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“
Because
I
’
m
enjoying
my
breakfast
and
your
company
.
Once
you
’
re
enlightened
,
you
probably
won
’
t
want
to
see
me
again
.
”
What
does
that
mean
?
Does
he
white
-
slave
small
children
to
some
godforsaken
part
of
the
planet
?
Is
he
part
of
some
underworld
crime
syndicate
?
It
would
explain
why
he
’
s
so
rich
.
Is
he
deeply
religious
?
Is
he
impotent
?
Surely
not
—
he
could
prove
that
to
me
right
now
.
I
flush
scarlet
thinking
about
the
possibilities
.
This
is
getting
me
nowhere
.
I
’
d
like
to
solve
the
riddle
that
is
Christian
Grey
sooner
rather
than
later
.
If
it
means
that
whatever
secret
he
has
is
so
gross
that
I
don
’
t
want
to
know
him
anymore
,
then
,
quite
frankly
,
it
will
be
a
relief
.
Don
’
t
lie
to
yourself
—
my
subconscious
yells
at
me
—
it
’
ll
have
to
be
pretty
damned
bad
to
have
you
running
for
the
hills
.
“
Tonight
.
”
He
raises
an
eyebrow
.
“
Like
Eve
,
you
’
re
so
quick
to
eat
from
the
tree
of
knowledge
.
”
He
smirks
.
“
Are
you
smirking
at
me
,
Mr
.
Grey
?
”
I
ask
sweetly
.
Pompous
ass
.
He
narrows
his
eyes
at
me
and
picks
up
his
BlackBerry
.
He
presses
one
number
.
“
Taylor
.
I
’
m
going
to
need
Charlie
Tango
.
”
Charlie
Tango
!
Who
’
s
he
?
“
From
Portland
at
,
say
,
twenty
thirty
…
No
,
standby
at
Escala
…
All
night
.
”
