Chapter 202


    “Mr. Grey. Thank you for seeing me today. Is four o’clock a good time?”


    “Sure. We’re at The Heathman.”


    “I’ll see you then.”


    Ana wanders into the waiting room. She looks serious.


    Is there a problem?


    “Okay,” I respond to rk, and hang up. “rk will be here at four this afternoon.”


    She frowns. “Okay. Ray wants coffee and doughnuts.”


    Iugh, not expecting that response. “I think I would, too, if I’d been in an ident. Ask Taylor to go.”


    “No, I’ll go.”


    “Take Taylor with you.”


    Ana rolls her eyes. “Okay.” She sounds like an exasperated teen.


    I smirk and cock my head to one side. “There’s no one here.”


    Her eyes widen a fraction as she catches my drift; her interest is clearly piqued. She sets her shoulders


    as if she’s going to challenge me and raises that stubborn Steele chin.


    A young couple enters the room behind her and the man has his arms around his weepingpanion.


    The woman is visibly distraught. Shit, something is seriously wrong.


    Ana’s eyes widen withpassion, then she turns to me and lifts a shoulder in regret.


    Oh. Maybe she was game for a spanking. The thought is appealing.


    Very appealing.


    Picking up myptop, I take her hand, and we head out of the room. “They need the privacy more than


    we do,” I mutter. “We’ll have our funter.”


    Taylor is outside, waiting in the car. “Let’s all go get coffee and doughnuts,” I say. We could use a treat.


    Ana returns my smile. “Voodoo Doughnut in Pornd. Best doughnuts in the world,” she says, and


    climbs into the back of the SUV.


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    Detective rk is punctual. Taylor shows him into our suite and he wanders in, looking as rumpled and


    curmudgeonly as ever. “Mr. Grey, Mrs. Grey, thank you for seeing me.”


    “Detective rk.” I shake his hand and direct him to sit down, then step over to join Ana on the sofa


    that I tied her tost night.


    “It’s Mrs. Grey I wish to see,” rk says, his tone a little abrasive, and I know he’s addressing Taylor


    and me.


    Oh. Now I definitely want to hear what he has to say.


    I nod to Taylor, who acknowledges my cue and leaves, closing the door behind him.


    “Anything you wish to say to my wife you can say in front of me.” If this is about Hyde, I’m not leaving


    my wife’s side.


    “Are you sure you’d like your husband to be present?” rk asks Ana.


    She looks puzzled. “Of course. I have nothing to hide. You are just interviewing me?”


    “Yes, ma’am.”


    “I’d like my husband to stay.”


    There. Told you so. I re at him, pleased that Ana has taken my side. I sit down beside her, trying to


    mask my simmering irritation.


    “All right,” murmurs rk. He coughs to clear his throat, and I wonder if he’s nervous. “Mrs. Grey, Mr.


    Hyde maintains that you sexually harassed him and made several lewd advances toward him.”


    What the fuck!


    Ana looks both shocked and amused at once. She ces her hand on my thigh, but it doesn’t stop me.


    “That’s preposterous,” I exim. Her fingernails dig into my leg—I suspect in an attempt to shut me up.


    “That’s not true.” Ana looks him squarely in the eye, the embodiment of serenity as she addresses


    rk. “In fact, it was the other way around. He propositioned me in a very aggressive manner, and he


    was fired.”


    rk’s mouth ttens, as if he’d been expecting this response. “Hyde alleges that you fabricated a tale


    about sexual harassment in order to get him fired. He says that you did this because he refused your


    advances and because you wanted his job.”


    Ana’s face twists in disgust. “That’s not true.”


    This is fucking absurd.


    “Detective, please don’t tell me you have driven all this way to harass my wife with these ridiculous


    usations.”


    rk graces me with a resigned look. “I need to hear this from Mrs. Grey, sir.” Ana grasps my thigh


    again, and I know she wants me to shut up.


    “You don’t have to listen to this shit, Ana.”


    “I think I should let Detective rk know what happened.” She pins me with bright blue eyes, imploring


    me to shut the fuck up.


    Okay, baby. Have it your way.


    Waving at her to continue, I endeavor to stay quiet and keep my temper in check. She folds her hands


    in herp and continues, “What Hyde says is simply not true.” Her voice rings calm and clear through


    the room. “Mr. Hyde osted me in the office kitchen one evening. He told me that it was thanks to


    him that I’d been hired, and that he expected sexual favors in return. He tried to ckmail me, using e-


    mails that I’d sent to Christian, who wasn’t my husband then. I didn’t know Hyde had been monitoring


    my e-mails. He’s delusional. He even used me of being a spy sent by Christian, presumably to help


    him take over thepany. He didn’t know that Christian had already bought SIP.” She shakes her


    head and knits her hands together. “In the end, I–I took him down.”


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