Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 11

I slap her down.

"Don't you have a family dinner or something for your brother?"

"That's tomorrow."

"Maybe some other time, Paul. I need to study tonight. I have my finals next week."

"Ana, one of these days, you'll say yes," he smiles as I escape out to the store floor.

"But I do places, Ana, not people," Jose groans.

"Jose, please?" I beg. Clutching my cell, I pace the living area of our apartment, staring out of the

window at the fading evening light.

"Give me that phone." Kate grabs the handset from me, tossing her silken red-blonde hair over her

shoulder.

"Listen here, Jose Rodriquez, if you want our newspaper to cover the opening of your show, you'll do

this shoot for us tomorrow, capiche?" Kate can be awesomely tough.

"Good. Ana will call back with the location and the call time. We'll see you tomorrow." She snaps my

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"Sorted. All we need to do now is decide where and when. Call him." She holds the phone out to me.

My stomach twists.

"Call Grey, now!"

I scowl at her and reach into my back pocket for his business card. I take a deep, steadying breath, and

with shaking fingers, I dial the number.

He answers on the second ring. His tone is clipped, calm and cold.

"Grey."

"Err... Mr. GreyIt's Anastasia Steele." I don't recognize my own voice, I'm so nervous. There's a brief

pause. Inside I'm quaking.

"Miss Steele. How nice to hear from you." His voice has changed. He's surprised, I think, and he

sounds so... warm - seductive even. My breath hitches, and I flush. I'm suddenly conscious that

Katherine Kavanagh is staring at me, her mouth open, and I dart into the kitchen to avoid her unwanted

scrutiny.

"Err - we'd like to go ahead with the photo-shoot for the article." Breathe, Ana, breathe.

My lungs drag in a hasty breath. "Tomorrow, if that's okay. Where would be convenient for you, sir?"

I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone.

"I'm staying at the Heathman in Portland. Shall we say, nine thirty tomorrow morning?""Okay, we'll see

you there." I am all gushing and breathy - like a child, not a grown woman who can vote and drink

legally in the State of Washington.

"I look forward to it, Miss Steele." I visualize the wicked gleam in his gray eyes. How can he make

seven little words hold so much tantalizing promise I hang up. Kate is in the kitchen, and she's staring

at me with a look of complete and utter consternation on her face.

"Anastasia Rose Steele. You like him! I've never seen or heard you so, so... affected by anyone before.

You're actually blushing."

"Oh Kate, you know I blush all the time. It's an occupational hazard with me. Don't be so ridiculous," I

snap. She blinks at me with surprise - I very rarely throw my toys out of the pram - and I briefly relent. "I

just find him... intimidating, that's all."

"Heathman, that figures," mutters Kate. "I'll give the manager a call and negotiate a space for the

shoot."

"I'll make supper. Then I need to study." I cannot hide my irritation with her as I open one of cupboards

to make supper.

I am restless that night, tossing and turning. Dreaming of smoky gray eyes, coveralls, long legs, long

fingers, and dark, dark unexplored places. I wake twice in the night, my heart pounding. Oh, I'm going

to look just great tomorrow with so little sleep, I scold myself. I punch my pillow and try to settle.

The Heathman is nestled in the downtown heart of Portland. Its impressive brown stone edifice was

completed just in time for the crash of the late 1920s. Jose, Travis, and I are traveling in my Beetle, and

Kate is in her CLK, since we can't all fit in my car. Travis is Jose's friend and gopher, here to help out

with the lighting. Kate has managed to acquire the use of a room at the Heathman free of charge for

the morning in exchange for a credit in the article. When she explains at reception that we're here to

photograph Christian Grey CEO, we are instantly upgraded to a suite. Just a regular-sized suite,

however, as apparently Mr. Grey is already occupying the largest one in the building. An over-keen

marketing executive shows us up to the suite - he's terribly young and very nervous for some reason.

I suspect it's Kate's beauty and commanding manner that disarms him, because he's putty in her

hands. The rooms are elegant, understated, and opulently furnished.

It's nine. We have half an hour to set up. Kate is in full flow.

"Jose, I think we'll shoot against that wall, do you agree?" She doesn't wait for his reply. "Travis, clear

the chairs. Ana, could you ask housekeeping to bring up some refresh-mentsAnd let Grey know where

we are."

Yes, Mistress. She is so domineering. I roll my eyes, but do as I'm told.

Half an hour later, Christian Grey walks into our suite.

Holy Crap! He's wearing a white shirt, open at the collar, and grey flannel pants that hang from his hips.

His unruly hair is still damp from a shower. My mouth goes dry looking at him... he's so freaking hot.

Grey is followed into the suite by a man in his mid-thirties, all buzz-cut and stubble in a sharp dark suit

and tie who stands silently in the corner. His hazel eyes watch us impassively.

"Miss Steele, we meet again." Grey extends his hand, and I shake it, blinking rapidly.

Oh my... he really is, quite... wow. As I touch his hand, I'm aware of that delicious current running right

through me, lighting me up, making me blush, and I'm sure my erratic breathing must be audible.

"Mr. Grey, this is Katherine Kavanagh," I mutter, waving a hand toward Kate who comes forward,

looking him squarely in the eye.

"The tenacious Miss Kavanagh. How do you do?" He gives her a small smile, looking genuinely

amused. "I trust you're feeling betterAnastasia said you were unwell last week."

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