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I shower, exfoliate and moisturise in record time before mulling over what to wear. I finally decide on a white smock dress with cut out sleeves, it's on the borderline of indecently short and I know that Christian will no doubt freak but I don't care, I love this dress and I'm wearing it.

I re-do my make up, blow out my hair and change my shoes before joining Gail in the kitchen. I kind of get the impression that you like doing things for yourself and that's fine, but I'm here if you need anything. I've decided to do three courses but I want to keep things easy, so I'm doing Bruschetta with tomato and basil, followed by grilled steak and saffron rice.

Quick and easy just the way I like it. Christian is crazy about chocolate so for dessert it will be baked chocolate pudding, I know that will light him up like a kid in a candy store. Christian still isn't home by seven thirty and I'm seriously starting to get pissed, I know he's hopeless in the kitchen but a little help would have been nice. Not that I'm surprised, he literally has to tear himself away from his god damn desk every night. I swear I could walk in there naked with a 'fuck me' sign tattooed to my forehead and he wouldn't even bat an eyelid.

Well maybe he would for that. I invited Fran but she couldn't make it. I was kind of planning to force her and Sawyer into a dinner together without either one knowing but it looks like that plan is shot to shit. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise, I'm hopeless at setting people up and I doubt that Christian would be okay with Sawyer joining us for dinner in the first place.

I need to think of a plan B for that one. She's always been obsessed with my legs, she says if she could steal another woman's body part and stick it on her body then it would be my legs.

I personally think that she's crazy. Their promises mean jack shit so get used to it, honey. Please tell me you have made cocktails, I am in dire need of something strong - Preferably something that will knock me out at the end of the night, Elliot is already pissing me off. What's he done anyway? Elliot has completely disappeared and Kate tells me that he's no doubt gone off in a strop while he waits for Christian to get here.

I heard it from one of his guys when I dropped by there this afternoon. The prick fucked me and ate lunch with me but forgot to mention that small nugget of information, I let him have it as soon as he got home tonight.

Pissed off doesn't even begin to cut it right now. I fight the urge to roll my eyes. I understand why Kate is angry about this, if I was her there would be steam coming from my ears right now but at the same time it doesn't surprise me. Cassidy Phillips is a slutty whore who doesn't take no for an answer and the fact that she has ran back to Elliot doesn't shock me in the slightest. She's sad and she's desperate; she has no job, no real friends and now that her little fuck buddy has been locked away she is well and truly alone.

If I cared I would feel sorry for her. I don't know why Elliot decided to keep this from Kate but my gut instinct is telling me that he only did it to save her feelings, Kate isn't exactly the most understanding of people and she has a way of jumping to the wrong conclusions.

In many ways she reminds me of Christian so I guess I'm just drawn to people of that nature. The word peace maker comes to mind. I pour her a tall gin and tonic and she pretty much swallows the whole thing like it's a jello shot. She was just someone who was there. Between us we are blaming these poor guys for things that happened before we even met them, okay granted Elliot was still sleeping with Cassidy while he was seeing Kate but I don't think that he would ever do anything like that again.

Not now these two are finally starting to have a normal relationship. He only fired the bitch because he found out that she was a drug dealing skank, if she had never got Brody involved with cocaine then she would still be working for him and you and I both know that. I have a right to be pissed over this. She just needs a strong drink, a friend to talk to and a shoulder to cry on and she will be fine.

Katherine Kavanagh has a knack for overcoming a problem almost instantly. Something that I have always been in awe of. He loves you and only you so don't let this fuck things up. If only someone had told me that when I was chewing Christian's ass out only a few days ago I would have more than listened.

Grey what do you think it is? My back is pressed against the door as soon as it closes and his hands are pinned to either side of my head trapping me in place.

For a minute there I really thought that he was actually mad at me. You're subjecting me to dinner with a room full of people including three men, three red blooded men by the way, with you dressed like this?

