meeting friends. I watch two young women hug as they meet up.
I miss Kate. It’s only been two weeks since she left for her vacation, but it feels like the
longest two weeks of my life. So much has happened—she’ll never believe me when I tell
her. Well, tell her the edited NDA-compliant version. I frown. I’ll have to talk to Christian
about that. What would Kate make of it? I blanch at the thought. Perhaps she’ll be back
with Ethan. I feel a rush of excitement at the thought, but I think it’s unlikely. She’d stay
on with Elliot surely.
“Where do you stand when you’re waiting and watching outside?” I ask Sawyer as we
get in line for lunch. Sawyer is in front of me, facing the door, continually monitoring the
street and anyone who comes in. It’s unnerving.
“I sit in the coffee shop directly across the street, Miss Steele.”
“Doesn’t it get very boring?”
“Not to me, ma’am. It’s what I do,” he says stiffly.
I flush. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply . . .” My voice trails off at his kind, understand-
ing expression.
“Please, Miss Steele. My job is to protect you. And that’s what I’ll do.”
“So, no sign of Leila?”
“No, ma’am.”
I frown. “How do you know what she looks like?”
“I’ve seen her photograph.”
“Oh, do you have it on you?”
“No, ma’am.” He taps his skull. “Committed to memory.”
Of course. I’d really like to examine a photograph of Leila to see what she looked like
before she became Ghost Girl. I wonder if Christian would let me have a copy? Yes, he
probably would—for my safety. I hatch a plan, and my subconscious gloats and nods ap-
provingly.
The brochures arrive back at the office, and I have to say, they look great. I take one into
Jack’s office. His eyes light up, and I don’t know if it’s at me or the brochure. I choose to
believe it’s the latter.
“These look great, Ana.” Idly, he flicks through it. “Yeah, good job. Are you seeing
your boyfriend this evening?” His lip curls as he says boyfriend.
“Yes. We live together.” It’s sort of the truth. Well, we do at the moment. And I have
officially agreed to move in, so it’s not much of a white lie. I hope that it’s enough to throw
him off the scent.
“Would he object to you coming out for a quick drink tonight? To celebrate all your
hard work?”
“I have a friend coming in from out of town tonight, and we’re all going out for din-
ner.” And I’ll be busy every night, Jack.
“I see.” He sighs, exasperated. “Maybe when I’m back from New York, huh?” He
raises his eyebrows in expectation, and his gaze darkens suggestively.
Oh no.I smile, noncommittal, stifling a shudder.
“Would you like some coffee or tea?” I ask.
“Coffee, please.” His voice is low and husky as if he’s asking for something else. Fuck.
He’s not going to back off. I can see that now. Oh . . . What to do?
I breathe a long sigh of relief when I am out of his office. He makes me tense. Christian
is right about him, and part of me is pissed that Christian isright about him.
I sit down at my desk and my Blackberry rings—a number I don’t recognize.
“Ana Steele.”
“Hi, Steele!” Ethan’s drawl catches me momentarily off guard.
“Ethan! How are you?” I almost squeal with delight.
“Glad to be back. I am seriously fed up with sunshine and rum punches, and my baby
sister being hopelessly in love with the big guy. It’s been hell, Ana.”
“Yeah! Sea, sand, sun, and rum punches sounds like Dante’s Inferno.” I giggle. “Where
are you?”
“I’m at Sea-Tac, waiting for my bag. What are you doing?”
“I’m at work. Yes, I am gainfully employed,” I respond to his gasp. “Do you want to
come here and collect the keys? I can meet you later at the apartment.”
“Sounds great. I’ll see you in about 45 minutes, an hour maybe? What’s the address?”
I give him SIP’s address.
“See you soon, Ethan.”
“Laters,” he says and hangs up. What? Not Ethan, too? And it dawns on me that he’s
just spent a week with Elliot. I quickly type an e-mail to Christian.
From:Anastasia Steele
Subject:Visitors from Sunny Climes.
Date:June 14, 2011: 14:55
To:Christian Grey
Dearest Completely & Utterly SS&S
Ethan is back, and he’s coming here to collect keys to the apartment.
I’d really like to make sure he’s settled in okay.
Why don’t you collect me after work? We can go to the apartment then we can ALL go
out for a meal maybe?
My treat?
Your
Ana x
Still SM&I
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
From:Christian Grey
Subject:Dinner Out
Date:June 14, 2011 15:05
To:Anastasia Steele
I approve of your plan. Except the part about you paying!
My treat.
I’ll collect you at 6:00.
x
PS: Why aren’t you using your Blackberry!!!
Christian Grey
Completely and Utterly Annoyed, CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From:Anastasia Steele
Subject:Bossiness
Date:June 14, 2011: 15:11
To:Christian Grey
Oh, don’t be so crusty and cross.
It’s all in code.
I’ll see you at 6:00.
Ana x
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
From:Christian Grey
Subject:Maddening Woman
Date:June 14, 2011 15:18
To:Anastasia Steele
Crusty and cross!
I’ll give you crusty and cross.
And look forward to it.
Christian Grey
Completely and Utterly More Annoyed, but smiling for some unknown reason, CEO, Grey
Enterprises Holdings Inc.
From:Anastasia Steele
Subject:Promises. Promises.
Date:June 14, 2011: 15:23
To:Christian Grey
Bring it on, Mr. Grey
I look forward to it too. ;D
Ana x
Anastasia Steele
Assistant to Jack Hyde, Commissioning Editor, SIP
He doesn’t reply, but then I don’t expect him to. I imagine him moaning about mixed sig-
nals, and the thought makes me smile. I daydream briefly about what he might do to me but
find myself shifting about in my chair. My subconscious gazes at me disapprovingly over
her half-moon specs—get on with your work.
A little later, my phone buzzes. It’s Claire at reception.
“There’s a real cute guy in reception to see you. We must go out for drinks sometime,
Ana. You sure know some hunky guys,” she hisses conspiratorially through the phone.
Ethan! Grabbing my keys from my purse, I hurry out to the foyer.
Holy shit—sun-bleached blond hair, a tan to die for, and glowing hazel eyes gaze up
at me from the green leather couch. As soon as he sees me, his mouth drops open, and he’s
on his feet coming toward me.
“Wow, Ana.” He frowns at me as he bends to give me hug.
“You look well.” I grin up at him.
“You look . . . wow—different. Worldly, more sophisticated. What’s happened? You
changed your hair? Clothes? I don’t know, Steele, but you look hot!”
I blush furiously. “Oh, Ethan. I’m just in my work clothes,” I scold as Claire looks on
with an arched eyebrow and a wry smile.
“How was Barbados?”