Chapter 249


    I lock the filing cab and check the time.


    It’ste, and Ana is dozing when I slip into bed and pull her into my arms. She mumbles something


    unintelligible while I breathe in her soothing scent and close my eyes.


    My dream catcher.


    Monday, September 19, 2011


    Ana is curled up beside me, still out for the count. It’s 7:16 a.m. I’m normally up earlier, but thest few


    days have taken a toll on me, too. It could also be the workout I did yesterday. Not only did I go for a


    run, but I did two circuits of the gym and an hour’s hard rowing. I smile at the ceiling while I


    contemte going for another run this morning. I have all this excess energy.


    Perhaps I should let Ana have her wicked way with me.


    The thought is appealing.


    Fuck.


    Too appealing.


    Taking a deep breath, I bring my wayward body to heel, grab my phone, and ease myself out of bed.


    Maybe I’lle back when she’s awake. Right now, I’m hungry.


    “Good morning, Mr. Grey.” Gail is in the kitchen; if she’s surprised that I’m still in my pajamas, she


    doesn’t give anything away. She moves straight to the Gaggia to make my coffee.


    “Good morning, Mrs. Jones.”


    “How’s Mrs. Grey this morning?”


    “Still asleep.”


    She nods with a satisfied smile. “What can I get you?”


    “An omelet. Please.”


    “Bacon, mushroom, and cheese?”


    “Sounds great.” She slides over a cup of freshly brewed coffee.


    I start leafing through The Seattle Times, d that my wife isn’t on the front page, and wonder what


    Ana and I will do today, when I spot the real estate section.


    Of course!


    “Gail.” I get her attention once more. “Depending on how Ana’s feeling, I thought we might go out to the


    new houseter. Could you rustle up a pic for us?”


    “It would be a pleasure, sir. I’ll ask Taylor to take it down to the R8 when it’s ready.”


    “Thank you.”


    I call Andrea to inform her I’m noting into the office and ask her to reschedule any of today’s


    meetings. She’s unfazed. “Yes, Mr. Grey. How is Mrs. Grey?” she asks tentatively.


    “Much improved. Thank you.”


    “That’s good to hear.”


    “I’ll be on my cell today, if you need me.”


    My omelet is everything that I hoped it would be. I am happily eating when I look up. Ana has appeared


    in the doorway. She looks well rested; the bruise on her cheek has faded but she’s fully dressed, as if


    she’s going out somewhere. She’s wearing a skirt that borders on indecent—she’s all legs and high


    fuck-me heels. I lose my train of thought.


    “Good morning, Mrs. Grey. Going somewhere?” I’m hoarse.


    “Work.” She throws me a smile that illuminates the room.


    I scoff at her audacity. “I don’t think so. Dr. Singh said a week off.”


    “Christian, I’m not spending the day lounging in bed on my own.” She shes me a quick, heated look,


    which I feel in all the right ces. “So, I may as well go to work. Good morning, Gail.”


    “Mrs. Grey.” Mrs. Jones ttens her lips, attempting to hide her amusement. “Would you like some


    breakfast?”


    “Please.”


    “Gran?”


    “I’d prefer scrambled eggs with whole-wheat toast.”


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    “Very good, Mrs. Grey,” Gail replies, with a broad grin.


    “Ana, you are not going to work.” I’m amused that she thinks she should.


    “But—”


    “No. It’s simple. Don’t argue.” I’m your boss’s boss, and the answer is no.


    She narrows her eyes, but her re bes a frown as she scrutinizes my attire. “Are you going to


    work?”


    I shake my head and nce down at my pajama pants. “No.”


    “It is Monday, right?”


    I grin. “Last time I looked.”


    “Are you ying hooky?” From her tone, I think she’s intrigued and slightly incredulous.


    “I’m not leaving you here on your own to get into trouble. And Dr. Singh said it would be a week before


    you could go back to work. Remember?”


    She sits down on the barstool beside me, her skirt riding up higher, exposing her upper thighs, and I


    lose my train of thought…again. “You look good,” I murmur, and she crosses her legs. “Very good.


    Especially here.” I cannot resist running my finger across the exposed skin between her stocking tops


    and the hem of her skirt. “This skirt is very short,” I murmur.


    I can’t keep my eyes off your legs, Mrs. Grey.


    I’m not sure I approve.


    “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” Ana waves a nonchnt hand.


    Yanking my gaze away from her legs, I look her in the eye. Her cheeks color; she’s such a hopeless


    liar. “Really, Mrs. Grey?” I raise a brow. “I’m not sure this look is suitable for the workce.”


    “Well, since I’m not going to work, that’s a moot point,” she says stiffly.


    “Moot?”


    “Moot,” she mouths, and I hide my smile.


    There’s that word again. I take another bite of my omelet. “I have a better idea.”


    “You do?”


    My eyes meet hers, and suddenly it’s there, that look I know so well—her desire responding to mine.


    The air between us sparks with our own special electricity.


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