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My eyes darted up and down the page, seeing a long list of emails between Christian and that woman.
I scrolled right to the bottom of the screen.
I shouldn't be doing this…
From: Christian Grey
Subject: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 08:34
To: Elena Lincoln
When are you free?
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
From: Elena Lincoln
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 08:49
To: Christian Grey
Good morning to you too.
What do you want to talk about?
E
From: Christian Grey
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 08:52
To: Elena Lincoln
Maîtrise. Something has been brought to my attention and we need to discuss it. ASAP.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
From: Elena Lincoln
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 09:07
To: Christian Grey
Sounds ominous.
You know I'm not a fan of time wasting so get to the point. What is it?
E
From: Christian Grey
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 09:12
To: Elena Lincoln
I had a meeting with Caleb Hunter this morning. He's received some complaints.
I am not happy.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
From: Elena Lincoln
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 09:24
To: Christian Grey
Interesting.
Why were you meeting with Caleb? He's my employee. I deal with club business, not you.
If he's received complaints, he should bring them to me. Your input in this business is purely financial. Keep that in mind.
E
From: Christian Grey
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 09:45
To: Elena Lincoln
Cut the crap. It doesn't wash with me and you know it.
I think you forget I own 60% of that fucking club. You are supposed to make sure everything runs smoothly and from where I'm standing, you're doing a piss poor job.
I have a right to meet with any of our employees. Caleb thought it was best to discuss it with me first, considering the complaints are about you.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
Christian had a meeting with Cal this morning?
That was his breakfast meeting? Why didn't he say something to me?
From: Elena Lincoln
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 10:01
To: Christian Grey
Oh dear. Whatever will I do?
Which members complained? I'll send them a fruit basket and a gift card.
Seriously, Christian, get over it. Shit happens. If someone doesn't like the way I run my business, they know where the door is. Like I give a fuck. I have a long list of people ready to sign up.
It's not the end of the world.
E
Her reply left me open mouthed. How can she be so nonchalant? Even I know that reputation is key in the business world.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 10:14
To: Elena Lincoln
Keep that attitude up and I'll pull out of the clubs.
I mean it, Elena. I'm furious.
The complaints didn't come from members – they came from employees. You and I both know we can't afford to lose anyone. You can't afford to send staff running for the hills.
We need to talk about this. Today.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
I squirmed as I read Christian's reply. I could hear his voice in my ear, spitting his venom and sending a chill down my spine. I haven't seen that side of him and I don't want to.
From: Elena Lincoln
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 10:20
To: Christian Grey
You're incapable of pulling out – I know that better than anyone, remember?
I'm busy all day but I can make time this evening. Shall we say 8pm?
E
From: Christian Grey
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2015 10:24
To: Elena Lincoln
8pm is fine.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
From: Elena Lincoln
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 10:41
To: Christian Grey
I've reserved our table at Canlis.
It's been a while since we had dinner together. I'm quite looking forward to catching up.
E
From: Christian Grey
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 10:44
To: Elena Lincoln
Don't. We're hardly going to be toasting over champagne. It's strictly business. I have plans for later tonight, so I won't be staying long.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
From: Elena Lincoln
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 10:49
To: Christian Grey
Plans?
Sub or just a casual fuck?
E
I scowled at the screen. Why does she care about his plans? It has nothing to do with her.
Wait.
Plans?
He has plans for tonight.
Since when?
I shook my head. No, I won't stoop to her level. If he wants me to know his plans for later, he'll tell me himself.
If he wanted me to know about these emails, he'd have forwarded them to me, I thought to myself.
Oh god. What have I done?
I quickly moved the mouse to the X in the corner, ready to close down the email log and wait for the ground to swallow me whole. But I was distracted by a new line flashing at the top of the page.
He replied.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: RE: We need to talk.
Date: 03/15/2012 11:02
To: Elena Lincoln
It's none of your business.
I will see you at 8pm.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.
I closed the emails and slumped back in the chair, pushing away from the desk. My hands came up to my face and pressed against my temples.
I can't believe I did that. Why did I do that? I'm not the person who snoops around. I don't read other people's journals or steal a look at their phones when they're not looking.
Spinning around on the chair, I turned to look out of the window behind me. I spotted Christian's building just a few blocks away. I imagined him sitting at his desk, furiously tapping at his keyboard, the sound matching the heavy rain currently beating against the window. Matching the buzzing coming from my phone.
I reluctantly turned back to the desk and picked up my iPhone. I felt sick as I saw Christian's name staring back at me.
I'm almost done here, should be leaving in about thirty minutes. C x
I gave him a one-word reply. What else am I supposed to say? Please don't come home yet, I need time to work out how to confess that I raided your inbox.
Another text lit up the screen.
Everything okay? C x
Yeah. I'll see you soon x
I pressed 'send' and then switched off my phone. I need to think. He's going to know something is up as soon as he looks at me. My guilt will shine through, it always does.
"Shit…"
I positioned myself on the couch, lining up with the elevator. I'd abandoned the office a few minutes ago, fleeing the scene of the crime.
My breaths were heavy and irregular, hardening as I heard the ping of the elevator.
Christian marched into the apartment with long strides. His shoulders were pinned back, his spine painfully rigid. His left hand was hiding in his jacket pocket, his right gripping onto a white paper bag that brought the smell of fresh bread into the room.
I gulped past the confession burning in the back of my throat. His steely gaze fixed on mine immediately, but I couldn't gauge what he was thinking. His expression was neutral and unrelenting.
Does he know?
He can't know…
"There you are," he nodded as he reached the coffee table. He set the paper bag down on it and proceeded to shrug off his jacket. "I thought you would still be in my office."
"You did?"
"You were using my computer," he reminded me.
I began fiddling with my skirt, pulling the hem through my fingers. I had bought it for him picking it up a few weeks ago whilst I was out shopping with Kate. I thought maybe he'd like it. It's a tad shorter than what I'd usually wear.
"H-How did you…?"
"I have cameras all over my apartment," he replied in a terse voice. "There isn't an inch of this place that isn't monitored. Except the playroom, of course… I checked the feed from GEH."
"Right," I nodded. "That's good security."
"Yes, it is." He remained on the other side of the table, staring back at me with narrowed eyes. "I thought of everything when I had this place renovated… machines that can block cell phones, software that notifies me whenever my computer has been turned on..."
Fuck.
He knows.
"So, did you find anything interesting?" he asked, his arms crossing around his chest.
"Huh?"
"Jobs," he mouthed. "You were searching for jobs. At least you started looking at vacancies before you decided to go rifling through my email account."
A shudder ran down my spine.
"Christian –"
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice that the last email from Elena had been marked read before I'd touched it?"
I couldn't answer him. I hadn't thought about that.
"Well?" he prompted.
"I'm sorry," I blurted. "I am so sorry."
"Why?" he shot back. I didn't like the edginess of his tone. "Why did you read my emails? What were you looking for?"
"I only read the emails from her," I protested. "I didn't read anything else, I swear."
"Answer my question."
I licked my lips and stood up from the couch, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with the height difference between us.
"I wasn't looking for anything," I tried to explain. "I don't know what came over me."
"You saw her name and couldn't help yourself?" he fathomed. I nodded. "And what did you expect to find in our emails? Declarations of love? Hearts and flowers?"
"I don't know," I sighed. "I didn't know what to expect. I'm sorry. It happened so fast. I saw hundreds of emails pop up on the screen and I ignored them, but something clicked in my when I saw her name. I opened the email without thinking."
"You're saying it was a mistake?"
"Yes!"
"But you read all of the emails," he frowned and shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet. "I watched you read every message. If it was a mistake, you would have closed the email the second you opened it. I could have overlooked that."
