THE ORIGINAL NOVEL WAS WRITTEN IN SPANISH, I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TRANSLATION. IF YOU WANT TO READ IT IN SPANISH LOOK FOR IT UNDER THE SAME PSEUDONYM AND BY NAME "EL SECRETO"
In case you're wondering if Christian is in the novel, is there, just won´t expected.
The morning passed very slowly, the truth was it was a calmer today. There was not much on the agenda as almost everything had been changed for next week. The phone that used to ring insistently today hardly ever did. And an incoming e-mail alert didn't feel it. It was one of those dead days.
At noon I got up from my post and knocked on Mr. Chasting's door.
—Go ahead. —he said as I opened the door and looked out of the door.
—You need something, Mr. Chasting, I'm going to lunch. —I told him as he stared at me.
Every time he looked at me like that my legs were shaking, and I held on tightly to the door so as not to lose my balance.
—No thanks, you can go to lunch. —he said as he looked at the computer.
And I left slowly closing the door. I went out looking for Kate and this time we went to a coffee shop after the Harris Theatre. As soon as we sat down with our order Kate took the word.
—I know you're attracted to Mr. Chasting, but you'd better not look at him.
What was this change of attitude about? In the morning it had been just the opposite.
—I told you I wouldn't do it, but I wanted to know what made you change your mind. In the morning you were saying the opposite. —the truth was, I was curious to know that she had changed her mind.
—I know you like the mystery that surrounds him, but there is not much mystery in there, he is just another womanizer.
—Hey! I don't understand you. Could you speak to me clearly?
—I got an e-mail today from a cousin mine who lives in London.
—Get to the point, Kate, I still don't understand what your cousin has to do with Mr. Chasting. —I told her as I ate my sandwich.
—I don't know if you remember a story I told you about a guy she was with once and never heard from him again. Or rather he didn't want anything to do with her.
—Vaguely.
—Well, that's Mr. Chasting. —she said to me as I almost choked and stared at her.
—What? — I said pausing for lunch.
—As you hear it.
—I can't believe it.
—According to her, he doesn't sleep with the same woman twice.
—What! —I exclaimed with amazement. —That's the weirdest and most absurd thing I've ever heard in my life. —now it just had become a mystery to me.
Why he didn't sleep with the same woman twice?
—I'm warning you, Anastasia, I know I told you a lot of things this morning, but after I found out about this I had to warn you.
—Warn me! Why? —I said as I drinking from my soda.
—Because I know you like him, just as much as you liked José. And at the end you'll end up giving in to your desires and with a broken heart.
—You don't have to worry, Kate, that's not gonna happen, he wouldn't notice me in a million years.
—Are you so sure about that? You've got that look on your face that I have a mystery to solve.
— Yeah, I'm sure, plus I've got something more important to do than gawking at Mr. Chasting. —and I kept thinking about the black rose on my desk from my secret admirer.
—Is there something you haven't told me? —she asked me, squinting.
She knew me well.
—I received a package this morning. —I told her as I could see the curiosity on his face.
— I saw it, I was really curious. What was it?
—A rose. —I said thoughtfully.
—A rose? Who sent it to you? Don't tell me it was Mr. Chasting. — she said alarmed.
—Don't worry, it wasn't him. —I replied a little disappointed.
—There was no card?—she asked intrigued.
—Yes, but no name, just the initials.
—Then you have a secret admirer. —she said very cheerful.
—Yes, it seems so. —I said thoughtfully, remembering the card.
—Don't you like mysteries? Well, you've got one to work out. Find out who your secret admirer is.
And that's exactly what I was gonna do. I didn't feel like thinking about Mr. Chasting, not after what Kate had told me about him. I wasn't ready to someone breaking my hearth again.
We finished lunch now more lively than before. I had a purpose in mind and thinking about it I went straight to my desk. And then I got to thinking about everything we had talked about at lunch. I took the rose in my hands and slid its petals down my face closing my eyes.
Yeah, it felt like velvet sliding down my skin.
—You're very thoughtful this afternoon. —that voice brought me out of my reverie.
Mr. Chasting was lying on my desk as he turned a piece of paper in his hands. I didn't realize he were there until he spoke. How long would he be there?
—Excuse me, Mr. Chasting, I was just thinking about...things. Do you need anything? —I asked him as I looked at him and lost myself in his gaze.
—You're boyfriend has good taste. —he said to me as I looked at him without understanding what he meant. —I mean the rose in you're hand. — he said, answering my unspoken question.
—Oh, yeah. I don't have a boyfriend. —why I had to explain myself to him.
Every time I had it in front of me, my brain would shut down and make me talk nonsense.
—Is very beautiful. —he said staring at me. And I almost started hyperventilating. —The rose, I mean, I know someone who grows them in London... —he said as I watched in amazement as he spoke. As his lips moved with each syllable. And that British accent that was slowly driving me crazy…—I miss London very much... —he kept saying but I hardly listened to what he said.
—Shall I make your coffee? —I asked him, interrupting him and turning my eyes away from his lips to stare him straight in the eyes. But this was only worse.
His eyes, of intense blue in that moment, looked at me as if they wanted to devour me. I was a helpless prey at his mercy. Devour me! Devour me! It shouted my desperate body for him.
—Yes, I'll wait for it at my office. —and saying this he got up, opened the door and went into his office.
God, what a strange and exciting conversation. Strangely enough, I was excited to see him lying on my desk. I got up and went to make Mr. Chasting's coffee with trembling legs and my heart pounding. Maybe then I could calm down a little bit. When I returned, I still had my senses in awe. I knocked on his door and walked in without waiting for him to give me permission.
As in the morning, he was standing in front of the panoramic windows, his gaze lost on the horizon. But this time he only had his shirt on and his sleeves tucked up at his elbows.
You could see the muscles of his arms and his wide back under the shirt that fit his body. This man was giving off wild sex through all the pores of his skin. His vision there made me want to undress and lie on his desk so that he could do whatever he wanted to me.
Ana, concentrate. I chided myself as I put those morbid ideas out of my mind and interrupted whatever he was doing there.
—Excuse me, Mr. Chasting, here's your coffee. — I told him as I put it on his desk on a coaster.
—Thank you. —he said without looking back.
And I left his office leaving him alone with his coffee and his thoughts.
And as I sat at my desk I decided to forget the god sex of the next office and start researching who was that person who had sent me the rose.
The first thing I did was call the Little Star restaurant and ask to speak to the chef. He told me that he would be very happy to receive me after six o'clock. So I sent Kate an e-mail asking her to come with me.
From: Anastasia Steele
To: Kate Kavanagh
Date: Wednesday, 10/21/2015 1:14 PM
Subject: Research!
I'm gonna take your advice. The investigation starts at Little Star Restaurant this afternoon. Tell me you're coming with me. Please. Please. L
Ana
She answered me quickly.
From: Kate Kavanagh
To: Anastasia Steele
Date: Wednesday, 10/21/2015 1:16 PM
Subject: Sherlock and Watson.
I'd love to be your accomplice in the investigation, so I'll go with you.
Kate.
PS: You never told me you had dinner at the Little Star. You have to tell me everything.
I forgot to mention that to her. I answered his e-mail.
From: Anastasia Steele
To: Kate Kavanagh
Date: Wednesday, 10/21/2015 1:18 PM
Subject: Forgetfulness.
I'm sorry, I think I forgot all about it. But don't worry today you'll get to know him for yourself.
Ana.
Now I just had to wait till it was time to leave. And maybe, if I was lucky, I'd find out who my secret admirer was.