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I
roll
my
eyes
at
her
,
grateful
that
a
certain
twitchy
-
palmed
control
freak
is
not
in
the
room
,
and
resolve
to
ask
him
about
the
personal
trainer
.
That
’
s
if
I
sign
.
My
inner
goddess
glares
at
me
in
desperation
.
Of
course
you
’
ll
sign
.
I
ignore
them
both
,
and
after
a
quick
trip
to
the
bathroom
,
I
go
in
search
of
Christian
.
He
’
s
not
in
the
art
gallery
,
but
an
elegant
middle
-
aged
woman
is
cleaning
in
the
kitchen
area
.
The
sight
of
her
stops
me
in
my
tracks
.
She
has
short
blond
hair
and
clear
blue
eyes
;
she
wears
a
plain
white
tailored
shirt
and
a
navy
-
blue
pencil
skirt
.
She
smiles
broadly
when
she
sees
me
.
“
Good
morning
,
Miss
Steele
.
Would
you
like
some
breakfast
?
”
Her
tone
is
warm
but
businesslike
,
and
I
am
stunned
.
Who
is
this
attractive
blonde
in
Christian
’
s
kitchen
?
I
’
m
only
wearing
Christian
’
s
T
-
shirt
.
I
feel
self
-
conscious
and
embarrassed
by
my
lack
of
clothing
.
“
I
’
m
afraid
you
have
me
at
a
disadvantage
.
”
My
voice
is
quiet
,
unable
to
hide
the
anxiety
in
my
voice
.
“
Oh
,
I
’
m
terribly
sorry
—
I
’
m
Mrs
.
Jones
,
Mr
.
Grey
’
s
housekeeper
.
”
Oh
.
“
How
do
you
do
?
”
I
manage
.
“
Would
you
like
some
breakfast
,
ma
’
am
?
”
Ma
’
am
!
“
Just
some
tea
would
be
lovely
,
thank
you
.
Do
you
know
where
Mr
.
Grey
is
?
”
