“Yes. I want her to make the right decision.” “You should go and see her.” “What?” “Get on a plane.” “Really?” “If she’s undecided. Go use your considerable charm.” My snort is derisive. “Christian,” she scolds, “when you want something badly enough, you go after it and you always win. You know that. You’re so negative about yourself. Drives me crazy.” I sigh. “I’m not sure.” “The poor girl is probably bored to tears down there. Go. You’ll get your answer. If it’s no, you can move on, if it’s yes, you can enjoy being yourself with her.” “She’s back Friday.” “Seize the day, my dear.” “She did say she missed me.” “There you go.” Her eyes flash with certainty. “I’ll think about it. More champagne?” “Please,” she says, and gives me a girlish grin. DRIVING BACK TO ESCALA, I contemplate Elena’s advice. I could go to see Ana. She said she’s missed
me…the jet’s available. Back home I read her latest e-mail.
From: Anastasia Steele Subject: Suitable Dinner Companions Date: May 31 2011 23:58 EST To: Christian Grey I hope you and your friend had a very pleasant dinner. Ana P.S. Was it Mrs. Robinson?
Shit. This is the perfect excuse. This is going to need an answer in person. I buzz Taylor and tell him I’m going to need Stephan and the Gulfstream in the morning. “Very good, Mr. Grey. Where are you going?” “We’re going to Savannah.” “Yes, sir.” And there’s a hint of amusement in his voice.
Published on Jun 2, 2016