Chapter 47 (1/2)

I just stare at her. She frowns.

”I know you don't like me doing this - but can I make you some tea?”

I nod.

”Twinings English Breakfast, weak and black?”

I nod.

”Coming right up, Ana.”

I stare blankly at my computer screen, still in shock. How can I make him understand? E-mail!

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: NOT AN ASSET!

Date: August 22, 2011 14:23

To: Christian Grey

Mr. Grey

Next time you come and see me, make an appointment, so I can at least have some prior warning of your adolescent overbearing megalomania.

Yours

Anastasia Grey <-----please note name.

Commissioning Editor, SIP

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Seven Shades of Sunday

Date: August 22, 2011 14:34

To: Anastasia Steele

My Dear Mrs. Grey (emphasis on My)

What can I say in my defense? I was in the neighborhood. And no, you are not an asset, you are my beloved wife. As ever, you make my day.

Christian Grey

CEO & Overbearing Megalomaniac, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

He's trying to be funny, but I am in no mood to laugh. I take a deep breath and go back to my correspondence.

Christian is quiet when I climb into the car that evening.

”Hi,” I murmur.

”Hi,” he responds, warily - as he should.

”Disrupt anyone else's work today?” I ask too sweetly. A ghost of a smile crosses his face. ”Only Flynn's.”

Oh.

”Next time you go to see him, I'll give you a list of topics I want covered,” I hiss at him.

”You seem out of sorts, Mrs. Grey.”

I glare steadily in front of me, at the backs of Ryan and Sawyer's heads. Christian shifts beside me.

”Hey,” he says softly and reaches for my hand. All afternoon, when I should have been concentrating on work, I was trying to figure out what to say to him. But I became angrier and angrier with each passing hour. I've had enough of his cavalier, petulant, and frankly childish behavior. I snatch my hand out of his - in a cavalier, petulant, and childish manner.