I do not need this right now. I can tell instantly that he's horny - Really horny just by the aggressiveness of his assault alone. His hips are grinding into my core, his hands are everywhere and his mouth is practically ravaging every inch of skin that he can find.

I'm sorry for being late, baby. His head lifts back up and he looks at me dejectedly. Much more but I'm not caving, maybe if he was on time we could have had a quickie but he shot that plan to shit. His eyes widen and I know that little move just made his cock ten times harder.

Christian re-emerges five minutes later looking hotter than hell, he's changed out of his work clothes and into a dark pair of jeans and a white shirt sans a tie, he's left the top three buttons undone and I know that he's done that on purpose because he knows just how much I love seeing his chest.

He winks at me and takes a seat at the dining table as I bring the first two plates over. It looks so good. Someone bring me a mop. I wasn't sure if there was anything that you couldn't eat with the pregnancy. I swear she gets bigger every time I see her. I'm over the morning sickness and now I'm just eating everything, and I mean everything.

It's been driving me crazy not knowing what we have in there. I read that if the bump is more neat and frontal then it's a boy, Megan hasn't put an ounce of weight on anywhere else. When I look at Christian he has his eyes trained on Dylan's hand and he's just staring - almost as if he is in awe.

I frown and squeeze his hand making his head jerk around to look at me, I tilt my head to the side and silently ask him what's wrong but he just offers me a half smile and a kiss to my palm before eating again. What the hell was that about? My Mom looked like a beached whale when she was pregnant with Ethan and not at all neat.

Kate's face slowly turns in his direction and if looks could kill Elliot would be taking his last breath right about now. The atmosphere in this apartment has just dropped to zero. I think travelling the world is starting to lose it's appeal actually, he wants to enrol on a photography course either here or in New York and my Mom is begging him to come back here and stick with a college close by but we'll see. He is so cute!

I'm only pointing out the obvious. Not that that's true, I started to get the impression that Ethan was beginning to develop feelings for me before I met Brody but I nipped that in the ass immediately. I could never think of him that way and I think deep down he knew that and he was just trying his luck, he then left Seattle for his gap year after deciding to travel until he could decide what it was that he wanted to with his life.

Unlike Kate, he has never been sure of himself. He just squeezes my hand and once again turns his attention back to his half eaten plate of food. Blake taunts as he waves his spoon in the air and pointing it towards me.

He has a smirk on his face and his eyes dance with mischief. I literally feel Christian tense beside me and I try to catch Kate's attention needing for her to help me out like now. I was around them all the time and I know that Ethan didn't think of Ana that way, he was more like a protective brother.

Preventing other guys from talking to her, never leaving her side when we all went out and all of that other caring blah, blah, blah. Olivia has basically just admitted to the whole table that Ethan would act as a cock block whenever another guy would show interest in me. Way to throw me under the bus, friend.

I don't know if I want to laugh or cry, Christian looks like he is ready to commit murder at any second but the fact that Olivia thinks that Ethan's intentions were more than honourable is just downright hilarious.

Why, why, why did I even ask about Ethan? He took Ana under his wing as soon as he met her. Nothing happened with Ethan but he doesn't know that, I've came to learn that whenever there is a story about me and another man no matter how small it may be, Christian Grey turns into a jealous and pissed off caveman who refuses to acknowledge or even listen to the truth. I know that his good mood has just taken a nose dive and I pretty much instigated the reason for it but we have company, and tonight was supposed to be about us celebrating the fact that we are living together with the people that we love the most.

So he better snap the hell out of it. Mother fucking, cock sucking, ass screwing, jackass. I hate this little shit already and I haven't even met him yet. He clearly loves my girlfriend and the thought of that makes me want to shove my fist through the fucking drywall.

Why is the fact that she lived with another man only just coming to light now? And why the fuck didn't it show up on her background check? I know that nothing happened between them, Ana bringing the fucker up the way she did proves that much to me but I knew, I just knew that he wanted her. The fucking pizza guy wants her. It pisses me the fuck off but knowing that she's mine, that I'm the one who gets to hold her lithe little body in my arms every night soothes me like a balm, they can all want her but they can't have her.

