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Taylor enters. “Mr. Grey. Shall I bring the car around?” “Give us five minutes.” “Yes, sir,” he says, and disappears toward the service elevator. Ana appears a few minutes later at the entrance to the living room. She looks luminous, stunning even…and amused. What’s she going to say about her missing panties? “Hi,” she says with a cryptic smile. “Hi. How are you feeling?” Her smile broadens. “Good, thanks. You?” She feigns nonchalance. “I feel mighty fine, Miss Steele.” The suspense is tantalizing and I hope my anticipation is not written all over my face. “Frank? I never figured you for a Sinatra fan,” she says, cocking her head and giving me a curious look, as the rich tones of “Witchcraft” fill the room. “Eclectic taste, Miss Steele.” I step toward her until I’m standing right in front of her. Will she crack? I’m searching for an answer in her glittering blue eyes. Ask me for your panties, baby. I caress her cheek with my fingertips. She leans her face into my touch—and I’m completely seduced—by her sweet gesture, by her teasing expression, and by the music. I want her in my arms. “Dance with me,” I whisper, as I remove the remote from my pocket and turn up the volume until Frank’s crooning surrounds us. She gives me her hand. I circle her waist and pull her beautiful body against mine, and we start a slow, simple fox-trot. She grasps my shoulder, but I’m prepared for her touch, and together we whirl across the floor, her radiant face lighting up the room…and me. She falls into step with my lead, and when the song comes to an end, she’s giddy and breathless. And so am I. “There’s no nicer witch than you.” I plant a chaste kiss on her lips. “Well, that’s brought some color to your cheeks. Thank you for the dance. Shall we go and meet my parents?” “You’re welcome, and yes, I can’t wait to meet them,” she replies, looking flushed and lovely. “Do you have everything you need?” “Oh yes,” she says with easy confidence. “Are you sure?” She nods, her lips carved in a smirk. God, she has guts. I grin. “Okay.” I can’t hide my delight. “If that’s the way you want to play it, Miss Steele.” I grab my jacket and we head to the elevator. She never fails to surprise, impress, and disarm me. Now I will have to sit through dinner with my parents, knowing my girl is not wearing any underwear. In fact, I’m traveling down in this elevator right now, knowing she’s naked beneath her skirt. She’s turned the tables on you, Grey. SHE’S QUIET AS TAYLOR drives us north on I-5. I catch a glimpse of Union Lake; the moon disappears

E l james grey  
E l james grey  

Fifty Shades of Grey

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