Chapter 91


    Oh my, the feeling is just exquisite, and I catch my breath. I''m wearing the underwear that Taylor


    bought for me. I flush at the thought of his buzz-cut roaming the aisles of Agent Provocateur or


    wherever he bought it. The doors open, and I''m facing the foyer of apartment number one.


    Taylor stands at the double doors as I step out of the elevator.


    "Good afternoon, Miss Steele," he says.


    "Oh please call me, Ana."


    "Ana," he smiles.


    "Mr. Grey is expecting you."


    I bet he is.


    Christian is seated on his living room couch reading the Sunday papers. He nces up as Taylor


    directs me into the living area. The room is exactly as I remember it - it''s been a whole week since I''ve


    been here - but it feels so much longer. Christian looks cool and calm - actually, he looks heavenly.


    He''s in a loose white linen shirt and jeans, no shoes or socks. His hair is tousled and unkempt, and his


    gray eyes twinkle wickedly at me. He is jaw-droppingly handsome. He rises and strolls towards me, an


    amused appraising smile on his beautiful sculptured lips.


    I stand immobilized at the entrance of the room, paralyzed by his beauty and the sweet anticipation of


    what''s toe. The familiar charge between us is there, sparking slowly in my belly, drawing me to


    him.


    "Hmm... that dress," he murmurs approvingly as he gazes down at me. "Wee back, Miss Steele,"


    he whispers, and sping my chin, he leans down and proffers a gentle light kiss on my lips. The touch


    of his lips to mine reverberates throughout my body. My breath hitches.


    "Hi," I whisper as I flush.


    "You''re on time. I like punctual. Come." He takes my hand and leads me to the couch. "I wanted to


    show you something," he says as we sit. He hands me the Seattle Times. On page eight, there''s a


    photograph of the two of us together at the graduation ceremony. Holy crap. I''m in the paper. I check


    the caption.


    Christian Grey and friend at the graduation ceremony at WSU Vancouver.


    Iugh.


    "So I''m your ''friend'' now."


    "So it would appear. And it''s in the newspaper, so it must be true." He smirks.


    Sitting beside me, his whole body is turned toward me, one of his legs tucked under the other.


    Reaching over, he tucks my hair behind my ear with his long index finger. My bodyes alive at his


    touch, waiting and needful.


    "So, Anastasia, you have a much better idea of what I''m about since you werest here."


    "Yes." Where''s he going with this?


    "And yet you''ve returned."


    I nod shyly, and his gray eyes ze. He shakes his head slightly as if he''s struggling with the idea.


    "Have you eaten?" he asks out of the blue.


    Shit.


    "No."


    "Are you hungry?" He''s really trying not to look annoyed.


    "Not for food," I whisper, and his nostrils re slightly in reaction.


    He leans forward and whispers in my ear.


    "You are as eager as ever, Miss Steele, and just to let you into a little secret, so am I.


    But Dr. Greene is due here shortly." He sits up. "I wish you''d eat," he scolds me mildly.


    My heated blood cools. Holy cow - the doctor. I''d forgotten.


    "What can you tell me about Dr. Greene?" I ask to distract us both.


    "She''s the best Ob/Gyn in Seattle. What more can I say?" He shrugs.


    "I thought I was seeing your doctor, and don''t tell me you''re really a woman, because I won''t believe


    you."


    He gives me a don''t-be-ridiculous look.


    "I think it''s more appropriate that you see a specialist. Don''t you?" he says mildly.


    I nod. Holy Moses, if she''s the best Ob/Gyn, he''s scheduled her to see me on a Sunday


    - at lunchtime! I cannot begin to imagine how much that costs. Christian frowns suddenly as if recalling


    something unpleasant.


    "Anastasia, my mother would like you toe to dinner this evening. I believe Elliot is asking Kate too.


    I don''t know how you feel about that. It will be odd for me to introduce you to my family."


    OddWhy?


    "Are you ashamed of me?" I can''t keep the wounded hurt out of my voice.


    "Of course not." He rolls his eyes at me.


    "Why is it odd?"


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    "Because I''ve never done it before."


    "Why are you allowed to roll your eyes, and I''m not?"


    He blinks at me.


    "I wasn''t aware that I was."


    "Neither am I usually," I snap at him.


    Christian res at me, speechless. Taylor appears at the doorway.


    "Dr. Greene is here, Sir."


    "Show her up to Miss Steele''s room."


    Miss Steele''s room!


    "Ready for some contraception?" he asks as he stands and holds out his hand to me.


    "You''re not going toe as well are you?" I gasp, shocked.


    Heughs.


    "I''d pay very good money to watch, believe me, Anastasia, but I don''t think the good doctor would


    approve."


    I take his hand, and he pulls me up into his arms and kisses me deeply. I clutch on to his arms, taken


    by surprise. His hand is in my hair holding my head, and he pulls me against him, his forehead against


    mine.


    "I''m so d you''re here," he whispers. "I can''t wait to get you naked."


    Chapter Eighteen


    Dr. Greene is tall, blond, and immacte, dressed in a royal blue suit. I''m reminded of the women who


    work in Christian''s office. She''s like an identikit model - another Stepford blonde. Her long hair is swept


    up in an elegant chignon. She must be in her early forties.


    "Mr. Grey." She shakes Christian''s outstretched hand.


    "Thank you foring at such short notice," Christian says.


    "Thank you for making it worth my while, Mr. Grey. Miss Steele." She smiles, her eyes cool and


    assessing.


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