Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 39

"Get into bed," he says sharply. "I'll come and lie down with you." His voice softens.

I drop my hand and frown. I don't think I've ever touched his torso. He opens a chest of drawers and

pulls out a t-shirt and quickly slips it on.

"Bed," he orders again. I climb back onto the bed, trying not to think about the blood.

He clambers in beside me and pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me so that I'm

facing away from him. He kisses my hair gently, and he inhales deeply.

"Sleep, sweet Anastasia," he murmurs, and I close my eyes, but I can't help feel a re-sidual melancholy

either from the music or his demeanor. Christian Grey has a sad side.

Chapter Nine

Light fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness. I stretch out and open my eyes. It's a

beautiful May morning, Seattle at my feet. Wow, what a view. Beside me, Christian Grey is fast asleep.

Wow, what a view. I'm surprised he's still in bed. He's facing me, and I have an unprecedented

opportunity to study him. His lovely face looks younger, relaxed in sleep. His sculptured, pouty lips are

parted slightly, and his shiny, clean hair is a glorious mess. How could anyone look this good and still

be legalI remember his room upstairs... perhaps he's not legal. I shake my head, so much to think

about. It's tempting to reach out and touch him, but like a small child, he's so lovely when he's asleep. I

don't have to worry about what I'm saying, what he's saying, what plans he has, especially his plans for

me.

I could gaze at him all day, but I have needs - bathroom needs. Slipping out of bed, I find his white shirt

on the floor and shrug it on. I walk through a door thinking that it might be the bathroom, but I'm in a

vast walk-in closet as big as my bedroom. Lines and lines of expensive suits, shirts, shoes, and ties.

How can anyone need this many clothesI tut with disapproval. Actually, Kate's wardrobe probably rivals

this. Kate! Oh no. I didn't think about her all evening. I was supposed to text her. Crap. I'm going to be

in trouble. I wonder briefly how she's getting on with Elliot.

Returning to the bedroom, Christian is still asleep. I try the other door. It's the bathroom, and it's bigger

than my bedroom. Why does one man need so much spaceTwo sinks, I notice with irony. Given he

doesn't sleep with anyone, one of them can't have been used.

I stare at myself in the gigantic mirror above the sinks. Do I look differentI feel different. I feel a little

sore, if I'm honest, and my muscles - jeez it's like I've never done any exercise in my life. You don't do

any exercise in your life, my subconscious has woken.

She's staring at me with pursed lips, tapping her foot. So you've just slept with him, given him your

virginity, a man who doesn't love you. In fact, he has very odd ideas about you, wants to make you

some sort of kinky sex slave.

ARE YOU CRAZY She's shouting at me.

I wince as I look in the mirror. I am going to have to process all this. Honestly, fancy falling for a man

who's beyond beautiful, richer than Croesus, and has a Red Room of Pain waiting for me. I shudder.

I'm bewildered and confused. My hair is its usual wayward self. Just-fucked hair doesn't suit me. I try

and bring order to the chaos with my fingers but fail miserably and give up - maybe I'll find hair ties in

my purse.

I'm starving. I head back out to the bedroom. Sleeping beauty is still sleeping, so I leave him and head

for the kitchen.

Oh no... Kate. I left my purse in Christian's study. I fetch it and reach for my cell phone. Three texts.

*RU OK Ana*

*Where RU Ana*

*Damn it Ana*

I call Kate. When she doesn't answer, I leave her a groveling message to tell her I am alive and have

not succumbed to Bluebeard, well not in the sense she would be worried about - or perhaps I have. Oh

this is so confusing. I have to try and categorize and analyze my feelings for Christian Grey. It's an

impossible task. I shake my head in defeat. I need alone time, away from here to think.

I find two welcome hair ties at the same time in my bag and quickly tie my hair in pigtails. Yes! The

more girly I look, perhaps the safer I'll be from Bluebeard. I take my iPod out of the bag and plug my

headphones in. There's nothing like music to cook by. I slip it into the breast pocket of Christian's shirt,

turn it up loud, and start dancing.

Holy hell, I'm hungry.

I am daunted by his kitchen. It's so sleek and modern and none of the cupboards have handles. It This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

takes me a few seconds to deduce that I have to push the cupboard doors to open them. Perhaps I

should cook Christian breakfast. He was eating an omelet the other day... um, yesterday at the

Heathman. Jeez, so much has happened since then. I check in the fridge, where there are plenty of

eggs, and decide I want pancakes and bacon. I set about making some batter, dancing my way round

the kitchen.

Being busy is good. It allows a bit of time to think but not too deeply. Music blaring in my ears also

helps to stave off deep thought. I came here to spend the night in Christian Grey's bed, and managed

it, even though he doesn't let anyone in his bed. I smile, mission accomplished. Big time. I grin. Big, big

time, and I'm distracted by the memory of last night. His words, his body, his lovemaking... I close my

eyes as my body hums at the recollection, and my muscles contract deliciously deep in my belly. My

subconscious scowls at me... f**king - not lovemaking - she screams at me like a harpy . I ignore her,

but deep down I know she has a point. I shake my head to concentrate on the task at hand.

There is a state-of-the-art range. I think I have the hang of it. I need somewhere to keep the pancakes

warm, and I start on the bacon. Amy Studt is singing in my ear about misfits. This song used to mean

so much to me, that's because I'm a misfit. I have never fitted in anywhere and now... I have an

indecent proposal to consider from King Misfit himself. Why is he this wayNature or NurtureIt's so alien

to anything I know.

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