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  From: Christian Grey

  Subject: Gasp!

  Date: August 23 2011 11:01

  To: Anastasia Grey

  Mrs. Grey

  Are you flirting with me?

  Christian Grey

  Shocked CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

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  From: Anastasia Grey

  Subject: Would you rather …

  Date: August 23 2011 11:04

  To: Christian Grey

  I flirted with someone else?

  Anastasia Grey

  Brave Editor, SIP

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  From: Christian Grey

  Subject: Grrrrr

  Date: August 23 2011 11:09

  To: Anastasia Grey

  NO!

  Christian Grey

  Possessive CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

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  From: Anastasia Grey

  Subject: Wow …

  Date: August 23 2011 11:14

  To: Christian Grey

  Are you growling at me? ’Cause that’s kinda hot.

  Anastasia Grey

  Squirming (in a good way) Editor, SIP

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  From: Christian Grey

  Subject: Beware

  Date: August 23 2011 11:16

  To: Anastasia Grey

  Flirting and toying with me, Mrs. Grey?

  I may pay you a visit this afternoon.

  Christian Grey

  Priapic CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

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  From: Anastasia Grey

  Subject: Oh No!

  Date: August 23 2011 11:20

  To: Christian Grey

  I’ll behave. I wouldn’t want my boss’s boss’s boss getting on top of me at work. ;)

  Now let me get on with my job. My boss’s boss’s boss may fire my ass.

  Anastasia Grey

  Editor, SIP

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  From: Christian Grey

  Subject: &*%$&*&*

  Date: August 23 2011 11:23

  To: Anastasia Grey

  Believe me when I say there are a great many things he’d like to do to your ass right now. Firing you is not one of them.

  Christian Grey

  CEO & Ass man, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

  His response makes me giggle.

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  From: Anastasia Grey

  Subject: Go Away!

  Date: August 23 2011 11:26

  To: Christian Grey

  Don’t you have an empire to run?

  Stop bothering me.

  My next appointment is here.

  I thought you were a breast man …

  Think about my ass, and I’ll think about yours …

  ILY x

  Anastasia Grey

  Now Moist Editor, SIP

  I cannot help my despondent mood as Sawyer drives me to the office on Thursday. Christian’s threatened business trip to New York has happened, and though he’s been gone only a few hours, I miss him already. I fire up my computer, and there’s an e-mail waiting for me. My mood lifts immediately.

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  From: Christian Grey

  Subject: Miss You Already

  Date: August 25 2011 04:32

  To: Anastasia Grey

  Mrs. Grey

  You were adorable this morning.

  Behave while I’m away.

  I love you.

  Christian Grey

  CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

  This will be the first night we’ve slept apart since our wedding. I intend to have a few cocktails with Kate—that should help me sleep. Impulsively, I e-mail him back, although I know that he’s still flying.

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  From: Anastasia Grey

  Subject: Behave Yourself!

  Date: August 25 2011 09:03

  To: Christian Grey

  Let me know when you land—I’ll worry until you do.

  And I shall behave. I mean how much trouble can I get into with Kate?

  Anastasia Grey

  Editor, SIP

  I hit “send” and sip my latte, courtesy of Hannah. Who knew I’d grow to love coffee? Despite the fact that I’m going out this evening with Kate, I feel like a chunk of me is missing. At the moment, it’s thirty-five thousand feet somewhere above the Midwest en route to New York. I didn’t know I would feel this unsettled and anxious just because Christian’s away. Surely over time I won’t feel this loss and uncertainty, will I? I let out a heavy sigh and continue with my work.

  Around lunchtime, I start manically checking my e-mail and my BlackBerry for a text. Where is he? Has he landed safely? Hannah asks if I want lunch, but I’m too apprehensive and wave her away. I know it’s irrational, but I need to be sure he’s arrived safely.

  My office phone rings, startling me. “Ana St—Grey.”

  “Hi.” Christian’s voice is warm with a trace of amusement. Relief floods through me.

  “Hi.” I’m grinning from ear to ear. “How was your flight?”

  “Long. What are you doing with Kate?”

  Oh no. “We’re just going out for a quiet drink.”

  Christian says nothing.

  “Sawyer and the new woman—Prescott—are coming to watch over us,” I offer, trying to placate him.

  “I thought Kate was coming to the apartment.”

  “She is after a quick drink.” Please let me go out!

  Christian sighs heavily. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he says quietly. Too quietly.

  I mentally kick myself. “Christian, we’ll be fine. I have Ryan, Sawyer, and Prescott here. It’s only a quick drink.”

  Christian remains resolutely silent, and I know he’s not happy. “I’ve seen her only a few times since you and I met. Please. She’s my best friend.”

  “Ana, I don’t want to keep you from your friends. But I thought she was coming back to the apartment.”

  “Okay,” I acquiesce. “We’ll stay in.”

  “Only while this lunatic is out there. Please.”

