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“
Ugh
,
no
they
didn
’
t
.
And
Monsieur
Floubert
,
the
ogre
I
was
working
for
,
he
was
such
a
domineering
tyrant
.
”
I
splutter
into
my
wine
.
“
Anastasia
,
are
you
okay
?
”
Christian
asks
solicitously
,
taking
his
hand
off
my
thigh
.
Humor
has
returned
to
his
voice
.
Oh
,
thank
heavens
.
When
I
nod
,
he
pats
my
back
gently
and
only
removes
his
hand
when
he
knows
I
’
ve
recovered
.
The
beef
is
delicious
and
served
with
roasted
sweet
potatoes
,
carrots
,
parsnips
,
and
green
beans
.
It
is
even
more
palatable
since
Christian
manages
to
retain
his
good
humor
for
the
rest
of
the
meal
.
I
suspect
that
it
’
s
because
I
’
m
eating
so
heartily
.
The
conversation
flows
freely
among
the
Greys
,
warm
and
caring
,
gently
teasing
one
another
.
Over
our
dessert
of
lemon
syllabub
,
Mia
regales
us
with
her
exploits
in
Paris
,
lapsing
at
one
point
into
fluent
French
.
We
all
stare
at
her
,
and
she
stares
back
puzzled
,
until
Christian
tells
her
in
equally
fluent
French
what
she
’
s
done
,
whereupon
she
bursts
into
a
fit
of
giggles
.
She
has
a
very
infectious
laugh
,
and
soon
we
’
re
all
in
stitches
.
Elliot
holds
forth
about
his
latest
building
project
,
a
new
eco
-
friendly
community
to
the
north
of
Seattle
.
I
glance
up
at
Kate
,
and
she
’
s
hanging
on
every
word
Elliot
says
,
her
eyes
glowing
with
lust
or
love
.
I
haven
’
t
quite
worked
out
which
yet
.
He
grins
down
at
her
,
and
it
’
s
as
if
an
unspoken
promise
passes
between
them
.
Laters
,
baby
,
he
’
s
saying
,
and
it
’
s
hot
,
freaking
hot
.
I
flush
just
watching
them
.
I
sigh
and
peek
up
at
Fifty
Shades
.
I
could
stare
at
him
forever
.
He
has
light
stubble
over
his
chin
,
and
my
fingers
itch
to
scratch
it
and
feel
it
against
my
face
,
against
my
breasts
…
between
my
thighs
.
I
blush
at
the
direction
of
my
thoughts
.
He
peers
down
at
me
and
raises
his
hand
to
pull
at
my
chin
.
“
Don
’
t
bite
your
lip
,
”
he
murmurs
huskily
.
“
I
want
to
do
that
.
”
Grace
and
Mia
clear
our
dessert
glasses
and
head
to
the
kitchen
,
while
Mr
.
Grey
,
Kate
,
and
Elliot
discuss
the
merits
of
solar
panels
in
Washington
State
.
Christian
,
feigning
interest
in
their
conversation
,
puts
his
hand
once
more
on
my
knee
,
and
his
fingers
travel
up
my
thigh
.
My
breathing
hitches
and
I
press
my
thighs
together
in
a
bid
to
halt
his
progress
.
I
can
see
him
smirk
.
