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  Kate is in the living area packing up her books into crates.

  “You’re back. Where’s Christian? How are you?” Her voice is fevered, anxious, and she bounds up to me, grabbing my shoulders, minutely analyzing my face before I’ve even said hello.

  Crap… I have to deal with Kate’s persistence and tenacity, and I’m in possession of a legal signed document saying I can’t talk. It’s not a healthy mix.

  “Well how was it? I couldn’t stop thinking about you, after Elliot left, that is.” She grins mischievously.

  I can’t help but smile at her concern and her burning curiosity, but suddenly I feel shy.

  I blush. It was very private. All of it. Seeing and knowing what Christian has to hide. But I have to give her some details, because she won’t leave me alone until I do.

  “It was good, Kate. Very good, I think,” I say quietly, trying to hide my embarrassed tell-all smile.

  “You think?”

  “I’ve got nothing to compare it to, do I?” I shrug apologetically.

  “Did he make you come?”

  Holy crap. She’s so blunt. I go scarlet.

  “Yes,” I mumble, exasperated.

  Kate pulls me to the couch and we sit. She clasps my hands.

  “That is good.” Kate looks at me in disbelief. “It was your first time. Wow, Christian must really know what he’s doing.”

  Oh Kate, if only you knew.

  “My first time was horrid,” she continues, making a sad comedy face.

  “Oh?” This has me interested, something she’s never divulged before.

  “Yes, Steve Paton. High school, dickless jock.” She shudders. “He was rough. I wasn’t ready. We were both drunk. You know – typical teenage post-prom disaster. Ugh

  – it took me months before I decided to have another go. And not with him, the gutless wonder. I was too young. You were right to wait.”

  “Kate, that sounds awful.”

  Kate looks wistful.

  “Yeah, took almost a year to have my first orgasm through penetrative sex and here you are… first time?”

  I nod shyly. My inner goddess sits in the lotus position looking serene except for the sly, self-congratulatory smile on her face.

  “I’m glad you lost it to someone who knows their ass from their elbow.” She winks at me. “So when are you seeing him again?”

  “Wednesday. We’re having dinner.”

  “So you still like him?”

  “Yes. But I don’t know about… the future.”

  “Why?”

  “He’s complicated, Kate. You know – he inhabits a very different world to mine.”

  Great excuse. Believable too. Much better than – he’s got a Red Room of Pain, and he wants to make me his sex slave.

  “Oh please, don’t let this be about money, Ana. Elliot said it’s very unusual for Christian to date anyone.”

  “Did he?” My voice hitches up several octaves.

  Too obvious, Steele! My subconscious glares at me, wagging her long skinny finger, then morphs into the scales of justice to remind me he could sue if I disclose too much.

  Ha… what’s he going to do – take all my money? I must remember to Google ‘penalties for breaching a non-disclosure agreement’ while I’m doing the rest of my ‘research’. It’s like I’ve been given a school assignment. Maybe I’ll be graded. I flush, remembering my A for this morning’s bath experiment.

  “Ana, what is it?”

  “I’m just remembering something Christian said.”

  “You look different,” Kate says fondly.

  “I feel different. Sore,” I confess.

  “Sore?”

  “A little.” I flush.

  “Me too. Men,” she says in mock disgust. “They’re animals.” We both laugh.

  “You’re sore?” I exclaim.

  “Yes… overuse.”

  I giggle.

  “Tell me about Elliot the over-user,” I ask when I’ve stopped giggling. Oh, I can feel myself relaxing for the first time since I was in line at the bar… before the phone call that started all this – when I was admiring Mr. Grey from afar. Happy uncomplicated days.

  Kate blushes. Oh my… Katherine Agnes Kavanagh goes all Anastasia Rose Steele on me. She gives me a dewy-eyed look. I’ve never seen her react this way to a man before.

  My jaw drops to the floor. Where’s Kate, what have you done with her?

  “Oh, Ana,” she gushes. “He’s just so… Everything. And when we… oh… really good.” She can hardly string a sentence together she’s got it so bad.

  “I think you’re trying to tell me that you like him.”

  She nods, grinning like a lunatic.

  “And I’m seeing him on Saturday. He’s going to help us move.” She clasps her hands together, leaps up off the couch, and pirouettes to the window. Moving. Crap – I’d forgotten all about that, even with the packing cases surrounding us.

  “That’s helpful of him,” I say appreciatively. I can get to know him too. Perhaps he can give me more insight into his strange, disturbing brother.

  “So what did you do last night?” I ask. She cocks her head at me and raises her eyebrows in a what-do-think-stupid-look.

  “Pretty much what you did, though we had dinner first.” She grins at me. “Are you okay really? You look kind of overwhelmed.”

  “I feel overwhelmed. Christian is very intense.”

  “Yeah, I could see how he could be. But he was good to you?”

  “Yes,” I reassure her. “I’m really hungry, shall I cook?”

  She nods and picks up two more books to pack.

  “What do you want to do with the fourteen thousand dollar books?” she asks.

  “I’m going to return them to him.”

  “Really?”

