I have to try and categorize and analyze my feelings for Christian Grey. When she doesn't answer, I leave her a groveling message to tell her I am alive and have not succumbed to Bluebeard, well not in the sense she would be worried about - or perhaps I have. *RU OK Ana* *Where RU Ana* *Damn it Ana* I call Kate. Sleeping beauty is still sleeping, so I leave him and head for the kitchen. I try and bring order to the chaos with my fingers but fail miserably and give up - maybe I'll find hair ties in my purse. Honestly, fancy falling for a man who's beyond beautiful, richer than Croesus, and has a Red Room of Pain waiting for me. In fact, he has very odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave. So you've just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn't love you. She's staring at me with pursed lips, tapping her foot.
You don't do any exercise in your life, my subconscious has woken. I feel a little sore, if I'm honest, and my muscles - jeez it's like I've never done any exercise in my life. I stare at myself in the gigantic mirror above the sinks. Given he doesn't sleep with anyone, one of them can't have been used. Why does one man need so much spaceTwo sinks, I notice with irony. It's the bathroom, and it's bigger than my bedroom. Returning to the bedroom, Christian is still asleep. I wonder briefly how she's getting on with Elliot. Actually, Kate's wardrobe probably rivals this. How can anyone need this many clothesI tut with disapproval. Lines and lines of expensive suits, shirts, shoes, and ties. I walk through a door thinking that it might be the bathroom, but I'm in a vast walk-in closet as big as my bedroom. Slipping out of bed, I find his white shirt on the floor and shrug it on. I could gaze at him all day, but I have needs - bathroom needs. I don't have to worry about what I'm saying, what he's saying, what plans he has, especially his plans for me. It's tempting to reach out and touch him, but like a small child, he's so lovely when he's asleep.
How could anyone look this good and still be legalI remember his room upstairs. His sculptured, pouty lips are parted slightly, and his shiny, clean hair is a glorious mess. His lovely face looks younger, relaxed in sleep. He's facing me, and I have an unprecedented opportunity to study him. Beside me, Christian Grey is fast asleep. It's a beautiful May morning, Seattle at my feet. Chapter Nine Light fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness.