I still have words stuck in my brain, but some are leaking out ;-)
But thanks for the encouragement and/or the storylines and idea's.
I hope you'll like this little update.
Ow just to be thorough: E.L. James owns the names, but this story is all me :-)
I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I think I died and gone to heaven. I now I can cook, but what Gail served me was in a complete different category than what I normally make.
I never knew eggs with toast could be so tasty. If I had taken another bite, I'm sure I would have exploded. I sure am glad I'm in a wheelchair at the moment, because I don't think I could have gotten up, I'm that stuffed.
I know Christian asked me to come to him when I finished my breakfast but I'm a bit scared to do so. He was so formal when I saw him this morning and I don't want to intrude in his personal space. Well not more than I'm already doing.
But I am his guest and he asked me to come to him…
Pfff, man up and just do it Steele.
"ehm Gale, could you please show me where Christians office is?"
As she moves me in front of an impressive oak door, she gives it a knock, opens it, pushes me inside and leaves while closing the door behind her.
I'm in what I can only describe as the most beautiful library I've ever been in. Every room in his appartement (as far as I've seen) is decorated really modern and minimalistic, except for this room.
The room itself is two stories high. The left wall is completely covered in dark oak paneling and sash windows.
Next to me on the right there is a cylindrical wrought iron staircase leading to a gallery on the right wall. The gallery is made of the same wrought iron as the stairs with beautiful Jugendstil-like decorations.
On the wall on the farside there is a high sliding ladder instead of a gallery to reach volumes on the higher levels.
All the walls except for the one with the windows are lined with bookcases filled with beautiful bindings. A couple of them have glass doors to protect the most precious volumes (I presume) and in the middle of the room on soft rugs there are a couple of really comfortable looking reading chairs and a huge old-fashioned oak desk with Christian behind it.
The only thing I can do is sit in my wheelchair with my mouth hanging open, taking in all the beautiful splendor of the library (and Christian) and just hope that I'm not droolling.