So I put my big boy boxers on and forget about Ethan dickhead Kavanagh for the rest of the night. I feel like we have turned an incredible corner ever since Dr. West's session, albeit I'll always be a stubborn and jealous asshole and there will never come a time where I let my guard down with Ana, I love her too much and the minute I let my guard down is the minute that deranged psychopaths who claim to be in love with her worm their way in.

Her mail has increased through the roof. I've resorted to asking Taylor to open the letters that don't look like of any importance significance to Ana and shred them. I sat down with him this afternoon at GEH to read over several and I felt like my heart was in my mouth the entire time they were that disgusting, men telling her that they are in love with her and that they want her to leave me and start a life with them.

There have been cheap and nasty engagement rings enclosed, the vilest of fucking nude photos and not to mention the underwear. One prick sent her his boxer briefs covered in his own semen. I had to leave the room for ten minutes when I opened that one. I expected for this to happen, I knew that she was going to receive attention from other men once the media got hold of her name and picture but I never thought it would affect me like this. The mere thought of these guys desiring her and wanting her the way that I want her repulses me, I have received similar fan mail from women over the years but I don't even concern myself with those I just pass them onto Taylor without batting as much as an eyelid but this, this is a whole new concept for me.

I haven't told Ana and I don't intend to either, we may be communicating more now but I don't feel the need to scare her without any good reason. I have a team of security to protect her and there is no way in fucking hell that I will allow anything to happen to her again.

I've got this under control and she doesn't need to know. The girls are sitting around the breakfast bar talking over glasses of wines and we are on the balcony with bourbon and a deck of cards. It's still light out and Elliot often wants to smoke a cigar after a drink or four, but he doesn't. He just sits there twirling the thing in his fingers over and again while looking at it. I was meant to suffer and was meant to live with an unbearable amount of heartache and pain.

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I asked you about the Moscato d'Asti. I couldn't talk long because I had to run, but gave you my number. Would really like to get to know you better. Drop me a line. Let's see if we click! Ana decides to bid, using the money Grey deposited into her bank account:. Grey wants to give Ana a tour of the house, once the auction is over, but Mia persuades Ana to stay for the first dance auction, where men bid on having the first dance with one of twelve women. Now, you know how I say Dr Flynn is a quack?

So, he almost certainly knows that Grey is possessive and controlling. He tries to outbid Grey. No one of consequence?! Then, once the flashback is over, we get this vileness:. Grey and Ana head back downstairs to take part in the first dance, but during it, Dr Flynn asks if he can cut in. Grey is relieved and reminds himself that Flynn would never be so unprofessional, which feels like a line thrown in to make EL James feel better about the fact that she wrote him as an unprofessional dickhead in the original version of this book.

I started this recap over nine hours ago. When Ana goes to the restroom, Grey takes the opportunity to speak to Dr Flynn, who once again proves himself to be an unprofessional twat:. Well researched, EL James. You are a complete and utter wazzock. Ana arrives back whilst Grey is still on the phone.

He ends the call and Ana reminds him that Elena cares for him and is probably just looking out for him, although she believes Elena still cares for him as more than a friend. She tells Grey that she heard from Elena that he and Ana had split up and it had left him heartbroken.

Grey denies that he was heartbroken which is a lie and says he knew the split was temporary, which was why he never told her which is presumptuous AF of him.

Grey asks Ana to dance with him and as she does, this chapter finally ends. Nine and a half hours after I started recapping it. Naturally, I clicked it again and this time, WordPress froze. The change in tone between one chapter ending and another starting has given me whiplash and I will be suing EL James for my injuries.

He says he did it because he wanted to get into publishing. That is NOT true. Just a couple of paragraphs ago, he was inwardly whining: He went behind her back to do something that will allow him a significantly larger level of control over her professional life — the one thing she was adamant she wanted him to stay out of. To laugh this off is ridiculous. No, instead, she invites him into her apartment, all swoony, because EL James wants me to die of rage. Not that Ana seems to care.

