Anway, Grey tells Ana that he is not the man for her. She is of course totally surprised that he did not shove his tongue down her throat. After all, she was practically in an embrace with him after he so gallantly saved her from falling on her face, or ass, or whatever part of her body she was going to fall on.
"Thanks." I can't disguise the sarcasm in my voice. "Goodbye, Mr. Grey." I turn on my heel, vaguely amazed that I don't trip, and without giving him a second glance, I disappear down the sidewalk toward the underground garage.Something tells me, this is the only moment of dignity Ana is ever going to have in the entire trilogy. It actually is only one moment, as soon as she is in the garage, she turns into a puddle of tears and ends up in what sounds an awful lot like a fetal position. In the end, she chalks up his not wanting her to his *drumroll* good looks. Duh!
Now, this I love! Ana is in bed, again going over her strange morning. And..."Idly, I wonder if perhaps he's celibate? [...] Maybe he's saving himself." Mocking this book is just too easy.
A few days later, after Ana has written her final exams, she gets a parcel without a sender's address on it. It holds first editions of Tess of the D'Urbervilles. This can obviously only be from Grey. Ana immediately vows to return them. At a party that night, she drunk-calls him. He - noticing her intoxication - decides to pick her up. And so he does, in the nick of time - just when young José is about to shuff his tongue down her throat (not the tongue Ana was hoping for). Then Grey holds her hair while she vomits out all the alcohol she cannot hold. Awwwww! And then she gets a lecture about "knowing ones limits".
In case you wondered how he found her - he tracked her cell phone. WTF? Run, Anastasia! Run! But not quite yet, Christian Grey wants to dance with you first.
And then....she faints.
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