Fifty Shades Darker (Fifty Shades #2)(102)
Author: E.L. James

"Yes, Anastasia, I understand but Jack was always a champion of your abilities. He had high hopes for you."

I stop breathing. He had high hopes of getting me on my back, sure.

"Here’s a detailed job description. Have a good look through it, and we can discuss it later today."

"But – "

"Please, I know this is sudden, but you’ve already made contact with Jack’s key authors. Your chapter notes haven’t gone unnoticed by the other commissioning editors. You have a shrewd mind, Anastasia. We all think you can do it."

"Okay." This is unreal.

"Look, think about it. In the meantime, you can take Jack’s office."

She stands, effectively dismissing me, and holds out her hand. I shake it in a complete daze."I’m glad he’s gone," she whispers and a haunted look crosses her face. Holy shit.

What did he do to her?

Back at my desk, I grab my Blackberry and call Christian.

He answers on the second ring. "Anastasia. You okay?" he asks concerned.

"They’ve just given me Jack’s job to mind, temporarily," I blurt out.

"You’re kidding," he whispers, shocked.

"Did you have anything to do with this?" My voice is sharper than I mean it to be.

"No – no, not at all. I mean, with all due respect, Anastasia, you’ve only been there for a week or so – and I don’t mean that unkindly."

"I know." I frown. "Apparently Jack really rated me."

"Did he now?" Christian’s tone is frosty and then he sighs.

"Well, baby, if they think you can do it, I’m sure you can. Congratulations. Perhaps we should celebrate after we’ve seen Flynn."

"Hmm. Are you sure you had nothing to do with this?"

He is silent for a moment, and then he says in a low menacing voice. "Do you doubt me? It angers me that you do."

I swallow. Boy, he gets mad so easily. "I’m sorry," I breathe, chastened.

"If you need anything, let me know. I’ll be here. And Anastasia?"

"What?"

"Use your Blackberry," he adds tersely.

"Yes, Christian."

He doesn’t hang up as I expect him to but takes a deep breath.

"I mean it. If you need me, I’m here." His words are much softer, conciliatory. Oh, he’s so mercurial… his mood swings are like a metronome set at presto.

"Okay," I murmur. "I’d better go. I have to move offices."

"If you need me. I mean it," he murmurs.

"I know, thank you, Christian. I love you."

I sense his grin at the other end of the phone. I’ve won him back.

"I love you, too, baby." Oh, will I ever tire of him saying those words to me?

"I’ll talk to you later."

"Laters, baby."

I hang up and glance at Jack’s office. My office. Holy cow – Anastasia Steele, Acting Commissioning Editor. Who would have thought? I should ask for more money.

What would Jack think if he knew? I shudder at the thought and wonder idly how he’s spent his morning, not in New York as he expected. I stroll into his – my office – sit down at the desk, and start reading the job description.

At twelve thirty, Elizabeth buzzes me.

"Ana, we need you in a meeting at one o’clock in the boardroom. Jerry Roach and Kay Bestie will be there – you know, the company president and vice president? All the commissioning editors will be attending."

Shit!

"Do I need to prepare anything?"

"No, this is just an informal gathering we do once a month. Lunch will be provided."

"I’ll be there." I hang up.

Holy shit! I check through the current roster of Jack’s authors. Yes, I’ve pretty much got those nailed. I have the five manuscripts he’s championing, plus two more, which should really be considered for publication. I take a deep breath – I cannot believe it’s lunchtime already. The day has flown by, and I’m loving it. There has been so much to absorb this morning. A ping from my calendar announces an appointment.

Oh no – Mia! In all the excitement I have forgotten about our lunch. I fish out my Blackberry and try frantically to find her phone number.

My phone buzzes.

"It’s him, in reception." Claire’s voice is hushed.

"Who?" For a moment, I think it might be Christian.

"The blond god."

"Ethan?"

Oh, what does he want? I immediately feel guilty for not having called him.

Ethan, dressed in a checked blue shirt, white T-shirt, and jeans, beams at me when I appear.

"Wow! You look hot, Steele," he says, nodding appreciatively. He gives me a quick hug."Is everything okay?" I ask.

He frowns. "Everything’s fine, Ana. I just wanted to see you. I’ve not heard from you in a while, and I wanted to check how Mr. Mogul was treating you."

I flush and can’t help my smile.

"Okay!" Ethan exclaims, holding up his hands. "I can tell by the secret smile. I don’t want to know any more. I came by on the off chance you could do lunch. I’m enrolling at Seattle for psych courses in September. For my master’s."

"Oh Ethan. So much has happened. I have a ton to tell you, but right now, I can’t. I have a meeting." An idea hits me hard. "And I wonder if you can do me a really, really, really big favor?" I clasp my hands together in supplication.

"Sure," he says, bemused by my pleading.

"I’m supposed to be having lunch with Christian and Elliot’s sister – but I can’t get hold of her, and this meeting’s just been sprung on me. Please will you take her for lunch?

Please?"

"Aw, Ana! I don’t want to babysit some brat."

"Please, Ethan." I give him the biggest-bluest-longest-eye-lashed look that I can manage. He rolls his eyes and I know I’ve got him.

"You’ll cook me something?" he mutters.

"Sure, whatever, whenever."

"So where is she?"

"She’s due here now." And as if on cue, I hear her voice.

"Ana!" she calls from the front door.

We both turn, and there she is – all curvaceous and tall with her sleek black bob –

wearing a short mint-green minidress and matching high-heeled pumps with straps around her slim ankles. She looks stunning.

"The brat?" he whispers, gaping at her.

"Yes. The brat that needs babysitting," I whisper back. "Hi, Mia." I give her a quick hug as she stares rather blatantly at Ethan.

"Mia – this is Ethan, Kate’s brother."

He nods, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Mia blinks several times as she gives him her hand.

"Delighted to meet you," Ethan murmurs smoothly and Mia blinks again – silent for once. She blushes.