My inner goddess glares at me in desperation. Of course you'll sign.And in case the reader forgot that Christian Grey is the most beautiful person ever to walk the face of the earth, here is a helpful reminder:
He is without a doubt the most beautiful man on the planet, too beautiful for the little people below, too beautiful for me. No my inner goddess scowls at me, not too beautiful for me.The we encounter Mrs. Jones, the housekeeper Grey neglected to mention. Apparently, it is insignificant to him that some half naked young woman strolls around his appartment. Then, in the study, sex on the desk, followed by this:
"Are you sore?" he asks, leaning over me.To get this bit of conversation out of our heads, here is a cute kitten:
"A little," I confess.
"I like you sore." His eyes smolder. "Reminds you where I've been, and only me."
Ah, that's better.
Ana is once again baffled by the enigmatic Grey and turns to the voices in her head for help.
I look to my subconcious. She's whistling with her hands behind her back and looking anywhere but at me. She hasn't got a clue, and my inner goddess is still basking in a remnant of post-coital glow. No - we're all clueless.The rest of the day consist of job interviews, packing for Georgia, Ana finally confronting Kate about her big mouth (she promises to keep it shut), and Grey upgrading his little play thing to first class.
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