AUTHORS NOTE: I am sorry that it has taken me so long to update! I have been indisposed due to a tragedy in my family, and was incapable of interacting with anybody for a while. Again, I am sorry for the prolonged wait.

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WARNING: This chapter contains SPOILERS!

Chapter Three

When I got home that night, I immediately headed for the shower. I let the water run for a few minutes, to warm up, as I set out my clothes for in the morning. I was still reeling from both kisses I received from Jo. They weren't bad by any means, but the fact that it was another woman still had me shaken. My inner goddess was actually blushing, but had an adventurous little grin on her face. My subconscious however, fickle woman that she is, was staring dubiously down at her book through her half-moon specs and trying very hard to ignore me. And she was failing miserably. Every now and then I would catch her taking a peek at me and sniffing haughtily. My inner goddess just rolled her eyes. Ignore her, she said.

I stepped under the water and let it wash over me, washing away my troubles as I contemplated my new found bicuriosity. Never in all my twenty-one years did I ever see this happening. Then again I never saw myself letting a man punish me just because it got him off either. Christian. Just thinking about him, and how we parted had me weeping all over again. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts and quickly washed my face. I'm doing this for him. I'm doing this because I love him. I had to keep that in mind; otherwise I'd never go through with it. Even without his contract I'm still his.

I towel dried my hair briefly, too tired to get out the blow dryer, and then crawled into bed. I reached under my pillow and wrapped my hand around my deflated Charlie Tango, let a few tears escape, then I had my first real night's sleep in four days.

oOoOo

Work was the same as it always is. Do whatever Jack needs me to do and have lunch. Not too long after I came back from lunch, Christian e-mailed me. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! I'm at WORK!

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Tomorrow

Date: June 8 2011 14:05

To: Anastasia Steele

Dear Anastasia

Forgive this intrusion at work. I hope that it's going well. Did you get my flowers?

I note that tomorrow is the gallery opening of your friend's show, and I'm sure you've not had time to purchase a car, and it's a long drive. I would be more than happy to take you - should you wish.

Let me know.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

What. The. Fuck? Seriously?

My stomach tightened and I felt dizzy as I stared at the screen. Holy shit! I couldn't go with Christian tomorrow. Could I? That would ruin my whole plan! If I even got near him, I would cave in and he would know my whole plan! I mean, it's not like I'm cheating or anything. The agreement was no actual sex, just to learn to associate pleasure with pain! I can't do that if my heart is all up in knots! Oh god, oh god, oh god. My inner goddess chose that moment to make herself known. If you went with him, you would be panting that all night. The look on her face would have had any man kneeling before her, ready to submit. My subconscious, that persnickety little woman, just shook her head and sighed. I give up. You never listen to me anyways. Oh god, what am I going to do?

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Tomorrow

Date: June 8 2011 14:10

To: Christian Grey

Dear Mr. Grey,

You are more than welcome to join me at the gallery opening; however I do not think it a wise idea to travel together. I will find my own way to get there.

Work is going good. No, I have not received any flowers. If I had, I'm sure they would have been lovely, considering your impeccable taste for most things.

Anastasia Steele

Personal Assistant to Jack Hyde

There. That seemed reasonable enough. I could endure him for a couple of hours. Now, how was I going to get there?

oOoOo

Later that day I found myself at a used car dealership, browsing for vehicles, wondering how in the world Christian was able to get $24,000 for Wanda. It seemed impossible, but then again it is Christian I'm thinking about.

Eventually I found a car that I liked, and was able to afford. A used, starry sky kind of blue, Honda Fit. I loved it already, and was excited to get it home. The test drive went smoothly, and everything seemed in working order, so I shook the dealers hand and signed a couple of papers, just to get out of there, and back home.

My phone rang suddenly, and I had to excuse myself. I didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"

"Hello, Miss Steele. How are you today? I hope well." It was Jo, and her smoky voice.

"I'm fine Jo. How are you today?" I couldn't hide the fact that my voice was a little lower than it should have been, dropping almost to a whisper.

Jo chuckled, and the sound caused goose bumps to rise on my skin. Jeez. "I'm am doing great today. I wanted to know if you were busy tonight and tomorrow night. I would like to work on your training some more."

I blushed crimson as the thought of my training floated around in my head. "I-I I have plans for tomorrow night. A friend of mine has a gallery opening that I am supposed to be attending. I am free tonight, however." The dealer was looking at me funny as he was finalizing my paperwork. I turned so he could not see my facial expressions.

"Good. We shall work on your training tonight, Anastasia. I will come by your place around nine o'clock. Is that okay?" Her voice brooked no argument.

"S-sure. That seems fine, I guess. I'll see you tonight." I stammered, completely befuddled. My place?

"Until tonight, Anastasia." Then she hung up.