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I s tare down at the knotted ngers in my lap. Why does he always make me feel like an errant child? He shifts and turns toward me. How are you? I swallow. If I told you I was ne, Id be lying. He inhale s sharply. Me, too, he murmurs and reaches over and clasps my hand. I miss you, he a dds. Oh no. Skin against skin. Christian, I Ana, please.

We need to talk. Im going to cry. Christian, I. Ive cried so much, I whisper, trying to ke ep my emotions in check Oh, baby, no. He tugs my hand, and before I know it Im on h is lap. He has his arms around me, and his nose is in my hair. Ive missed you so m uch, Anastasia, he breathes. I want to struggle out of his hold, to maintain some distance, but his arms are wrapped around me. Hes pressing me to his chest. I me lt. Oh, this is where I want to be. I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly.

This is home. He smells of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favorite smellChristian. For a moment, I allow myself the illusion that al l will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul.

A few minutes later Taylor pulls to a stop at the curb, even though were still in the city. ComeChristian shifts me off his lapwere here. Helipadon the top of this building. Christian glances towa d the building by way of explanation.

Of course. Charlie Tango. Taylor opens the door and I slide out. He gives me a warm, avuncular smile that makes me feel sa fe. I smile back. I should give you back your handkerchief. Keep it, Miss Steele, w ith my best wishes. I blush as Christian comes around the car and takes my hand. He looks quizzically at Taylor, who stares impassively back at him, revealing no thing. Christian says to him. Christian nods as he turns and leads me through the double doors into th e grandiose foyer.

I revel in the feel of his hand and his long, skilled ngers cu rled around mine. The familiar pull is thereIm drawn, Icarus to his sun. Ive been b urned already, and yet here I am again.

Reaching the elevators, he presses the ca ll button. I peek up at him, and hes wearing his enigmatic half smile. As the door s open, he releases my hand and ushers me in. The doors close and I risk a secon d peek.

He glances down at me, and its there in the air between us, that electric ity. Its palpable. I can almost taste it, pulsing between us, drawing us together. Oh my, I gasp as I bask brie y in the intensity of this visceral, primal attractio n. I feel it, too, he says, his eyes clouded and intense. Desire pools dark and de adly in my groin. He clasps my hand and grazes my knuckles with his thumb, and a ll my muscles clench tightly, deliciously, deep inside me. How can he still do t his to me? Please dont bite your lip, Anastasia, he whispers.

I gaze up at him, rel easing my lip. I want him. Here, now, in the elevator.

How could I not? You know what it does to me, he murmurs. Oh, I still affect him.

My inner goddess stirs fr om her ve- day sulk. Abruptly the doors open, breaking the spell, and were on the roof. Its windy, and despite my black jacket, Im cold. Christian puts his arm arou nd me, pulling me into his side, and we hurry across to where Charlie Tango stan ds in the center of the helipad, with its rotor blades slowly spinning.

A tall, blond, square-jawed man in a dark suit leaps out and, ducking low, runs toward u s. Shaking hands with Christian, he shouts above the noise of the rotors. Ready t o go, sir. Shes all yours! Yes, sir. Youll collect her around eight thirty? Taylor for you out front. Thank you, Mr. Safe ight to Portland. He salutes me.

Without releasing me, Christian nods, ducks down, and leads me to the helicopter door. Once inside he buckles me rmly into my harness, cinching the straps tight. He gives me a knowing look and his secret smile. This should keep you in your pl ace, he murmurs.

I must say I like this harness on you. Dont touch anything. I ush a deep crimson, and he runs his index nger down my cheek before handing me the head phones. Id like to touch you, too, but you wont let me. I scowl. Besides, hes pulle d the straps so tight I can barely move. He sits in his seat and buckles himself in, then starts running through all his pre ight checks. Hes just so competent. Its very alluring. He puts on his headphones and ips a switch and the rotors speed u p, deafening me.