He turned his back on me and sighed. I felt something thud deep inside my chest.
"Christian," I rushed forward and halted in front of him. My hands lay limp at my sides even though I had the uncontrollable urge to hold his face between my palms, force him to look me in the eye. "I'm so sorry. I was way out of order, I know that, but please…"
"You could have asked," he retorted. "I would have shown them to you. I have nothing to hide where Elena is concerned. Haven't I proved that already?"
"You said that you don't like talking about your personal life," I frowned. "Last night, you couldn't sleep because we'd talked about –"
"My childhood," he interrupted with a huff. "I don't talk about my childhood. That's why I couldn't sleep. I told you about my problems with food, about my birth mother killing herself… that makes me feel uncomfortable, not Elena fucking Lincoln!"
The penny dropped. My eyes widened.
"I didn't think," I slowly shook my head.
"No, I don't suppose you did." His gaze lingered on something behind me.
I curled my toes into the rug, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked.
He didn't answer that.
"Do you want me to leave?"
"Leave?" he snorted, throwing his head back slightly. He finally caught my eyes. "That's the last thing I want, but it might be best for you to go."
"What do you mean?"
"You're not my submissive," he shrugged his shoulders. "Which means I can't do what I normally would in circumstances like this."
"What would you normally do?"
"Punish you," he answered. His pupils were large and stealing almost all of the deep grey of his irises. "I would take you over my knee and spank you until your ass is bright red."
A small wheezing noise escaped my lips.
"Right…" I croaked. My stomach fluttered. "Spanking… W-What does that entail, exactly?"
He cocked his head to the side and stared at me for a moment, his right eye twitching as he studied my expression.
"First, I would take you between my legs and bend you over my knee," he began, his words slow and deliberate. The fluttering grew more intense with each syllable. "I'd lift up the back of your skirt and pull down your panties. Then, I'd spank you."
"Hard?"
"Relatively," he nodded. "Afterwards, I'd take you from behind. I would have you screaming."
"For what?"
"More," he hissed, taking a step forward.
I heaved a sigh, my pulse beating in the base of my throat.
"Do it…"
He didn't move. A furrow developed in his brows.
"Do it," I repeated. "Punish me."
His frown deepened, thinking about my request as if it was a trick question. I reached out to touch his hand and then he moved, grabbing my wrist and tugging me off balance.
He yanked me back towards the couch and ordered me to stand still whilst he sat down. He splayed his thighs and positioned himself on the edge of the cushion.
"Between my knees," he nodded to the gap he'd made. "Facing the wall."
I did as he said. Before I could steady myself, he clamped his legs together and folded me over his left leg. He placed one hand on the small of my back, stopping me from falling between his vice like grip. His forearm rested flat across my shoulder-blades.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked before touching me more intimately. I nodded my head, my long hair draping over my flushed face. "I need to hear you say it."
"Yes," I gulped.
His right hand dipped under my skirt and pulled down my cotton panties.
"Who are you doing this for?" he murmured, his cool fingers sliding across my buttocks.
"Me…" I breathed, shivering at his touch. "I want you to punish me, Christian."
He hummed a throaty noise that made my knees buckle.
"If you say stop, I will. Just this once. In future, you will use the agreed safewords."
"Red," I nodded my head, remembering the clause in his contract. "Red means stop."
"Good girl." I could the smirk in his voice. "Why am I punishing you, Anastasia?"
"I read your emails."
"And how many emails did you read?"
"Um..."
I hesitated and it earned me my first spanking. His hand slapped my cheek, loud and quick. I gasped as the noise met my ears. The sound came first, then the stinging.
I waited for the pain to settle in, the unbearable agony that would fire through me. But it wasn't painful at all.
He massaged his palm across my cheek. He was gentle, soothing… The mix of hard and soft…
It was almost too much.
"How many emails were there?" he asked.