I hate this franchise. And as per usual, the description of Grey pursuing Ana for sex makes her sound terrified and him sound creepy as fuck:. He asks her whether she wants him to kiss her and she says yes.

And naturally, that goes down well:. Grey agrees to this and they head into her bedroom. Ana is disappointed and tells him she wanted to go to bed with him. Grey tells her he knows and he wanted that, too. Grey literally keeps banging on about this in his head, thinking about how much he needs to fuck her without protection. You can use a condom. Grey likes the idea of this, because it means he can find a drugstore and pick up the dreaded condoms he hates so much, too. Ana quizzes Grey about his staff as they wander round the supermarket.

She has no reason to be contrite, for crying out loud! They then see a whinging toddler and Grey wonders how people cope with small children, because EL James is all about smacking us in the face with foreshadowing, in this chapter. Grey goes out of the supermarket to look for a liquor store and spots a convenience store, first. So… I hate that EL keeps using the description. Ana tries to start a meaningful conversation about how little she really knows about him, which Grey — as always, because this is totally healthy in a relationship — shuts down.

His staff and his submissives have always handled that kind of thing for him. Put the chicken in the fridge. Grey asks Ana what she wants. When she asks Grey to go down on her without actually saying that , he makes a mental comment about her pubic hair that really pisses me off:. Like you fucking force her to do everything else you want. She should be able to decide whether or not she keeps it. Well sodding remember, for once in your damn life, because your inconsistency is making an already torturously bad book, somehow even worse.

And remember how I said earlier, that in this universe, if a guy fucks you, he owns you? She admits that it kept her company in his absence, then heads back to the kitchen, whilst Grey has yet another melodramatic moment:.

Answers on a postcard, everyone. Does she just have no better experience to fall back on? He also asks him to pick up a lipstick.

Grey notes that Ana has always looked after other people, rather than the other way around. It spurs him into telling her he wants to take care of her:. Ana, understandably, is worried about her colleagues finding out that her boyfriend has just bought the company:. He explains that the news of the takeover is embargoed for four weeks anyway, whilst the management make changes.

This rings alarm bells for Ana, who is worried about her job. At this point, I am pretty sure my veins are full of molten rage. Grey agrees with her — internally, at least — and then Ana makes a joke about paging Doctor Flynn and the whole scene shifts to them wanting dessert. I honestly think EL James was dropped on her head as a baby. I can think of no other explanation as to why she wrote such a blatant portrayal of an abusive relationship and passed it off as romance.

During the actual sex, Grey manages to make a declaration of his feelings sound like something a psychopath would say:. Maybe treat her better. He thinks of it as a proper date.

But, like all good things, my period of freedom had to come to an end, some time. We also get a list of contents, detailing the chapter titles again, all named after the date the action takes place. That was a more innocent time…. EL then goes on to make a full Oscars speech, thanking various people. She also mentions having an editorial team and, having read all of her previous, mistake-strewn crap, I say to that: Before we jump in, a quick reminder that text from the book will always appear in italics and anything I deem especially abusive will be in red.

We start out on Thursday the 9th of June Well, apparently that extends to buildings, too. Taylor clears his throat and his eyes dart to mine in the rearview mirror. Am I that obvious? Feel free to change. He recognises that he was the cause of their split, yet immediately becomes possessive and gross:. The memory is unwelcome. I made her that miserable. I took everything too far, too quickly. And it fills me with a despair that has become all too familiar since she left.

Your plans are in place. You are going to win her back. Red, because of the total absence of the possibility of her saying no. And also because he sounds like a serial killer.

Taylor is pacing outside and glancing toward the front door. Christ, he looks as nervous as I feel. What the hell is it to him? And once again, he starts referring to his entire relationship with Ana as a business transaction:. This is worse than waiting for her in the Marble Bar, and the irony is not lost on me. Nothing turns out as I expect with Miss Anastasia Steele. Panic knots my stomach once more. Today, I have to negotiate a bigger deal. I want her back.

