Chapter 16


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    Fred’s revised proposal for Kavanagh Media is open on my desktop, but I’m preupied and finding it hard to


    concentrate. Time is moving on and I’ve not heard from Anastasia; as ever, I’m waiting for Miss Steele. I check my


    e-mail once more.


    Nothing.


    I check my phone for texts.


    Nothing.


    What’s keeping her? I hope it’s not her boss.


    There’s a knock on my door.


    What now?


    “Come in.”


    Andrea’s recement pokes her head around the door and, ping, there’s an e-mail, but it’s not from Ana.


    “What?” I bark, trying to remember the woman’s name.


    She’s unfazed. “I’m just about to leave, Mr. Grey. Mr. Taylor left this for you.” She holds up an envelope.


    “Just leave it on the console there.”


    “Do you need me for anything else?”


    “No. Go. Thanks.” I give her a thin smile.


    “Have a good weekend then, sir,” she offers, simpering.


    Oh, I fully intend to.


    I dismiss her, but she doesn’t leave. She pauses for a moment, and I realize she’s expecting something from me.


    What?


    “I’ll see you Monday,” she says with an annoying, nervous giggle.


    “Yes. Monday. Shut the door behind you.”


    Looking a little crestfallen, she does as she’s told.


    What was that about?


    I pick up the envelope from the console. It’s the key to Ana’s Audi, and written in Taylor’s tidy hand are the words:


    Parked in allocated parking space at rear of apartment building.


    Back at my desk, I turn my attention to my e-mails, and finally there’s one from Ana. I grin like the Cheshire Cat.


    * * *


    From: Anastasia Steele


    Subject: You’ll Fit Right In


    Date: June 10 2011 17:36


    To: Christian Grey


    We are going to a bar called Fifty’s.


    The rich seam of humor that I could mine from this is endless.


    I look forward to seeing you there, Mr. Grey.


    A. x


    Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Is this a reference to fifty shades?


    Weird. Is she making fun of me?


    Okay. Let’s have some fun with this.


    * * *


    From: Christian Grey


    Subject: Hazards


    Date: June 10 2011 17:38


    To: Anastasia Steele


    Mining is a very, very dangerous upation.


    Christian Grey


    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.


    Let’s see what she makes of that.


    * * *


    From: Anastasia Steele


    Subject: Hazards?


    Date: June 10 2011 17:40


    To: Christian Grey


    And your point is?


    So obtuse, Anastasia? That’s not like you. But I don’t want to fight.


    * * *


    From: Christian Grey


    Subject: Merely…


    Date: June 10 2011 17:42


    To: Anastasia Steele


    Making an observation, Miss Steele.


    I’ll see you shortly.


    Sooners rather thanters, baby.


    Christian Grey


    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.


    Now that she’s been in contact, I rx and concentrate on the Kavanagh proposal. It’s good. I send it back to Fred


    and tell him to send it on to Kavanagh. Idly I specte whether Kavanagh Media might be ripe for a takeover. It’s


    a thought. I wonder what Ros and Marco would say. I shelve the idea for now and head down to the lobby, texting


    Taylor to let him know where I’m meeting Ana.


    50’S IS A SPORTS bar. It’s vaguely familiar, and I realize I’ve been here before with Elliot. But then Elliot is a jock,


    a real guy’s guy, who’s the life and soul of any party. This is his type of ce, a shrine to team sports. I was too


    hotheaded to y on a team at any of my schools. I preferred more solitary pursuits like sculling and full-contact


    sports like kickboxing, where I could kick the shit out of someone…or have the shit kicked out of me.


    Inside, it’s crowded with young office workers starting their weekends with a quick drink or five, and it takes me


    only two seconds to spot her by the bar.


    Ana.


    And he’s there. Hyde. Crowding her.


    Asshole.


    Her shoulders are tense. She’s obviously ufortable.


    Fuck him.


    With great effort I keep my walk casual, trying to maintain my cool. When I’m by her side, I drape my arm over her


    shoulder and pull her toward me, freeing her from his unwanted advances.


    I kiss her, just behind her ear. “Hello, baby,” I whisper into her hair. She melts against me as the asshole stands


    taller, appraising me. I want to rip the “fuck you” expression off his rugged, smug face, but I deliberately ignore him


    to focus on my girl.


    Hey, baby. Is this guy bothering you?


    She beams at me. Eyes shining, lips moist, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She’s wearing the blue blouse


    that Taylor bought her, and itplements her eyes and skin. Leaning in, I kiss her. Her cheeks color, but she


    turns to the asshole who’s taken the hint and stepped back a little.


    “Jack, this is Christian. Christian, Jack,” she says, waving between us.


    “I’m the boyfriend,” I state, so there’s no confusion, and hold out my hand to Hyde.


    See. I can y nice.


    “I’m the boss,” he responds as we shake. His grip is tight, so I tighten mine.


    Keep your hands off my girl.


    “Ana did mention an ex-boyfriend,” he says, with a patronizing drawl.


    “Well, no longer ex.” I give him a slight fuck-off smile. “Come on, baby, time to go.”


    “Please, stay and join us for a drink,” Hyde says, emphasizing the word “us.”


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