"I don't know," I choked. "I don't –"
He slapped me again, on the other side.
"Oh god!"
"There were fifteen emails," he told me. His fingers feathered back to where he'd started. "You read fifteen emails."
A slap for every email?
"That's too much for you," he answered my unspoken question. "I am going to spank you for every one of Elena's emails. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I licked my lips and gripped his thigh between my fingers. "Yes, I understand."
"Seven slaps," he added.
He gave me no warning, no inkling of how quickly he would fire through them. He alternated from left to right, a firm slap followed by gentle teasing.
It aroused something in me. It confused me.
Should I be enjoying this?
Should I be craving the next time his hand strikes my skin?
"Seven," he grunted.
I jerked forward slightly, the last slap coming harder than the rest. His hands moved up to my waist.
"Good girl."
He eased me up, allowing me to kneel on the floor. I leaned back against his leg and looked up at him. My face was burning red, my hair sticking to my sweaty forehead, but I didn't care. My eyes were drawn to the bulge in his pants.
"More?" I begged, ribbing my lip between my teeth.
"More?" he narrowed his eyes and brought his hand to my throat. His fingers glided over my jugular before settling under my chin. "Up."
He let go and slumped back against the couch. He fished inside his pocket and pulled out a strip of condoms.
I stepped out of my panties and waited as he sheathed himself, as he primed himself for me. When his fervent gaze met mine, I took that as my cue and climbed onto his lap. I slid down onto him slowly.
He sucked in a sharp breath as I took every inch of him. He yanked my hips forward with his left hand, his right riding up to the back of my neck.
"Fuck!" he gritted his teeth together.
I skimmed my fingers through his dampened hair and began moving against him. It was instinctual, my body taking control of mine and his pleasure. I stole a kiss from him, sucking hard on his lower lip.
"That's it," he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck me, baby."
Christian stepped around me and opened my car door. He passed my duffel bag to me, having insisted that he carry it. I threw it onto the back seat and quickly turned to face him. His cheeks were still flushed, his hair crazed from my constant tugging. I could lose myself in those curls…
"I have a meeting," he uttered again, for probably the fourth time in as many minutes. He glanced at his watch. "I'm already late."
"It's fine," I shrugged it off. "We got carried away."
He nodded back at me.
We didn't even have time to eat. The paper bag is still untouched and sitting on his coffee table.
Before he'd taken off the condom he told me that he had to leave. He was methodical with clearing up the evidence of our tryst, composing himself once again.
I am sore and weak. I can still feel him inside me, every time I move, just like the first time we slept together.
"What are you doing tonight?" he asked, shattering me from my thoughts.
"I don't know," I shook my head. "I was supposed to be working."
"Caleb will email you with a new rota," he nodded. "I have given him full access to Elena's schedule, so he will be able to check when she will be at the club. It might take a couple of days to sort something out."
"Do you want me to email you my résumé? So you can look at it for me?"
"No, it's on file at the club," he said. "I'll grab a copy from there. I'll take a look at it and get back to you."
"Thank you," I smiled. "I know I'm being an ass where this job thing is concerned, but I do appreciate your offer to help."
"Uh-huh," he nodded and took another glance at his wrist. "I have to –"
"You didn't say that you were meeting with Cal," I cut across him. He frowned. "This morning, when you woke me up, you didn't tell me that you were going to meet with Cal."
He let go of a loud sigh, only just masking the sound of his phone ringing inside his pocket. He rolled his eyes and pulled it out, rejecting the call without even checking who it was first.
"You were tired," he told me, shoving the phone back into his pants. "I had planned on telling you about it over lunch, but that was before you decided to play detective."
I rocked back onto my heels.
"Caleb and I discussed how we are going to work this with Elena," he added, dragging his hand down his face. He looked as if he couldn't care less about this conversation, his thoughts elsewhere. "He's spoken to some of the other bartenders and most of them have choice words about Elena anyway, so we're going to use that. We've decided to leave all names out of the mix and hope that she takes her foot off the gas."
