Freed (Fifty Shades as Told by Christian #3) - E.L. James Page 0,37

hang up and turn to my computer. I’m hoping some e-mail banter with my fiancée will improve my disposition and hers.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: The Ultimate Consumer. Consuming.

Date: July 11 2011 08:43

To: Anastasia Steele

My darling Anastasia

I was reminiscing about the day you found out I had purchased SIP. I believe you called me an ass, when I was merely exercising my rights as a citizen of our fine country to purchase whatever I please. As the Ultimate Consumer (again, your epithet) I am informing you that the news of my most recent acquisition is no longer embargoed and a press release will be issued today.

I’m so glad you’ve moved in.

I slept well last night knowing you were there.

I love you.

Christian Grey

CEO, Entrepreneur, not an ass, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Boss or Bossy

Date: July 11 2011 08:56

To: Christian Grey

My dearest husband-to-be

You were an ass (I stand by that appellation) and my boss’s boss’s boss. I remember that we enjoyed a thoroughly entertaining and sticky evening. Perhaps a helping of ice cream this evening? It is so warm out…

I love you back. Very much.

I’m preparing an agenda for our meeting this evening with Alondra about final preparations!

Any last-minute requests?

Are you still happy for the rehearsal dinner to take place at Escala?

Anastasia Steele

Acting Editor, Fiction, SIP

From: Christian Grey

Subject: How Many Times!

Date: July 11 2011 08:59

To: Anastasia Steele

My darling Anastasia

Let’s make it a short service.

I’m impatient for you to be mine.

Yes, to Escala. Fewer prying eyes there.

Oh, and BLACKBERRY!!!

AND BEN & JERRY’S & ANA.

My favorite dessert.

Christian Grey

Bossy CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Uber Bossy

Date: July 11 2011 09:02

To: Christian Grey

Oh fiddle-dee-dee Mr. Grey.

It’s my favorite dessert too.

Ana x

I smile. Now she’s quoting Gone with the Wind at me. She seems happy enough. I shake my head and summon Andrea, my disposition much improved.

Thank you, Miss Steele.

Mid-morning, Andrea puts Darius Jackson from the Port of Ephrata through.

“Good morning, Christian.”

“Darius, it’s good to hear your voice. Has she arrived?” Suddenly I’m ten years old again, and it’s Christmas. I can barely contain my excitement.

“She has, Mr. Grey, and she’s a beauty.”

“Have you put her together?”

“Working on it now. I’ll send you some photographs when she’s complete.”

“I can’t wait to see her.”

“I have the registration ready, and I’m wondering if you want me to take her up for a test flight, or if you’d like to do that.”

“No. Take her up. Let me know how she handles.”

“I’d be delighted to. When can we expect you?”

“I’ll try and get up there this weekend. I’ll let you know.”

“Okay. I’ll get back to her. I don’t like to leave a lady waiting.” He chuckles, hangs up, and I laugh.

Me neither, Darius, unless she’s misbehaved…

I sigh. Perhaps Ana and I can go soaring this weekend.

Ana is subdued during dinner, picking at her risotto.

Maybe she’s having second thoughts?

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothing. It was just a long day.”

My anxiety simmers. There’s something she’s not telling me. “Sawyer told me there were paparazzi outside your building,” I prompt.

“We left via the loading bay. We managed to avoid them.”

So, it’s not the continual harassment from the fourth estate that’s bugging her. What is it? I try a different tack. “What did you do today?”

She snorts. “I spent most of the day on the phone with authors, trying to soften the blow of the news.”

I almost spit out my food. What the hell!

She laughs at my expression, her reaction immediately lifting my spirits.

“Yes, big business exploiting artistic endeavor,” she clarifies.

“Ah.”

“Roach called the senior editorial team together this morning to give us all the news of your takeover. Of course, I knew already, when everyone else was in the dark. It was strange. It set me apart…you know.”

“I see.” Surely that’s a good thing—knowledge is power.

“Christian.” Her eyes are full of misgiving, and her words pour out in a steady torrent. “My fiancé owns the company I work for. Roach stared at me a few times during the meeting and I didn’t know what he was thinking. I remember he went a little crazy when he found out we were getting married. The whole meeting was odd. I felt uncomfortable and self-conscious.”

Shit!

“You didn’t tell me he went a little crazy.” Asshole.

“That was a while ago, when he found out we were engaged.”

“Did he make you feel uncomfortable?”

I’ll fire him if he did.

She studies me, her face serious, as if considering my question. “A little. Maybe. Maybe not. Or maybe I’m projecting. I don’t know. Anyway, he confirmed my position as editor.”

“Today?”

“This afternoon.”

Hmm. I’ve not