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I
smile
,
and
his
lips
twitch
.
The
elevator
arrives
,
and
we
step
in
.
We
’
re
alone
.
Suddenly
,
for
some
inexplicable
reason
,
possibly
our
proximity
in
such
an
enclosed
space
,
the
atmosphere
between
us
changes
,
charged
with
an
electric
,
exhilarating
anticipation
.
My
breathing
alters
as
my
heart
races
.
His
head
turns
fractionally
toward
me
,
his
eyes
darkest
slate
.
I
bite
my
lip
.
“
Oh
,
fuck
the
paperwork
,
”
he
growls
.
He
lunges
at
me
,
pushing
me
against
the
wall
of
the
elevator
.
Before
I
know
it
,
he
’
s
got
both
of
my
hands
in
one
of
his
in
a
viselike
grip
above
my
head
,
and
he
’
s
pinning
me
to
the
wall
using
his
hips
.
Holy
shit
.
His
other
hand
grabs
my
hair
and
yanks
down
,
bringing
my
face
up
,
and
his
lips
are
on
mine
.
It
’
s
only
just
not
painful
.
I
moan
into
his
mouth
,
giving
his
tongue
an
opening
.
He
takes
full
advantage
,
his
tongue
expertly
exploring
my
mouth
.
I
have
never
been
kissed
like
this
.
My
tongue
tentatively
strokes
his
and
joins
his
in
a
slow
,
erotic
dance
that
’
s
all
about
touch
and
sensation
,
all
bump
and
grind
.
He
brings
his
hand
up
to
grasp
my
chin
and
holds
me
in
place
.
I
’
m
helpless
,
my
hands
pinned
,
my
face
held
,
and
his
hips
restraining
me
.
His
erection
is
against
my
belly
.
Oh
my
…
He
wants
me
.
Christian
Grey
,
Greek
god
,
wants
me
,
and
I
want
him
,
here
…
now
,
in
the
elevator
.
“
You
.
Are
.
So
.
Sweet
,
”
he
murmurs
,
each
word
a
staccato
.
The
elevator
stops
,
the
doors
open
,
and
he
pushes
away
from
me
in
the
blink
of
an
eye
,
leaving
me
hanging
.
Three
men
in
business
suits
look
at
both
of
us
and
smirk
as
they
climb
on
board
.
My
heart
rate
is
through
the
roof
,
I
feel
like
I
’
ve
run
an
uphill
race
I
want
to
lean
over
and
grasp
my
knees
…
but
that
’
s
just
too
obvious
.
I
glance
up
at
him
.
He
looks
so
cool
and
calm
,
like
he
’
s
been
doing
the
Seattle
Times
crossword
.
How
unfair
.
Is
he
totally
unaffected
by
my
presence
?
He
glances
at
me
out
of
the
corner
of
his
eyes
,
and
he
gently
blows
out
a
deep
breath
.
Oh
,
he
’
s
affected
all
right
—
and
my
very
small
inner
goddess
sways
in
a
gentle
victorious
samba
.
The
businessmen
exit
on
the
second
floor
.
We
have
one
more
floor
to
travel
.
“
You
’
ve
brushed
your
teeth
,
”
he
says
,
staring
at
me
.
“
I
used
your
toothbrush
.
”
His
lips
quirk
up
in
a
half
smile
.
“
Oh
,
Anastasia
Steele
,
what
am
I
going
to
do
with
you
?
”