"She'll guess that I'm one of them," I muttered to myself.
"Listen, I really have to go," he shook his head and let his hand drop from the car door. "We can talk about this later."
"Tonight?"
"I'll call you," he nodded. I could hear his phone buzzing again.
He leant forward and pecked his lips to mine, hovering only a millisecond before pulling away.
I slipped down into the car and fastened my seatbelt. Christian shut the door behind me and stepped back, allowing me room to reverse out of the parking spot.
I wound down the window and stared at him.
"I'll call you," he repeated with a quick nod of his head.
"I'll be waiting," I sighed and drove towards the exit.
Rolling onto my side, I reached for my cell phone and checked the time. 10:19pm.
I still haven't heard from Christian.
What did he mean? Is he going to call me tonight or did he mean it casually?
He was meeting with the bitch-troll at eight. I thought he might call me when he finished, but it doesn't take over two hours to eat dinner. Kate is the slowest eater I know but even she can keep it under an hour!
I scrolled through my messages, checking to see if I'd missed anything. I hadn't.
Maybe he's forgotten? Maybe he was so tired that he went home and crashed?
What if he's just ignoring you? the more serious voice in my head wondered.
He seemed okay when I left his place. Quiet, but okay. He was absent-minded though. Could he still be angry with me?
I hovered over his name and thought about sending him a text. Texts are easy to ignore. At least with a call I'd know where I stand. If he rejects it, I'll know he's still pissed at me.
I held the phone to my ear and waited for the ringing to begin.
"Please, pick up," I hummed quietly.
After three short rings, I heard a click as the call connected.
"Grey."
"Hi –" I gasped, the sound of his clipped voice catching me off guard. "It's me. Ana. I just wanted to check in with you and –"
"I'm in the middle of something right now," he cut me off. I could hear music in the background, bluesy and deep. "I'll need to call you back."
"Oh…"
"Is it urgent?" he asked.
"I was worried. I hadn't heard from you."
He didn't answer that. An uneasiness grew in my stomach.
"You're still at dinner, aren't you?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Are you with her right now?"
"Yes, I am. It won't take much longer."
"Right," I sighed under my breath. The idea of him sitting across from her, staring at her as he speaks to me… "I miss you."
A breath caught in his throat. He tried masking it with a cough.
"Are we okay now?" I asked. "You know, because of the emails…?"
"Yes," he lowered his voice. "We resolved the situation this afternoon. It's all sorted."
"So you're not mad at me?"
"No, I'm not. But I have to go. We'll talk later."
"Tonight?"
"Bye."
He ended the call, a series of loud bleeps replacing his voice.
I lay back against my pillows and pursed my lips. Through the walls I could hear Kate's laptop playing The Scientist by Coldplay. It's her goodnight song, the only thing that helps her drift off after a stressful day.
I had only just picked up my battered copy of Jane Eyre when my phone started ringing. It was lying next to me on the bed, now flashing with Christian's name on the screen. My heart skipped a beat as I frantically seized it and answered.
"Christian."
"Hi," he mumbled. "Buzz in me."
"Huh?"
"I'm outside your building. Let me in."
I dropped my phone and book onto the bed and clambered to my feet. I quietly opened my bedroom door and paused for a moment, listening for noise from Kate's room. Her bed creaked and then I heard her sigh. I crept into the living room and peeked at her door. Her lights were off.
I rushed over to the door and buzzed Christian into the building. I stepped out into the hallway and waited for him to make his way up the stairwell opposite. He took the steps two at a time, appearing in record timing.
He was still wearing his suit from earlier, but he looked more dishevelled than before. His tie hung several inches from his unbuttoned collar. He blew out a loud breath before walking towards me.
"Shh…" I pressed my finger to my lips. "Kate's in bed."
