up my

mind. Oh no, I could have completely blown it. I remember his email last night. Maybe he's mad that I

haven't replied.

Suddenly, the room erupts into applause as Miss Katherine Kavanagh has taken the stage. The

Chancellor sits, and Kate tosses her lovely long hair behind her as she places her papers on the

lectern. She takes her time, not intimidated by a thousand people gawp-ing at her. She smiles when

she's ready, looks up at the captivated throng, and launches eloquently into her speech. She's so

composed and funny, the girls beside me erupt on cue at her first joke . Oh, Katherine Kavanagh, you

can deliver a good line. I feel so proud of her at that moment, my errant thoughts of Christian are

pushed to one side. Even though I have heard her speech before, I listen carefully. She commands the

room and takes her audience with her.

Her theme is What Next After CollegeOh, what next indeed. Christian is watching Kate, his eyebrows

slightly raised - in surprise, I think. Yes, it could have been Kate that went to interview him. And it could

have been Kate that he was now making indecent proposals to. Beautiful Kate and beautiful Christian,

together. I could be like the two girls beside me, admiring him from afar. I know Kate wouldn't have

given him the time of day.

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