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“
I
’
ll
make
supper
.
Then
I
need
to
study
.
”
I
cannot
hide
my
irritation
with
her
as
I
open
one
of
the
cupboards
to
make
supper
.
I
AM
RESTLESS
THAT
night
,
tossing
and
turning
,
dreaming
of
smoky
gray
eyes
,
coveralls
,
long
legs
,
long
fingers
,
and
dark
,
dark
unexplored
places
.
I
wake
twice
in
the
night
,
my
heart
pounding
.
Oh
,
I
’
m
going
to
look
just
great
tomorrow
with
so
little
sleep
,
I
scold
myself
.
I
punch
my
pillow
and
try
to
settle
.
THE
HEATHMAN
IS
NESTLED
in
the
heart
of
downtown
Portland
.
Its
impressive
brown
stone
edifice
was
completed
just
in
time
for
the
crash
of
the
late
1920s
.
José
,
Travis
,
and
I
are
traveling
in
my
Beetle
,
and
Kate
is
in
her
CLK
,
since
we
can
’
t
all
fit
in
my
car
.
Travis
is
José
’
s
friend
and
gopher
,
here
to
help
out
with
the
lighting
.
Kate
has
managed
to
acquire
the
use
of
a
room
at
the
Heathman
free
of
charge
for
the
morning
in
exchange
for
a
credit
in
the
article
.
When
she
explains
at
reception
that
we
’
re
here
to
photograph
Christian
Grey
,
CEO
,
we
are
instantly
upgraded
to
a
suite
.
Just
a
regular
-
sized
suite
,
however
,
as
apparently
Mr
.
Grey
is
already
occupying
the
largest
one
in
the
building
.
An
over
-
keen
marketing
executive
shows
us
up
to
the
suite
—
he
’
s
terribly
young
and
very
nervous
for
some
reason
.
I
suspect
Kate
’
s
beauty
and
commanding
manner
disarm
him
,
because
he
’
s
putty
in
her
hands
.
The
rooms
are
elegant
,
understated
,
and
opulently
furnished
.
It
’
s
nine
.
We
have
half
an
hour
to
set
up
.
Kate
is
in
full
flow
.
“
José
,
I
think
we
’
ll
shoot
against
that
wall
,
do
you
agree
?
”
She
doesn
’
t
wait
for
his
reply
.
“
Travis
,
clear
the
chairs
.
Ana
,
could
you
ask
housekeeping
to
bring
up
some
refreshments
?
And
let
Grey
know
where
we
are
.
”
Yes
,
mistress
.
She
is
so
domineering
.
I
roll
my
eyes
but
do
as
I
’
m
told
.
Half
an
hour
later
,
Christian
Grey
walks
into
our
suite
.
Holy
crap
!
He
’
s
wearing
a
white
shirt
,
open
at
the
collar
,
and
gray
flannel
pants
that
hang
from
his
hips
.
His
unruly
hair
is
still
damp
from
a
shower
.
My
mouth
goes
dry
looking
at
him
…
he
’
s
so
freaking
hot
.
Grey
is
followed
into
the
suite
by
a
man
in
his
mid
-
thirties
,
all
buzz
cut
and
stubble
in
a
sharp
dark
suit
and
tie
who
stands
silently
in
the
corner
.
His
hazel
eyes
watch
us
impassively
.
“
Miss
Steele
,
we
meet
again
.
”
Grey
extends
his
hand
,
and
I
shake
it
,
blinking
rapidly
.
Oh
my
…
he
really
is
quite
…
As
I
touch
his
hand
,
I
’
m
aware
of
that
delicious
current
running
right
through
me
,
lighting
me
up
,
making
me
blush
,
and
I
’
m
sure
my
erratic
breathing
must
be
audible
.
