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“
Yes
,
please
,
”
I
murmur
.
I
am
standing
in
this
enormous
room
feeling
out
of
place
.
I
walk
over
to
the
glass
wall
,
and
I
realize
that
the
lower
half
of
the
wall
opens
concertina
style
onto
the
balcony
.
Seattle
is
lit
up
and
lively
in
the
background
.
I
walk
back
to
the
kitchen
area
—
it
takes
a
few
seconds
,
it
’
s
so
far
from
the
glass
wall
—
and
Christian
is
opening
a
bottle
of
wine
.
He
’
s
removed
his
jacket
.
“
Pouilly
Fumé
okay
with
you
?
”
“
I
know
nothing
about
wine
,
Christian
.
I
’
m
sure
it
will
be
fine
.
”
My
voice
is
soft
and
hesitant
.
My
heart
is
thumping
.
I
want
to
run
.
This
is
seriously
rich
.
Seriously
over
-
the
-
top
Bill
Gates
–
style
wealthy
.
What
am
I
doing
here
?
You
know
very
well
what
you
’
re
doing
here
,
my
subconscious
sneers
at
me
.
Yes
,
I
want
to
be
in
Christian
Grey
’
s
bed
.
“
Here
.
”
He
hands
me
a
glass
of
wine
.
Even
the
glasses
are
rich
…
heavy
,
contemporary
crystal
.
I
take
a
sip
,
and
the
wine
is
light
,
crisp
,
and
delicious
.
“
You
’
re
very
quiet
,
and
you
’
re
not
even
blushing
.
In
fact
,
I
think
this
is
the
palest
I
’
ve
ever
seen
you
,
Anastasia
,
”
he
murmurs
.
“
Are
you
hungry
?
”
I
shake
my
head
.
Not
for
food
.
“
It
’
s
a
very
big
place
you
have
here
.
”
“
Big
?
”
“
Big
.
”
“
It
’
s
big
,
”
he
agrees
,
and
his
eyes
glow
with
amusement
.
I
take
another
sip
of
wine
.
