Chapter 68 (1/2)
Christian's not in the bedroom when I come out. Jeez, he dresses quickly. I do the same, throwing on my favorite plum dress and black sandals, and I'm conscious that I've chosen this outfit because Christian likes it. I vigorously towel-dry my hair, then braid it and wind it into a bun. Fitting diamond studs into my ears, I dash to the bathroom to apply a little mascara. Glancing at myself in the mirror - I'm pale. Jeez, I'm always pale - I take a deep steadying breath. I need to face the consequences of my rash decision to actually enjoy myself with my friend. I sigh, knowing that Christian won't see it that way. Christian is nowhere to be seen in the great room. Mrs. Jones is busying herself in the kitchen.
”Good morning, Ana,” she says sweetly.
”Morning,” I smile broadly at her. I am Ana again!
”Tea?”
”Please.”
”Anything to eat?”
”Please. I'd like an omelet this morning.”
”With mushrooms and spinach?”
”And cheese.”
”Coming up.”
”Where's Christian?”
”Mr. Grey's in his study.”
”Has he had breakfast?” I glance at the two places set on the breakfast bar.
”No, ma'am.”
”Thanks.”
Christian is on the phone, dressed in a white shirt with no tie, looking like every part the relaxed CEO. How deceptive appearances can be. Perhaps he's not going into the office after all. He glances up when I appear in the doorway but shakes his head at me, indicating that I am not welcome. Shit . . . I turn and wander dejectedly back to the breakfast bar. Taylor appears, snappily dressed in a somber suit, looking like he's had eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.
”Morning, Taylor,” I murmur, trying to gauge his mood and see if he'll offer me any visual cues about what has been going on.
”Good morning, Mrs. Grey,” he replies, and I hear the sympathy in those four words. I smile compassionately back at him, knowing he had to endure an angry, frustrated Christian returning to Seattle way ahead of schedule.
”How was the flight?” I dare to ask.
”Long, Mrs. Grey.” His brevity speaks volumes. ”May I ask how you are?” he adds, his tone softening.
”I'm good.”
He nods. ”If you'll excuse me.” He heads toward Christian's study. Hmm. Taylor's allowed in, but not me.