  “It’s a completely over-the-top gift. I can’t accept it, especially now.” I grin at Kate, and she nods.

  “I understand. A couple of letters came for you, and José has been calling every hour on the hour. He sounded desperate.”

  “I’ll call him,” I mutter evasively. If I tell Kate about José, she’ll have him for breakfast. I collect the letters from the dining table and open them.

  “Hey, I have interviews! The week after next, in Seattle, for intern placements!”

  “For which publishing house?”

  “For both of them!”

  “I told you your GPA would open doors, Ana.”

  Kate, of course, already has an internship set up at the Seattle Times. Her father knows someone, who knows someone.

  “How does Elliot feel about you going away?” I ask.

  Kate wanders into the kitchen, and for the first time this evening, she’s disconsolate.

  “He’s understanding. Part of me doesn’t want to go, but it’s tempting to lie in the sun for a couple of weeks. Besides, Mom is hanging in there, thinking this will be our last real family holiday before Ethan and I head off into the world of paid employment.”

  I have never left continental US. Kate is off to Barbados with her parents and her brother Ethan for two whole weeks. I’ll be Kateless in our new apartment. That will be weird. Ethan has been traveling the world since he graduated last year. I wonder briefly if I’ll see him before they go on vacation. He’s such a lovely guy. The phone rings, jolting me from my reverie.

  “That’ll be José.”

  I sigh. I know I have to talk to him. I grab the phone.

  “Hi.”

  “Ana, you’re back!” José shouts his relief at me.

  “Obviously.” Sarcasm drips from my voice, and I roll my eyes at the phone.

  He’s silent for a moment.

  “Can I see you? I’m sorry about Friday night. I was drunk… and you… well. Ana –

  please forgive me.”

  “Of course, I forgive you José. Just don’t do it again. You know I don’t feel like that about you.”

  He sighs heavily, sadly.

  “I know, Ana. I just thought,
if I kissed you, it might change how you feel.”

  “José, I love you dearly, you mean so much to me. You’re like the brother I never had.

  That’s not going to change. You know that.” I hate to let him down, but it’s the truth.

  “So you’re with him now?” His tone is full of disdain.

  “José, I’m not with anybody.”

  “But you spent the night with him.”

  “That’s none of your business!”

  “Is it the money?”

  “José! How dare you!” I shout, staggered by his audacity.

  “Ana,” he whines and apologizes simultaneously. I cannot deal with his petty jealousy now. I know he’s hurt, but my plate is overflowing dealing with Christian Grey.

  “Maybe we can have a coffee or something tomorrow. I’ll call you.” I am conciliatory.

  He is my friend, and I’m very fond of him. But right now, I don’t need this.

  “Tomorrow then. You’ll call?” The hope in his voice twists my heart.

  “Yes… goodnight, José.” I hang up, not waiting for his response.

  “What was that all about?” Katherine demands, her hands on her hips. I decide honesty is the policy. She’s looking more intractable than ever.

  “He made a pass at me on Friday.”

  “José? And Christian Grey? Ana, your pheromones must be working overtime. What was the stupid fool thinking?” She shakes her head in disgust and returns to packing crates.

  Forty-five minutes later, we pause our packing for the house specialty, my lasagna.

  Kate opens a bottle of wine, and we sit amongst the boxes eating, quaffing cheap red wine, and watching crap TV. This is normality. It’s so grounding and welcome after the last forty-eight hours of… madness. I eat my first unhurried, no nagging, peaceful meal in that time. What is it about him and food? Kate clears the dishes, and I finish packing up the living room. We are left with the couch, the TV, and the dining table. What more could we need? Just the kitchen and our bedrooms left to pack up, and we have the rest of the week. Result!

  The phone rings again. It’s Elliot. Kate winks at me and skips off to her bedroom like she’s fourteen. I know that she should be writing her Valedictorian speech, but it seems Elliot is more important. What is it about the Grey men? What is it that makes them totally distracting, all-consuming, and irresistible? I take another slug of wine.

  I flick through the TV channels, but deep down I know I’m procrastinating. Burning a bright red hole in the side of my purse is that contract. Do I have the strength and the wherewithal to read it tonight?

  I put my head in my hands. José and Christian, they both want something from me.

  José is easy to deal with. But Christian… Christian takes a whole different league of handling, of understanding. Part of me wants to run and hide. What am I going to do? His burning gray eyes and that intense smoldering stare come into my mind’s eye, and my body tightens at the thought. I gasp. He’s not even here, and I’m turned on. It just can’t be about sex, can it? I recall his gentle banter this morning at breakfast, his joy at my delight with the helicopter ride, him playing the piano – the sweet soulful oh-so-sad music.

  He’s such a complicated person. And now I have an insight as to why. A young man deprived of his adolescence, sexually abused by some evil Mrs. Robinson figure… no wonder he’s old before his time. My heart fills with sadness at the thought of what he must have been through. I’m too naïve to know exactly what, but the research should shed some light. But do I really want to know? Do I want to explore this world I know nothing about?

  It’s such a big step.