She said she loved me… My heart rate spikes in response to the adrenaline that floods my body. Because this woman has no other clothes, apparently.

Her face is pale, almost translucent. Guilt lances through me. My concern at her appearance turns to anger. She glances at some random guy behind her and he gives her a broad smile. Their carefree exchange only fuels my rage. He watches her with blatant male appreciation as she walks toward the car, and my wrath increases with each of her steps.

Seriously, you guys, I was so incensed by this, that I had to go downstairs and get myself a blackcurrant sundae tart, in order to eat my feelings.

Because literally the first thing Grey does when Ana gets into the car is start bitching at her:. Her blue eyes peer up at me, stripping me bare and leaving me as raw as they did the first time I met her.

But you snapped at her the second she got into the car. Now, we progress to Jack Hyde. Taylor pulls away from the curb, and Ana waves to the prick who followed her out of the building.

I recall the employee details I flipped through this morning: She has every right to refuse to answer his invasive questions. Because this book wants me to die of some kind of rage-induced aneurism.

She sighs in frustration and rolls her eyes to piss me off. And I see it—a soft smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. I find myself mirroring her, and I try to mask my smile. You are a danger to the people you claim to care about. Help is out there. As I study her it becomes achingly clear that my biggest fear is unfounded.

The thought is at once comforting and distressing. I did this to her. How can I ever win her back? But her words give me a modicum of hope. Encouraged, I cling to that thought. Her hand feels small and ice-cold engulfed in the warmth of mine. I really should have. An orchard in the fall. Bright eyes, full of humor and mischief…and desire. My sweet, sweet Ana. Emboldened, I take a risk and, closing my eyes, I kiss her hair. But I must be careful.

I hold her, enjoying the feel of her in my arms and this simple moment of tranquility. Ana makes an innocent comment to Taylor about giving him back the handkerchief that he gave her when she left because she was snotty-crying and it turns Grey into even more of a possessive shitbag:. What the hell is going on between them? Handkerchiefs are my business, not his. Back in the here and now, they get out of the car and into an elevator to go up to the top of the building with the helipad.

Darkening eyes look up at mine. Her proximity is arousing. She inhales sharply and looks at the floor. She looks up at me, her fathomless eyes clouding with desire. Just as a pro-tip: This does not bode well. I want to fuck her here, and make her mine again….

Thankfully, the elevator doors open and they walk onto the roof. Remember how angry Grey was about Ana having lost weight? She feels too slight, but her petite frame fits perfectly under my arm.

We fit together so well, Ana. As I strap her into the seat, her breath hitches. The sound travels straight to my groin. I run the back of my index finger down her cheek, tracing the line of her blush. They are still totally incompatible. He seems to think if they shag, everything will be okay again. That is not what I want to hear, but I try not to overreact.

I can still take you there. You could have let me have my moment for a little longer…. Has he tried anything with her? I will fire his ass if he has. But as we near our destination my confidence falters. I hope to God that my plan works. I need to take her somewhere private. I should have booked a table somewhere. These last few days have shown me that I need someone—I need her. I want her, but will she have me? Can I convince her to give me a second chance?

See, we get shit like this in his internal monologue, but what are his actions?! Yelling at her about her weight the second he sees her, thinking about how much he wants to non-consensually hit her for it and then overly sexualising their every interaction. And EL James is merely trying to manipulate her readers into feeling sorry for him AGAIN, just like she did in the first book, via his nightmares , so they make excuses for his behaviour.

This is genuinely vile. But will it be enough for her? Will it be enough for me? They have to take the stairs down from the roof, as the elevator is out of order. So, in the car on the way to the exhibition, Grey makes Ana promise to eat.