"Asleep?"
I nodded.
He gave me a gentle smile and eased himself around me. He glided across the floor and disappeared into my room. I stole myself a minute before I joined him, this time remembering to lock my bedroom door behind me.
"Ana," Christian whispered my name as the catch locked into place.
I turned to face him and he closed in on me. He placed one hand on my hip, one on my cheek, and pushed me against the door. He closed his eyes and leant forward, bringing his lips to mine.
I expected his kiss to be rushed and eager, but it was the absolute opposite. He was slow and chaste, as if he was savouring the moment.
"Hey…" I uttered as he teased his lips from me. His forehead pressed to mine for a few seconds longer.
"I missed you too," he breathed.
"How was dinner?"
He cracked open his eyes and lifted his head away. His tilted his hips into my body.
"She was late," he blinked slowly. "But I think we're on the same page. We agreed that Caleb will take care of staffing from now on. She wasn't happy but she'll just have to deal with it. It should buy us some time."
I nodded. He stroked his thumb across the corner of my mouth.
"I'm sorry I interrupted you while you were with her," I apologised.
"I'm glad you did," he shook his head.
"I thought maybe you were still angry," I added. "You were kinda off with me when we left your apartment."
"I was very late for a meeting," he narrowed his eyes slightly. "Really, it wasn't you. I just… I'm usually meticulous about that sort of thing. I hate being kept waiting so I refuse to do that to other people."
"Oh?"
"It had nothing to do with the emails," he shook his head and pressed another sweet kiss to my lips. "You admitted that you did wrong, you apologised, I punished it. That's the end of it."
"It's that simple?" I frowned.
He nodded. "You were honest with me," he said. "Once I punish you, it's over. I won't drag it up again. But I'd hope that you wouldn't make that mistake twice."
"I won't," I shook my head. "It was a momentary lapse in judgment."
He smiled and nuzzled his head into the side of my neck. I shivered as he took a deep breath.
"How did it make you feel?" he mouthed. "To be punished?"
"Confused…"
"Why confused?"
"I enjoyed it," I admitted, arching my head back as he began working his lips to my ear lobe. "Uh…"
"You liked it when I spanked you?"
"Yes…"
He sucked on my ear and excited a groan from me.
"I didn't think you had it in you," he hummed.
"Neither did I. I thought it would hurt."
"It can get worse than that," he revealed. "I started you off easy."
"I think I can handle more," I gulped. "Harder. You can be harder with me next time... I want more."
"All in good time," he rubbed his cheek against me. "You'll bruise if I spank you again tonight. I want your ass red, not purple."
I moaned my frustration.
"We'll play soon, baby," he soothed. "I just want to sleep tonight."
I pressed my head against the door and stared at him. His eyes were almond shaped and red.
"You came all the way over here to sleep?" I shook my head. "Your bed is better than mine. I don't have an expensive mattress or silk pillowcases –"
"My bed doesn't have you in it," he breathed, tilting his mouth to mine and sucking a hard kiss from my lips. "I don't want to sleep on my own."
If he wasn't holding me up, I would have slid straight down to the floor. His words weakened me.
"I can only sleep when I'm holding you," he continued. "I don't want the nightmares to come back."
"Oh, Christian…"
He pulled me away from the door and began undressing me, slowly lifting my t-shirt over my head. He crouched and buried his head between my naked breasts, grinding his body against mine.
"I don't know what you're doing to me," he groaned. "But don't stop. Please, don't stop."
I lay down on the bed and watched as he removed my shorts and panties before crawling over me. He linked his fingers with mine and lifted my hands over my head.
"You were on my mind," he explained, his lips worshiping every inch of my face. "Every second I was with her, you were the only thing I could think about… having you, holding you… Just. You."
"Make love to me," I sighed, hooking my ankles around the back of him. His suit felt coarse against my sensitive skin. "Please?"
"You…" he repeated. "Only you."