Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 92

We shake hands, and I know she's one of those women who doesn't tolerate fools gladly. Like Kate. I

like her immediately. She gives Christian a pointed stare, and after an awkward beat, he takes his cue.

"I'll be downstairs," he mutters, and he leaves what will be my bedroom.

"Well Miss Steele. Mr. Grey is paying me a small fortune to attend to you. What can I do for you?"

After a thorough examination and lengthy discussion, Dr. Greene and I decide on the mini pill. She

writes me a pre-paid prescription and instructs me to pick them up tomorrow. I love her no-nonsense

attitude - she has lectured me until she's as blue as her dress about taking it at the same time every

day. And I can tell she's burning with curiosity about my so-called relationship with Mr. Grey. I don't give

her any details. Somehow I don't think she'd look so calm and collected if she'd seen his Red Room of

Pain. I flush as we pass its closed door and head back downstairs to the art gallery that is Christian's

living room.

Christian is reading, seated on his couch. A breathtaking aria is playing on the music system, swirling

round him, cocooning him, filling the room with a sweet, soulful song.

For a moment, he looks serene. He turns and glances at us when we enter and smiles warmly at me.

"Are you done?" he asks as if he's genuinely interested. He points the remote at a sleek white box

beneath the fireplace that houses his iPod, and the exquisite melody fades but continues in the

background. Standing, he strolls towards us.

"Yes, Mr. Grey. Look after her; she's a beautiful, bright young woman."

Christian is taken aback - as am I. What an inappropriate thing for a doctor to say. Is she giving him

some kind of not so subtle warningChristian recovers himself.

"I fully intend to," he mutters, bemused.

Gazing at him, I shrug, embarrassed.

"I'll send you my bill," she says crisply as she shakes his hand.

"Good day, and good luck to you, Ana." She smiles, her eyes crinkling as she does when we shake

hands.

Taylor appears from nowhere to escort her through the double doors and out to the elevator. How does

he do thatWhere does he lurk?

"How was that?" Christian asks.

"Fine, thank you. She said that I had to abstain from all sexual activity for the next four weeks."

Christian's mouth drops open in shock, and I cannot keep a straight face any longer and grin at him like

an idiot.

"Gotcha!"

He narrows his eyes, and I immediately stop laughing. In fact, he looks rather forbidding. Oh shit. My

subconscious quails in the corner as all the blood drains from my face, and I imagine him putting me

across his knee again.

"Gotcha!" he says and smirks. He grabs me around my waist and pulls me up against him. "You are

incorrigible, Miss Steele," he murmurs, staring down into my eyes as he weaves his fingers into my

hair, holding me firmly in place. He kisses me, hard, and I cling on to his muscular arms for support.

"As much as I'd like to take you here, now, you need to eat and so do I. I don't want you passing out on

me later," he murmurs against my lips.

"Is that all you want me for - my body?" I whisper.

"That and your smart mouth," he breathes.

He kisses me again passionately, and then abruptly releases me, taking my hand and leading me to

the kitchen. I am reeling. One minute we're joking and the next... I fan my heated face. He's just sex on This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

legs, and now I have to recover my equilibrium and eat something. The aria is still playing in the

background.

"What's the music?"

"Villa Lobos, an aria from Bachianas Brasileiras. Good, isn't it?"

"Yes," I murmur in total agreement.

The breakfast bar is laid for two; Christian takes a salad bowl from the fridge.

"Chicken caesar salad okay with you?"

Oh thank heavens, nothing too heavy.

"Yes, fine, thank you."

I watch as he moves gracefully through his kitchen. He's so at ease with his body on one level, but then

he doesn't like to be touched... so maybe deep down he isn't. No man is an island, I muse - except

perhaps Christian Grey.

"What are you thinking?" he asks, pulling me from my reverie. I flush.

"I was just watching the way you move."

He raises an eyebrow, amused.

"And?" he says dryly.

I flush some more.

"You're very graceful."

"Why thank you, Miss Steele," he murmurs. He sits down beside me, holding a bottle of wine.

"Chablis?"

"Please."

"Help yourself to salad," he says, his voice soft.

"Tell me - what method did you opt for?"

I am momentarily thrown by his question, when I realize he's talking about Dr. Greene's visit."Mini pill."

He frowns.

"And will you remember to take it regularly, at the right time, every day?"

Jeez... of course I will. How does he knowI blush at the thought, probably from one or more of the

fifteen.

"I'm sure you'll remind me," I murmur dryly.

He glances at me with amused condescension.

"I'll put an alarm on my calendar." He smirks. "Eat."

The chicken caesar is delicious. To my surprise, I'm famished, and for the first time since I've been with

him, I finish my meal before he does. The wine is crisp, clean, and fruity.

"Eager as ever, Miss Steele?" he smiles down at my empty plate.

I look at him from beneath my lashes.

"Yes," I whisper.

His breath hitches. And as he stares down at me, I feel the atmosphere between us slowly shift,

evolve... charge. His look goes from dark to smoldering, taking me with him.

He stands, closing the distance between us, and tugs me off my bar stool into his arms.

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