So, we can see that he is exactly the same as he always was. This is evidence of that fact. His behaviour is as creepy, invasive and gross as always. Apparently food is going to get me through this book. Understandably, this makes Ana mad:. She looks mad as she climbs out. Where you want to be. Turning, I see that that boy has his arms wrapped around my girl.

For his part, he looks really fucking interested in her. Anger flares in my chest. Obvious red ink for all the possessive bullshit, particularly as they are NOT back together right now and she is therefore NOT his. Her pride in his work is obvious. She admires him and takes an interest in his success because she cares about him. She cares about him too much.

An ugly emotion with a bitter sting rises in my chest. It flows through his freaking veins in place of blood, for crying out loud! A press photographer who Grey describes in deeply unflattering terms, naturally asks for a photo of him, which causes Grey to grab Ana and pull her close, so he can show the world she belongs to him:.

Aaaaw, that totally makes up for all the shit he pulls. Grey goes on to say he sometimes took his previous submissives out shopping, or possibly to an event as a reward for good behaviour. Grey holds out his hand and Ana takes it.

Seven full-blown portraits of Anastasia Steele. She looks jawdroppingly beautiful, natural, and relaxed—laughing, scowling, pouting, pensive, amused, and in one of them, wistful and sad.

As I scrutinize the detail in each photograph, I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that he wants to be much more than her friend. Ana is staring at them in stunned silence, as surprised as I am to see them. I want the pictures. When I return to Ana, I find a blond dude chatting with her, trying his luck.

I place a territorial hand on her elbow and give him my best fuck-off-now glare. But in my version, Christian Grey also gets eaten alive by wolves. Her lips part in astonishment, and I try not to let it distract me.

I love that people think this is romantic. I glance back at the pictures. I cannot think why a man who purposefully intimidates her, manipulates, threatens and controls her against her will has never seen her relaxed.

People, prepare yourselves for a shock: I want to do this in private. She clears her throat and draws herself up to full height. Not talk to you, unless you gave me permission to do so. What do you expect? We need to discuss this in private! Why is she doing this here? Okay, I can see that could be confusing—however, I do not want to discuss it here.

We need to leave. She fucking asked me how bad it could get! Anger erupts like Mount St. Helens deep in my chest. I run my hands through my hair to prevent myself from grabbing her and dragging her outside so we can continue this discussion in private.

I take a deep breath. Find the boy, say good-bye. I recognize that stubborn, mulish set to her mouth. We are leaving if I have to pick her up and carry her. She gives me a withering look and turns with a sharp spin, her hair flying so that it hits my shoulder. She stalks off to find him. As she moves away I struggle to recover my equilibrium. What is it about her that presses all my buttons? I want to scold her, spank her, and fuck her. And in that order. So, technically, she consented to the beating he gave her at the end of the last book.

Oh, by the way, who here is missing Possessive Shit Bag Grey?! I scan the room. The boy—no, Rodriguez—is standing with a flock of female admirers. He listens intently to everything she has to say, then sweeps her into his arms, spinning her around.

S he glances at me, then weaves her hands into his hair and presses her cheek to his and whispers something in his ear. His arms around her. Fortunately for him, he releases her as I approach. Where is this sexy? Am I missing something?!

I know this is going to get much, much worse, too. It takes all my self-control not to haul her over my shoulder. Instead I drag her by the hand to the front door and out onto the street. I just want to—. I grab her face between my hands, pinning her body with mine as rage and desire mix in a heady, explosive cocktail. I capture her lips with mine and our teeth clash, but then my tongue is in her mouth.

She tastes of cheap wine and delicious, sweet, sweet Ana. Up to this point, she has been angry with Grey. Dragging her into an alleyway, pressing her against the wall and forcing his tongue into her mouth? Grey even admits that the kiss was meant as a punishment and a sign of ownership. Real-life abuse goes unseen, even by those it happens to sometimes, because it is insidious.

We are reading about an abusive man, in black and white. Grey wants to fuck her right there in the alleyway, but he hears a police car in the distance and it brings him back to reality:.