  “I’ve said okay,” I mutter in exasperation, rolling my eyes.

  Christian snorts softly down the phone. “I always know when you’re rolling your eyes at me.”

  I scowl at the receiver. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I’ll tell Kate.”

  “Good,” he breathes, his relief evident. I feel guilty for worrying him.

  “Where are you?”

  “On the tarmac at JFK.”

  “Oh, so you just landed.”

  “Yes. You asked me to call the moment I landed.”

  I smile. My subconscious glares at me. See? He does what he says he’s going to do.

  “Well, Mr. Grey, I’m glad one of us is punctilious.”

  He laughs. “Mrs. Grey, your gift for hyperbole knows no bounds. What am I going to do with you?”

  “I am sure you’ll think of something imaginative. You usually do.”

  “Are you flirting with me?”

  “Yes.”

  I sense his grin. “I’d better go. Ana, do as you’re told, please. The security team knows what they’re doing.”

  “Yes, Christian, I will.” I sound exasperated again. Jeez, I get the message.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow evening. I’ll call you later.”

  “To check up on me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, Christian!” I scold him.

  “Au revoir, Mrs. Grey.”

  “Au revoir, Christian. I love you.”

  He inhales sharply. “And I you, Ana.”

  Neither of us hangs up.

  “Hang up, Christian,” I whisper.

  “You’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you?”

  “Your bossy little thing.”

  “Mine,” he breathes. “Do as you’re told. Hang up.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I hang up and grin stupidly at the phone.

  A few moments later, an e-mail appears in my in-box
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  From: Christian Grey

  Subject: Twitching Palms

  Date: August 25 2011 13:42 EDT

  To: Anastasia Grey

  Mrs. Grey

  You are as entertaining as ever on the phone.

  I mean it. Do as you’re told.

  I need to know you’re safe.

  I love you.

  Christian Grey

  CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

  Honestly, he’s the bossy one. But one phone call and all my anxiety has disappeared. He’s arrived safely and he’s fussing about me as usual. I hug myself momentarily. God, I love that man. Hannah knocks on my door, distracting me, and brings me back to the now.

  KATE LOOKS GORGEOUS. In her tight white jeans and red camisole, she’s ready to rock the town. She’s chatting animatedly with Claire in Reception when I make my entrance.

  “Ana!” she cries, scooping me up in a Kate hug. She holds me at arm’s length.

  “Don’t you look the mogul’s wife? Who would have thought, little Ana Steele? You look so … sophisticated!” She grins. I roll my eyes at her. I’m wearing a pale cream shift dress with a navy belt and navy pumps.

  “It’s good to see you, Kate.” I hug her back.

  “So, where are we going?”

  “Christian wants us to go back to the apartment.”

  “Aw, really? Can’t we sneak a quick cocktail at the Zig Zag Café? I’ve booked us a table.”

  I open my mouth to protest.

  “Please?” she whines and pouts prettily. She must be picking this up from Mia. She never pouts normally. I’d really like a cocktail at the Zig Zag. We had such fun the last time we went there, and it’s close to Kate’s apartment.

  I hold up my index finger. “One.”

  She grins. “One.” She links her arm in mine, and we stroll out to the car, which is parked at the curb with Sawyer at the wheel. We’re followed by Miss Belinda Prescott, who’s new to the security team—a tall African American with a no-nonsense attitude. I’ve yet to warm to her, maybe because she’s too cool and professional. The jury’s definitely out, but like the rest of the team, she’s been hand-picked by Taylor. She’s dressed like Sawyer, in a dark somber pantsuit.

  “Can you take us to the Zig Zag, please, Sawyer?”

  Sawyer turns to look at me, and I know he wants to say something. He’s obviously been given his orders. He hesitates.

  “The Zig Zag Café. We’ll have only one drink.”

  I give Kate a sideways glance, and she’s glaring at Sawyer. Poor man.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Mr. Grey requested you go back to the apartment,” Prescott pipes up.

  “Mr. Grey isn’t here,” I snap. “The Zig Zag, please.”

  “Ma’am,” Sawyer replies with a sideways glance at Prescott, who wisely holds her tongue.

  Kate gapes at me as if she can’t believe her eyes and ears. I purse my lips and shrug. Okay, so I’m a little more assertive than I used to be. Kate nods as Sawyer pulls out into the early evening traffic.

  “You know the additional security is driving Grace and Mia crazy,” Kate says casually.

  I gawk at her, baffled.

  “You didn’t know?” She seems incredulous.

  “Know what?”

  “Security for all of the Greys has been tripled. Gazillioned, even.”

  “Really?”

  “He hasn’t told you?”

  I flush. “No.” Damn it, Christian! “Do you know why?”

  “Jack Hyde.”

  “What about Jack? I thought he was just after Christian.” I gasp. Jeez. Why hasn’t he told me?

  “Since Monday,” Kate says.

