Chapter 11


    I p her down.


    "Don''t you have a family dinner or something for your brother?"


    "That''s tomorrow."


    "Maybe some other time, Paul. I need to study tonight. I have my finals next week."


    "Ana, one of these days, you''ll say yes," he smiles as I escape out to the store floor.


    "But I do ces, Ana, not people," Jose groans.


    "Jose, please?" I beg. Clutching my cell, I pace the living area of our apartment, staring out of the


    window at the fading evening light.


    "Give me that phone." Kate grabs the handset from me, tossing her silken red-blonde hair over her


    shoulder.


    "Listen here, Jose Rodriquez, if you want our newspaper to cover the opening of your show, you''ll do


    this shoot for us tomorrow, capiche?" Kate can be awesomely tough.


    "Good. Ana will call back with the location and the call time. We''ll see you tomorrow." She snaps my


    cell phone shut.


    "Sorted. All we need to do now is decide where and when. Call him." She holds the phone out to me.


    My stomach twists.


    "Call Grey, now!"


    I scowl at her and reach into my back pocket for his business card. I take a deep, steadying breath, and


    with shaking fingers, I dial the number.


    He answers on the second ring. His tone is clipped, calm and cold.


    "Grey."


    "Err... Mr. GreyIt''s Anastasia Steele." I don''t recognize my own voice, I''m so nervous. There''s a brief


    pause. Inside I''m quaking.


    "Miss Steele. How nice to hear from you." His voice has changed. He''s surprised, I think, and he


    sounds so... warm - seductive even. My breath hitches, and I flush. I''m suddenly conscious that


    Katherine Kavanagh is staring at me, her mouth open, and I dart into the kitchen to avoid her unwanted


    scrutiny.


    "Err - we''d like to go ahead with the photo-shoot for the article." Breathe, Ana, breathe.


    My lungs drag in a hasty breath. "Tomorrow, if that''s okay. Where would be convenient for you, sir?"


    I can almost hear his sphinx-like smile through the phone.


    "I''m staying at the Heathman in Pornd. Shall we say, nine thirty tomorrow morning?""Okay, we''ll see


    you there." I am all gushing and breathy - like a child, not a grown woman who can vote and drink


    legally in the State of Washington.


    "I look forward to it, Miss Steele." I visualize the wicked gleam in his gray eyes. How can he make


    seven little words hold so much tantalizing promise I hang up. Kate is in the kitchen, and she''s staring


    at me with a look ofplete and utter consternation on her face.


    "Anastasia Rose Steele. You like him! I''ve never seen or heard you so, so... affected by anyone before.


    You''re actually blushing." Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    "Oh Kate, you know I blush all the time. It''s an upational hazard with me. Don''t be so ridiculous," I


    snap. She blinks at me with surprise - I very rarely throw my toys out of the pram - and I briefly relent. "I


    just find him... intimidating, that''s all."


    "Heathman, that figures," mutters Kate. "I''ll give the manager a call and negotiate a space for the


    shoot."


    "I''ll make supper. Then I need to study." I cannot hide my irritation with her as I open one of cupboards


    to make supper.


    I am restless that night, tossing and turning. Dreaming of smoky gray eyes, coveralls, long legs, long


    fingers, and dark, dark unexplored ces. I wake twice in the night, my heart pounding. Oh, I''m going


    to look just great tomorrow with so little sleep, I scold myself. I punch my pillow and try to settle.


    The Heathman is nestled in the downtown heart of Pornd. Its impressive brown stone edifice was


    Kate is in her CLK, since we can''t all fit in my car. Travis is Jose''s friend and gopher, here to help out


    with the lighting. Kate has managed to acquire the use of a room at the Heathman free of charge for


    the morning in exchange for a credit in the article. When she exins at reception that we''re here to


    photograph Christian Grey CEO, we are instantly upgraded to a suite. Just a regr-sized suite,


    however, as apparently Mr. Grey is already upying thergest one in the building. An over-keen


    marketing executive shows us up to the suite - he''s terribly young and very nervous for some reason.


    I suspect it''s Kate''s beauty andmanding manner that disarms him, because he''s putty in her


    hands. The rooms are elegant, understated, and opulently furnished.


    It''s nine. We have half an hour to set up. Kate is in full flow.


    "Jose, I think we''ll shoot against that wall, do you agree?" She doesn''t wait for his reply. "Travis, clear


    the chairs. Ana, could you ask housekeeping to bring up some refresh-mentsAnd let Grey know where


    we are."


    Yes, Mistress. She is so domineering. I roll my eyes, but do as I''m told.


    Half an hourter, Christian Grey walks into our suite.


    Holy Crap! He''s wearing a white shirt, open at the cor, and grey nnel pants that hang from his hips.


    His unruly hair is still damp from a shower. My mouth goes dry looking at him... he''s so freaking hot.


    Grey is followed into the suite by a man in his mid-thirties, all buzz-cut and stubble in a sharp dark suit


    and tie who stands silently in the corner. His hazel eyes watch us impassively.


    "Miss Steele, we meet again." Grey extends his hand, and I shake it, blinking rapidly.


    Oh my... he really is, quite... wow. As I touch his hand, I''m aware of that delicious current running right


    through me, lighting me up, making me blush, and I''m sure my erratic breathing must be audible.


    "Mr. Grey, this is Katherine Kavanagh," I mutter, waving a hand toward Kate whoes forward,


    looking him squarely in the eye.


    "The tenacious Miss Kavanagh. How do you do?" He gives her a small smile, looking genuinely


    amused. "I trust you''re feeling betterAnastasia said you were unwellst week."


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