Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 23

I opt for pancakes, maple syrup, scrambled eggs, and bacon. Christian tries to hide a smile as he

returns to his egg white omelet. The food is delicious.

"Tea?" he asks.

"Yes, please."

He passes me a small teapot of hot water and on the saucer is a Twining's English Breakfast teabag.

Jeez, he remembers how I like my tea.

"Your hair's very damp," he scolds.

"I couldn't find the hairdryer," I mutter, embarrassed. Not that I looked.

Christian's mouth presses into a hard line, but he doesn't say anything.

"Thank you for organizing the clothes."

"It's a pleasure, Anastasia. That color suits you."

I blush and stare down at my fingers.

"You know, you really should learn to take a compliment." His tone is castigating.

"I should give you some money for these clothes."

He glares at me as if I have offended him on some level. I hurry on.

"You've already given me the books, which, of course, I can't accept. But these clothes, please let me

pay you back." I smile tentatively at him.

"Anastasia, trust me, I can afford it." Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

"That's not the point. Why should you buy these for me?"

"Because I can," his eyes flash with a wicked gleam.

"Just because you can doesn't mean that you should," I reply quietly as he arches an eyebrow at me,

his eyes twinkling, and suddenly I feel that we're talking about something else, but I don't know what it

is. Which reminds me...

"Why did you send me the books, Christian?" My voice is soft. He puts down his cutlery and regards

me intently, his gray eyes burning with some unfathomable emotion.

Holy crap - my mouth dries.

"Well, when you were nearly run over by the cyclist - and I was holding you and you were looking up at

me - all kiss me, kiss me, Christian," he pauses and shrugs slightly, "I felt I owed you an apology and a

warning." He runs his hand through his hair. "Anastasia, I'm not a hearts and flowers kind of man, I

don't do romance. My tastes are very singular.

You should steer clear from me." He closes his eyes as if in defeat. "There's something about you,

though, and I'm finding it impossible to stay away. But I think you've figured that out already."

My appetite vanishes. He can't stay away!

"Then don't," I whisper.

He gasps, his eyes wide.

"You don't know what you're saying."

"Enlighten me, then."

We sit gazing at each other, neither of us touching our food.

"You're not celibate then?" I breathe.

Amusement lights up his gray eyes.

"No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate." He pauses for this information to sink in, and I flush scarlet. The

mouth-to-brain filter is broken again. I can't believe I've just said that out loud."What are your plans for

the next few days?" he asks, his voice low.

"I'm working today, from midday. What is the time?" I panic suddenly.

"It's just after ten, you've plenty of time. What about tomorrow?" He has his elbows on the table, and

his chin is resting on his long steepled fingers.

"Kate and I are going to start packing. We're moving to Seattle next weekend, and I'm working at

Clayton's all this week."

"You have a place in Seattle already?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"I can't remember the address. It's in the Pike Market District."

"Not far from me," his lips twitch up in a half smile. "So what are you going to do for work in Seattle?"

Where is he going with all these questionsThe Christian Grey Inquisition is almost as irritating as the

Katherine Kavanagh Inquisition.

"I've applied for some internships. I'm waiting to hear."

"Have you applied to my company as I suggested?"

I flush... of course not.

"Um... no."

"And what's wrong with my company?"

"Your company or your Company?" I smirk.

He smiles slightly.

"Are you smirking at me, Miss Steele?" He cocks his head to one side, and I think he looks amused,

but it's hard to tell. I flush and glance down at my unfinished breakfast. I can't look him in the eye when

he uses that tone of voice.

"I'd like to bite that lip," he whispers darkly.

Oh my. I am completely unaware that I am chewing my bottom lip. My mouth pops open as I gasp and

swallow at the same time. That has to be the sexiest thing anybody has ever said to me. My heart beat

spikes, and I think I'm panting. Jeez, I'm a quivering, moist mess, and he hasn't even touched me. I

squirm in my seat and meet his dark glare.

"Why don't you?" I challenge quietly.

"Because I'm not going to touch you Anastasia - not until I have your written consent to do so." His lips

hint at a smile.

What?

"What does that mean?"

"Exactly what I say." He sighs and shakes his head at me, amused, but exasperated too.

"I need to show you, Anastasia. What time do you finish work this evening?"

"About eight."

"Well, we could go to Seattle this evening or next Saturday for dinner at my place, and I'll acquaint you

with the facts then. The choice is yours."

"Why can't you tell me now?" I sound petulant.

"Because I'm enjoying my breakfast and your company. Once you're enlightened, you probably won't

want to see me again."

Holy shit. What does that meanDoes he white-slave small children to some God-forsaken part of the

planetIs he part of some underworld crime syndicateIt would explain why he's so rich. Is he deeply

religiousIs he impotentSurely not, he could prove that to me right now. Oh my. I flush scarlet thinking

about the possibilities. This is getting me nowhere. I'd like to solve the riddle that is Christian Grey

sooner rather than later. If it means that whatever secret he has is so gross that I don't want to know

him any more then, quite frankly, it will be a relief. Don't lie to yourself - my subconscious yells at me -

it'll have to be pretty bloody bad to have you running for the hills.

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