  If I’d not met him, I’d still be sweetly and blissfully oblivious. My mind drifts to last night, and this morning… and the incredible, sensual sexuality I’ve experienced. Do I want to say goodbye to that? No! Screams my subconscious… my inner goddess nods in silent zen-like agreement with her.

  Kate wanders back into the living room, grinning from ear to ear. Perhaps she’s in love – I gape at her. She’s never behaved like this.

  “Ana, I’m off to bed. I’m pretty tired.”

  “Me too, Kate.”

  She hugs me.

  “I’m glad you’re back in one piece. There’s something about Christian,” she adds quietly, apologetically. I give her a small, reassuring smile – all the while thinking… How the hell does she know? This is what will make her a great journalist, her unfaltering intuition.

  Collecting my purse, I wander listlessly into my bedroom. I am weary from all our carnal exertions of the last day and from the complete and utter dilemma that I’m faced with. I sit on my bed and gingerly extract the manila envelope from the bag, turning it over and over in my hands. Do I really want to know the extent of Christian’s depravity? It’s so daunting. I take a deep breath, and with my heart in my throat, I rip open the envelope.

  There are several papers inside the envelope. I fish them out, my heart still pounding, and I sit back on my bed and begin to read.

  CONTRACT

  Made this day_________ of 2011 (“The Commencement Date”)

  BETWEEN

  MR. CHRISTIAN GREY of 301 Escala, Seattle, WA 98889

  (“The Dominant”)

  MISS ANASTASIA STEELE of 1114 SW Green Street, Apartment 7, Haven Heights, Vancouver, WA 98888

  (“The Submissive”)

  THE PARTIES AGREE AS FOLLOWS

  1 The following are the terms of a binding contract between the Dominant and the Submissive.

  FUNDAMENTAL TERMS

  2 The fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow the Submissive to explore her sensuality and her limits safely, with due respect and regard for her needs, her limits and her wellbeing.

  3 The Dominant and the Submissive agree and acknowledge that all that occurs under the terms of this contract will be consensual, confidential, and subject to the agreed limits and safety procedures set out in this contract. Additional limits and safety procedures may be agreed in writing.

  4 The Dominant and the Submissive each warrant that they suffer from no sexual, serious, infectious or life-threatening illnesses including but not limited to HIV, Her-pes and Hepatitis. If during the Term (as defined below) or any extended term of this contract either party should be diagnosed with or become aware of any such illness he or she undertakes to inform the other immediately and in any event prior to any form of physical contact between the parties.

  5 Adherence to the above warranties, agreements and undertakings (and any additional limits and safety procedures agreed under clause 3 above) are fundamental to this contract. Any breach shall render it void with immediate effect and each party agrees to be fully responsible to the other for the consequence of any breach.

  6 Everything in this contract must be read and interpreted in the light of the fundamental purpose and the fundamental terms set out in clauses 2-5 above.

  ROLES

  7 The Dominant shall take responsibility for the wellbeing and the proper training, guidance, and discipline of the Submissive. He shall decide the nature of such training, guidance, and discipline and the time and place of its administration, subject to the agreed terms, limitations and safety procedures set out in this contract or agreed additionally under clause 3 above.

  8 If at any time the Dominant should fail to keep to the agreed terms, limitations and safety procedures set out in this contract or agreed additionally under clause 3 above the Submissive is entitled to terminate this contract forthwith and to leave the service of the Dominant without notice.

  9 Subject to that proviso and to clauses 2-5 above the Submissive is to serve and obey the Dominant in all things. Subject to the agreed terms, limitations and safety procedures set out in this contract or agreed additionally under clause 3 above she shall without query or hesitation offer the Dominant such pleasure as he may require and she shall accept without query or hesitation his training, guidance and discipline in whatever form it may take.

  COMMENC
EMENT AND TERM

  10 The Dominant and Submissive enter into this contract on The Commencement Date fully aware of its nature and undertake to abide by its conditions without exception.

  11 This contract shall be effective for a period of three Calendar Months from The Commencement Date (“The Term”). On the expiry of The Term the parties shall discuss whether this contract and the arrangements they have made under this contract are satisfactory and whether the needs of each party have been met. Either party may propose the extension of this contract subject to adjustments to its terms, or to the arrangements they have made under it. In the absence of agreement to such extension this contract shall terminate and both parties shall be free to resume their lives separately.

  AVAILABILITY

  12 The Submissive will make herself available to the Dominant from Friday evenings through to Sunday afternoons each week during the Term at times to be specified by the Dominant (“the Allotted Times”). Further allocated time can be mutually agreed on an ad hoc basis.

  13 The Dominant reserves the right to dismiss the Submissive from his service at any time and for any reason. The Submissive may request her release at any time, such request to be granted at the discretion of the Dominant subject only to the Submissive’s rights under clauses 2-5 and 8 above.

  LOCATION

  14 The Submissive will make herself available during the Allotted Times and agreed additional times at locations to be determined by the Dominant. The Dominant will ensure that all travel costs incurred by the Submissive for that purpose are met by the Dominant.