Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 75

"You see, this is what I was talking about, you defying me. I want you to have them, and that's the end

of the discussion. It's very simple. You don't have to think about this.

As a submissive you would just be grateful for them. You just accept what I buy you because it pleases

me for you to do so."

"I wasn't a submissive when you bought them for me," I whisper.

"No... but you've agreed, Anastasia." His eyes turn wary.

I sigh. I am not going to win this, so over to plan B.

"So they are mine to do with as I wish?"

He eyes me suspiciously, but concedes.

"Yes."

"In that case, I'd like to give them to a charity, one working in Darfur since that seems to be close to

your heart. They can auction them."

"If that's what you want to do." His mouth sets into a hard line. He's disappointed.

I flush.

"I'll think about it," I murmur, I don't want to disappoint him, and his words come back to me. I want you

to want to please me.

"Don't think, Anastasia. Not about this." His tone is quiet and serious.

How can I not thinkYou can pretend to be a car, like his other possessions, my subconscious makes an

unwelcome vitriolic return. I ignore her. Oh, can't we rewindThe atmosphere between us is now tense. I

don't know what to do. I stare down at my fingers.

How do I retrieve this situation?

He puts the champagne bottle on the table and stands in front of me. Putting his hand under my chin,

he tilts my head up. He gazes down at me, his expression grave.

"I will buy you lots of things, Anastasia. Get used to it. I can afford it. I'm a very wealthy man." He leans

down and plants a swift, chaste kiss on my lips. "Please." He releases me.

'Ho' my subconscious mouths at me.

"It makes me feel cheap," I murmur.

Christian runs his hand through his hair, exasperated.

"It shouldn't. You're over-thinking it, Anastasia. Don't place some vague moral judgment on yourself

based on what others might think. Don't waste your energy. It's only because you have reservations

about our arrangement, that's perfectly natural. You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

I frown, trying to process his words.

"Hey, stop this," he commands softly, cupping my chin again and pulling at it gently so I release my

lower lip from my teeth. "There is nothing about you that is cheap, Anastasia.

I won't have you thinking that. I just bought you some old books that I thought might mean something to

you, that's all. Have some champagne." His eyes warm and soften, and I smile tentatively back up at

him. "That's better," he murmurs. He picks up the champagne, takes off the foil top and cage, twists the

bottle rather than the cork, and opens it with a small pop and a practiced flourish that doesn't spill a

drop. He half fills the cups.

"It's pink," I murmur, surprised.

"Bollinger Grande Annee Rose 1999, an excellent vintage," he says with relish.

"In teacups."

He grins.

"In teacups. Congratulations on your degree, Anastasia." We clink cups, and he takes a drink, but I

can't help thinking this is really about my capitulation.

"Thank you," I murmur and take a sip. Of course it's delicious. "Shall we go through the soft limits?"

He smiles, and I blush.

"Always so eager." Christian takes my hand and leads me to the couch where he sits and tugs me

down beside him.

"You're stepfather's a very taciturn man."

Oh... not soft limits then. I just want to get this out of the way; the anxiety is gnawing at me.

"You managed to have him eating out of your hand." I pout.

Christian laughs softly.

"Only because I know how to fish."

"How do you know he liked fishing?"

"You told me. When we went for coffee."

"Oh... did I?" I take another sip. Wow he has a memory for detail. Hmm... this champagne really is very

good. "Did you try the wine at the reception?"

Christian makes a face.

"Yes. It was foul."

"I thought of you when I tasted it. How did you get to be so knowledgeable about wine?"

"I'm not knowledgeable, Anastasia, I just know what I like." His gray eyes shine, almost silver, and it

makes me flush. "Some more?" he asks, referring to the champagne.

"Please."

Christian rises gracefully and collects the bottle. He fills my cup. Is he getting me tipsyI eye him

suspiciously.

"This place looks pretty bare, are you ready for the move?"

"More or less."

"Are you working tomorrow?"

"Yes, my last day at Clayton's"

"I'd help you move, but I promised to meet my sister at the airport."

Oh... this is news.

"Mia arrives from Paris very early Saturday morning. I'm heading back to Seattle tomorrow, but I hear

Elliot is giving you two a hand." This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yes, Kate is very excited about that."

Christian frowns.

"Yes, Kate and Elliot, who would have thought?" he murmurs, and for some reason, he doesn't look

pleased.

"So what are you doing about work in Seattle?"

When are we going to talk about the limitsWhat's his game?

"I have a couple of interviews for intern places."

"You were going tell me this when?" He arches a brow.

"Err... I'm telling you now."

He narrows his eyes.

"Where?"

For some reason, possibly because he might use his influence, I don't want to tell him.

"A couple of publishing houses."

"Is that what you want to do, something in publishing?"

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