  Last Monday? Hmm … we identified Jack on Sunday. But why all the Greys?

  “How do you know all this?”

  “Elliot.”

  Of course.

  “Christian hasn’t told you any of this, has he?”

  I flush once more. “No.”

  “Oh, Ana, how annoying.”

  I sigh. As ever, Kate has hit the nail squarely on the head in her usual sledgehammer style. “Do you know why?” If Christian’s not going to tell me, then maybe Kate will.

  “Elliot said it’s something to do with information stored on Jack Hyde’s computer when he was at SIP.”

  Holy crap. “You’re kidding.” A surge of anger pulses through me. How does Kate know about this when I don’t?

  I glance up to see Sawyer eyeing me in the rearview mirror. The red light turns to green and he surges forward, focusing on the road ahead. I hold my finger up to my lips and Kate nods. I bet Sawyer knows, too, and I don’t.

  “How’s Elliot?” I ask to change the subject.

  Kate grins stupidly, telling me all I need to know.

  Sawyer pulls up at the end of the passageway that leads down to the Zig Zag Café, and Prescott opens my door. I scoot out and Kate slides out after me. We link arms and meander down the passage, followed by Prescott, who’s wearing a thunderous expression on her face. Oh, for heaven’s sake, it’s just a drink. Sawyer drives off to park the car.

  “SO HOW DOES ELLIOT know Gia?” I ask, taking a sip of my second strawberry mojito. The bar is intimate and cozy, and I don’t want to leave. Kate and I have not stopped talking. I had forgotten how much I like hanging with her. It’s liberating to be out, relaxing, enjoying Kate’s company. I contemplate texting Christian, then dismiss the idea. He’ll just be mad and make me go home like an errant child.

  “Don’t talk to me about that bitch!” Kate splutters.

  Kate’s reaction makes me laugh.

  “What’s so funny, Steele?” she snaps, but not seriously.

  “I feel the same way.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes. She was all over Christian.”

  “She had a fling with Elliot.” Kate pouts.

  “No!”

  She nods, her lips pressed together in the patented Katherine Kavanagh scowl.

  “It was brief. Last year, I think. She’s a social climber. No wonder she has her sights set on Christian.”

  “Christian is taken. I told her to leave him alone or I would fire her.”

  Kate gapes at me once more, stunned. I nod proudly, and she lifts her glass to salute me, impressed and beaming.

  “Mrs. Anastasia Grey! Way to go!” We clink.

  “DOES ELLIOT OWN A gun?”

  “No. He’s very antigun.” Kate stirs her third drink.

  “Christian, too. I think it was Grace and Carrick’s influence,” I mutter. I’m feeling a little tipsy.

  “Carrick’s a good man.” Kate nods.

  “He wanted a prenup,” I mutter sadly.

  “Oh, Ana.” She reaches across the table and grasps my arm. “He was only looking out for his boy. As we both know, you have gold digger tattooed on your forehead.” She smiles at me, and I poke my tongue out at her, then giggle.

  “Mature, Mrs. Grey,” she says, grinning. She sounds like Christian. “You’ll do the same for your son one day.”

  “My son?” It hadn’t even crossed my mind that my kids will be rich. Holy crap. They’ll want for nothing. I mean … nothing. This needs further thought—but not right now. I glance at Prescott and Sawyer seated nearby, watching us and the evening crowd from a side table while they each nurse a glass of sparkling mineral water.

  “Do you think we should eat?” I ask.

  “No. We should drink,” Kate says.

  “Why are you in such a drinking mood?”

  “Because I don’t see enough of you anymore. I didn’t know you’d up and marry the first guy who turned your head.” She pouts again. “Honestly, you married so quickly that I thought you were pregnant.”

  I giggle. “Everyone thought I was pregnant. Let’s not rehash that conversation again. Please! And I have to use the restroom.”

  Prescott accompanies me. She says nothing. She doesn’t have to. Disapproval radiates off her like a lethal isotope.


  “I haven’t been out on my own since I got married,” I mutter wordlessly at the closed stall door. I make a face, knowing that she’s standing on the other side of the door, waiting while I pee. What precisely is Hyde going to do in a bar anyway? Christian is just overreacting as usual.

  “KATE, IT’S LATE. WE should go.”

  It’s ten fifteen, and I have downed my fourth strawberry mojito. I am definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol, warm and fuzzy. Christian will be fine. Eventually.

  “Sure, Ana. It’s been so good to see you. You just seem so much more, I don’t know … confident. Marriage obviously agrees with you.”

  My face warms. Coming from Miss Katherine Kavanagh, this is indeed a compliment.

  “It does,” I whisper, and because I’ve probably had too much to drink, tears prick the backs of my eyes. Could I be any happier? In spite of all his baggage, his nature, his Fiftyness, I have met and married the man of my dreams. I quickly change the subject to stem my sentimental thoughts, because I know I will cry otherwise.