Chapter 55


    I flush at the memory of his hands and his mouth on me, his body inside mine. Closing my eyes, I feel


    the familiar delicious pull of my muscles from deep, deep down. I want to do that again and again.


    Maybe if I just sign up for the sex... would he go with thatI suspect not.


    Am I submissiveMaybe Ie across that way. Maybe I misled him in the interview. I''m shy, yes... but


    submissiveI let Kate bully me - is that the sameAnd those soft limits, jeez. My mind boggles, but I''m


    reassured that they are up for discussion.


    I wander back to my bedroom. This is too much to think about. I need a clear head - a fresh morning


    approach to the problem. I put the offending documents back in my satchel.


    Tomorrow... tomorrow is another day. mbering into bed, I switch off the light and lie staring up at the


    ceiling. Oh, I wish I''d never met him. My inner goddess shakes her head at me. She and I know it''s a


    lie. I have never felt as alive as I do now.


    I close my eyes, and I drift into a heavy sleep with asional dreams of four-poster beds and shackles


    and intense gray eyes.


    Kate wakes me the next day.


    "Ana, I''ve been calling you. You must have been out cold."


    My eyes reluctantly open. She''s not just up - she''s been for a run. I nce at my rm. It''s eight in the


    morning. Holy Moses, I''ve slept for a solid nine hours.


    "What is it?" I mumble sleepily.


    "There''s a man here with a delivery for you. You have to sign for it."


    "What?"


    "Come on. It''s big. It looks interesting." She hops from foot to foot excitedly and bounds back into the


    living area. I mber out of bed and grab my dressing gown hanging on the back of my door. A smart


    young man with a ponytail is standing in our living room sping arge box.


    "Hi," I mumble.


    "I''ll make you some tea." Kate scuttles off to the kitchen.


    "Miss Steele?"


    And I immediately know whom the parcel is from.


    "Yes," I answer cautiously.


    "I have a package for you here, but I have to set it up and show you how to use it."


    "ReallyAt this time?"


    "Only following orders, ma''am." He smiles in a charming but professional he''s-not-taking-any-crap way.


    Did he just call me ma''am Have I aged ten years overnightIf I have, it''s that contract. My mouth puckers


    in disgust.


    "Okay, what is it?"


    "It''s a MacBook Pro."


    "Of course it is." I roll my eyes .


    "These aren''t avable in the shops yet, ma''am, the verytest from Apple."


    Howe that does not surprise meI sigh heavily.


    "Just set it up on the dining table over there."


    I wander into the kitchen to join Kate.


    "What is it?" she says inquisitive, bright eyed and bushy tailed. She''s slept well too.


    "It''s aptop from Christian."


    "Why''s he sent you aptopYou know you can use mine," she frowns.


    Not for what he has in mind.


    "Oh, it''s only on loan. He wanted me to try it out." My excuse sounds feeble. But Kate nods her assent.


    Oh my... I have hoodwinked Katherine Kavanagh. A first. She hands me my tea.


    The Macptop is sleek and silver and rather beautiful. It has a veryrge screen.


    Christian Grey likes scale - I think of his living area, in fact, his whole apartment.


    "It''s got thetest OS and a full suite of programs, plus a one-point-five terabyte hard drive so you''ll


    have plenty of room, thirty-two gigs of RAM - what are you nning to use it for?


    "Uh... email."


    "Email!" he chokes, bemused, raising his eyebrows with a slightly sick look on his face."And maybe


    Inte research?" I shrug apologetically.


    He sighs.


    "Well, this has full wireless N, and I''ve set it up with your Me ount details. This baby is all ready to


    go, practically anywhere on the." He looks longingly at it.


    "Me ount?"


    "Your new email address. "


    I have an email address?


    He points to an icon on the screen and continues to talk at me but it''s like white noise.


    I haven''t got a clue what he''s saying, and in all honestly, I''m not interested. Just tell me how to switch it


    on and off - I''ll figure out the rest. After all, I''ve been using Kate''s for four years. Kate whistles,


    impressed when she sees it.


    "This is next-generation tech." She raises her eyebrows at me. "Most women get flowers or maybe


    jewelry," she says suggestively, trying to suppress a smile.


    I scowl at her but can''t keep a straight face. We both burst into a fit of giggles, andputer man


    gapes at us, bemused. He finishes up and asks me to sign the delivery note.


    As Kate shows him out, I sit with my cup of tea, open the email program, and sitting there waiting for


    me is an email from Christian. My heart leaps into my mouth. I have an email from Christian Grey.


    Nervously, I open it.


    From: Christian Grey


    Subject: Your New Computer


    Date: May 22 2011 23:15


    Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    To: Anastasia Steele


    Dear Miss Steele


    I trust you slept well. I hope that you put thisptop to good use, as discussed.


    I look forward to dinner, Wednesday.


    Happy to answer any questions before then, via email, should you so desire.


    Christian Grey


    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.


    I hit reply.


    From: Anastasia Steele


    Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)


    Date: May 23 2011 08:20


    To: Christian Grey


    I slept very well thank you - for some strange reason - Sir.


    I understood that thisputer was on loan, ergo not mine.


    Ana


    Almost instantaneously there is a response.


    From: Christian Grey


    Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)


    Date: May 23 2011 08:22


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