Fifty Shades of Grey (Fifty Shades #1)(34)
Author: E.L. James

"He’s complicated, Kate. You know – he inhabits a very different world to mine."

Great excuse. Believable too. Much better than – he’s got a Red Room of Pain, and he wants to make me his sex slave.

"Oh please, don’t let this be about money, Ana. Elliot said it’s very unusual for Christian to date anyone."

"Did he?" My voice hitches up several octaves.

Too obvious, Steele! My subconscious glares at me, wagging her long skinny finger, then morphs into the scales of justice to remind me he could sue if I disclose too much.

Ha… what’s he going to do – take all my money I must remember to Google ‘penalties for breaching a non-disclosure agreement’ while I’m doing the rest of my ‘research’. It’s like I’ve been given a school assignment. Maybe I’ll be graded. I flush, remembering my A for this morning’s bath experiment.

"Ana, what is it?"

"I’m just remembering something Christian said."

"You look different," Kate says fondly.

"I feel different. Sore," I confess.

"Sore?"

"A little." I flush.

"Me too. Men," she says in mock disgust. "They’re animals." We both laugh.

"You’re sore?" I exclaim.

"Yes… overuse."

I giggle.

"Tell me about Elliot the over-user," I ask when I’ve stopped giggling. Oh, I can feel myself relaxing for the first time since I was in line at the bar… before the phone call that started all this – when I was admiring Mr. Grey from afar. Happy uncomplicated days.

Kate blushes. Oh my… Katherine Agnes Kavanagh goes all Anastasia Rose Steele on me. She gives me a dewy-eyed look. I’ve never seen her react this way to a man before.

My jaw drops to the floor. Where’s Kate, what have you done with her?

"Oh, Ana," she gushes. "He’s just so… Everything. And when we… oh… really good." She can hardly string a sentence together she’s got it so bad.

"I think you’re trying to tell me that you like him."

She nods, grinning like a lunatic.

"And I’m seeing him on Saturday. He’s going to help us move." She clasps her hands together, leaps up off the couch, and pirouettes to the window. Moving. Crap – I’d forgotten all about that, even with the packing cases surrounding us.

"That’s helpful of him," I say appreciatively. I can get to know him too. Perhaps he can give me more insight into his strange, disturbing brother.

"So what did you do last night?" I ask. She cocks her head at me and raises her eyebrows in a what-do-think-stupid-look.

"Pretty much what you did, though we had dinner first." She grins at me. "Are you okay reallyYou look kind of overwhelmed."

"I feel overwhelmed. Christian is very intense."

"Yeah, I could see how he could be. But he was good to you?"

"Yes," I reassure her. "I’m really hungry, shall I cook?"

She nods and picks up two more books to pack.

"What do you want to do with the fourteen thousand dollar books?" she asks.

"I’m going to return them to him."

"Really?"

"It’s a completely over-the-top gift. I can’t accept it, especially now." I grin at Kate, and she nods.

"I understand. A couple of letters came for you, and Jose has been calling every hour on the hour. He sounded desperate."

"I’ll call him," I mutter evasively. If I tell Kate about Jose, she’ll have him for breakfast. I collect the letters from the dining table and open them.

"Hey, I have interviews! The week after next, in Seattle, for intern placements!"

"For which publishing house?"

"For both of them!"

"I told you your GPA would open doors, Ana."

Kate, of course, already has an internship set up at the Seattle Times. Her father knows someone, who knows someone.

"How does Elliot feel about you going away?" I ask.

Kate wanders into the kitchen, and for the first time this evening, she’s disconsolate.

"He’s understanding. Part of me doesn’t want to go, but it’s tempting to lie in the sun for a couple of weeks. Besides, Mom is hanging in there, thinking this will be our last real family holiday before Ethan and I head off into the world of paid employment."

I have never left continental US. Kate is off to Barbados with her parents and her brother Ethan for two whole weeks. I’ll be Kateless in our new apartment. That will be weird. Ethan has been traveling the world since he graduated last year. I wonder briefly if I’ll see him before they go on vacation. He’s such a lovely guy. The phone rings, jolting me from my reverie.

"That’ll be Jose."

I sigh. I know I have to talk to him. I grab the phone.

"Hi."

"Ana, you’re back!" Jose shouts his relief at me.

"Obviously." Sarcasm drips from my voice, and I roll my eyes at the phone.

He’s silent for a moment.

"Can I see youI’m sorry about Friday night. I was drunk… and you… well. Ana –

please forgive me."

"Of course, I forgive you Jose. Just don’t do it again. You know I don’t feel like that about you."

He sighs heavily, sadly.

"I know, Ana. I just thought, if I kissed you, it might change how you feel."

"Jose, I love you dearly, you mean so much to me. You’re like the brother I never had.

That’s not going to change. You know that." I hate to let him down, but it’s the truth.

"So you’re with him now?" His tone is full of disdain.

"Jose, I’m not with anybody."

"But you spent the night with him."

"That’s none of your business!"

"Is it the money?"

"Jose! How dare you!" I shout, staggered by his audacity.

"Ana," he whines and apologizes simultaneously. I cannot deal with his petty jealousy now. I know he’s hurt, but my plate is overflowing dealing with Christian Grey.

"Maybe we can have a coffee or something tomorrow. I’ll call you." I am conciliatory.

He is my friend, and I’m very fond of him. But right now, I don’t need this.

"Tomorrow then. You’ll call?" The hope in his voice twists my heart.

"Yes… goodnight, Jose." I hang up, not waiting for his response.

"What was that all about?" Katherine demands, her hands on her hips. I decide honesty is the policy. She’s looking more intractable than ever.

"He made a pass at me on Friday."

"JoseAnd Christian GreyAna, your pheromones must be working overtime. What was the stupid fool thinking?" She shakes her head in disgust and returns to packing crates.

Forty-five minutes later, we pause our packing for the house specialty, my lasagna.

Kate opens a bottle of wine, and we sit amongst the boxes eating, quaffing cheap red wine, and watching crap TV. This is normality. It’s so grounding and welcome after the last forty-eight hours of… madness. I eat my first unhurried, no nagging, peaceful meal in that time. What is it about him and food Kate clears the dishes, and I finish packing up the living room. We are left with the couch, the TV, and the dining table. What more could we needJust the kitchen and our bedrooms left to pack up, and we have the rest of the week. Result!

The phone rings again. It’s Elliot. Kate winks at me and skips off to her bedroom like she’s fourteen. I know that she should be writing her Valedictorian speech, but it seems Elliot is more important. What is it about the Grey menWhat is it that makes them totally distracting, all-consuming, and irresistibleI take another slug of wine.

I flick through the TV channels, but deep down I know I’m procrastinating. Burning a bright red hole in the side of my purse is that contract. Do I have the strength and the wherewithal to read it tonight?

I put my head in my hands. Jose and Christian, they both want something from me.

Jose is easy to deal with. But Christian… Christian takes a whole different league of handling, of understanding. Part of me wants to run and hide. What am I going to doHis burning gray eyes and that intense smoldering stare come into my mind’s eye, and my body tightens at the thought. I gasp. He’s not even here, and I’m turned on. It just can’t be about sex, can itI recall his gentle banter this morning at breakfast, his joy at my delight with the helicopter ride, him playing the piano – the sweet soulful oh-so-sad music.

He’s such a complicated person. And now I have an insight as to why. A young man deprived of his adolescence, sexually abused by some evil Mrs. Robinson figure… no wonder he’s old before his time. My heart fills with sadness at the thought of what he must have been through. I’m too na?ve to know exactly what, but the research should shed some light. But do I really want to knowDo I want to explore this world I know nothing about?