She moans as my fingers find the hem of her dress and start tugging it higher. My goal is to pull it up, fuck her here. Make her mine, again. The feel of her. In the distance and through the fog of my lust, I hear a police siren wail. Because she made him mad by reminding him that he hit her?

This is what it feels like: Control your own emotions. Do you want the photographer, Anastasia? He obviously has feelings for you. Yet you… you bring out feelings in me that are completely alien.

I cannot find the vocabulary to describe how I feel. See how I am around you, Ana. I run my hand through my hair, taking deep, thought-clearing breaths. I grab her hand. WE are in control of our OWN behaviour. Grey leads Ana to the nearest restaurant. He immediately gets snobby about it, then thinks to himself that the walls are the same colour as his playroom.

On being seated at a table by a waiter, Grey takes it upon himself to order for both of them, having only had the slightest glance at the menu on the wall and, more importantly, without Ana having the chance to look at it and choose for herself:. I want it RARE.

You should be embarrassed. Even I can see that. Well played, you piece of shit. Instead, he continues to play mind games with Ana, as they sit and wait for their meal:. I know that look. Perhaps she wanted to select her own meal. Grey orders wine and is an asshole to the waiter.

Oh, tit for tat, Miss Steele. I realize our bickering will get us nowhere. She bites her lip as the color drains from her face. She swallows and takes a steadying breath. Perhaps my behavior over the last hour has finally driven her away. I behaved stupidly, and you—so did you. This has haunted me. But before I recover, words tumble from her mouth. I was trying to be what you wanted me to be, trying to deal with the pain, and it went out of my mind.

He briefly wonders whether he should have reminded her of her safe words, but then immediately discounts this:. Did I remind her of her safe words? The e-mail that she sent me the first time I spanked her comes to mind.

I should have reminded her. So, he thinks about his own role in the situation for about three seconds and then goes back to blaming her. EL then regurgitates a passage from the last book, in which Grey makes Ana repeat what her safe words are.

You know, so we can see what a fantastic Dom he really is. What kind of relationship is that? I should never have chased her. The waiter arrives with the wine as we stare with incredulity at each other. Maybe I should have done a better job of explaining it to her. I took things too far. He also finally tells her what she said in her sleep a few weeks ago: He tells her that hearing that made him relax and feel comforted. All of which serves to make Ana feel sorry for him, which he uses to his advantage:.

Her open and honest compassion is written all over her lovely face as she reaches for her wine. This is my chance. I need to know. I want to stop thinking about that right now, and with impeccable timing, the waiter returns with our meal.

She examines the contents of her plate with distaste. And it will have nothing to do with my sexual gratification. If you want to defend this to me, might I please suggest that you instead fuck very far off.

Stow your twitching palm, please. As they eat in silence, he thinks:. Her reaction to the kiss in the alley was…visceral. She still wants me. The thought of deferring my desire displeases me. I shift uncomfortably in my chair. Stage three of the campaign has not gone as smoothly as I anticipated.

But I can turn this around and close the deal in the car. Grey worries that Ana might not want to talk about their personal relationship in the car, with Taylor driving. So, he tells Taylor to wear earphones and listen to his iPod on the entire way home. Do you want a regular vanilla relationship, with no kinky fuckery at all? Oh, baby, so do I. This, I have worked out for myself.

Ana is open and honest with Grey and he proves with his inner reaction that the two of them are in NO way compatible:. She has seen the monster. I ignore her first comment and concentrate on her second point. How can I protect myself from that? And suppose she does something stupid that puts herself at risk? She shifts in her seat, and a silent, sweet joy unfurls deep in my gut. Oh, baby, I love it when you squirm.

So we may be able to structure a relationship around this. Deep breath, Grey, give her the terms. Do the vanilla thing and then maybe, once you trust me more—and I trust you to be honest and to communicate with me— we could move on and do some of the things that I like to do.

Ana has a long pause, where she tries to work out what to say in response.

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