Turning, he gazes at me. Ready, baby? His voice echoes through th e headphones. He grins his boyish grin. WowIve not seen it for so long. Please con rm, over. The disembodied voice of the air traf c controller ans wers, issuing instructions. Roger, tower, Charlie Tango set, over and out. Christi an ips two switches, grasps the stick, and the helicopter rises slowly and smooth ly into the evening sky. Seattle and my stomach drop away from us, and theres so much to see.

I turn and gape at him in surprise. What does t his mean? How is it that he can say the most romantic things? He smiles, and I c ant help my shy smile. As well as the evening sun, theres more to see this time, he says. The last time we ew to Seattle it was dark, but this evening the view is sp ectacular, literally out of this world. Were up among the tallest buildings, goin g higher and higher.

Escalas over there. He points toward the building. Boeing there , and you can just see the Space Needle. I crane my head. Ive never been. Ill take you e can eat there. Christian, we broke up. I know.

I can still take you there and feed you. He glares at me. I shake my head and decide not to antagonize him. Its very b eautiful up here, thank you. Impressive, isnt it? Impressive that you can do this. Fla tery from you, Miss Steele?

But Im a man of many talents. Im fully aware of that, Mr. He turns and smirks at me, and for the rst time in ve days, I relax a littl e. Perhaps this wont be so bad. Hows the new job? Good, thank you. Whats ur boss like? Oh, hes okay. How can I tell Christian that Jack makes me uncomfortabl e? Christian glances at me. Whats wrong?

Aside from the obvious, nothing. The obvious? Oh, Christian, you really are very obtuse sometimes. Im not sur e I appreciate your tone, Miss Steele. His lips twitch into a smile. I have missed your smart mouth, Anas tasia. I gasp and I want to shout, Ive missed youall of younot just your mouth! But I keep quiet and gaze out the glass shbowl that is Charlie Tangos windshield as we continue south.

The dusk is to our right, the sun low on the horizonlarge, blazi ng ery orangeand I am Icarus again, ying far too close. Its a cle ar, crisp evening, and the lights of Portland twinkle and wink, welcoming us as Christian sets the helicopter down on the helipad. We are on top of the strange brown brick building in Portland we left less than three weeks ago. Its been hard ly any time at all. Yet I feel like Ive known Christian for a lifetime. He powers down Charlie Tango, ipping various switches so the rotors stop, and eventually a ll I hear is my own breathing through the headphones.

Brie y it reminds me of the Thomas Tallis experience. I blanch. I dont want to go there right now. Chris tian unbuckles his harness and leans across to undo mine. Good trip, Miss Steele? Yes, thank you, Mr. Grey, I reply polit ely. Well, lets go see the boys photos. He holds his hand out to me and taking it, I climb out of Charlie Tango. A gray-haired man with a beard walks over to meet u s, grinning broadly, and I recognize him as the old-timer from the last time we were here.

Christian smiles and releases my hand to shake Joes warmly. Keep her safe for Stephan. Hell be along around eight or nine. Maam, he says, nodding at me. Your cars waiting downstairs, sir. O h, and the elevators out of order; youll need to use the stairs. Thank you, Joe. Chri stian takes my hand, and we head to the emergency stairs. Good thing for you this is only three oors, in those heels, he mutters in disapproval.

No kidding. Dont you like the boots? I like them very much, Anastasia. His gaze darkens and I think he might say something else, but he stops. Well take it slow. I dont want you fa lling and breaking your neck. My anxiety has returned full force, and I realize that our time in Charlie Tango has been the eye of the storm.

Christian is quiet and brooding. Theres so much I want to say, but this journey is too short. Christ ian stares pensively out the window. Jos is just a friend, I murmur. Christian turn s and gazes at me, his eyes dark and guarded, giving nothing away. His mouthoh, h is mouth is distracting, and unbidden. I remember it on meeverywhere. My skin hea ts. He shifts in his seat and frowns. Those beautiful eyes look too large in your face, Anastasia. Please tell me youll eat.

Yes, Christian, Ill eat, I answer automat ically, a platitude. I mean it. Do you, now? I cannot keep the disdain out of my voi ce. Honestly, the audacity of this manthis man who has put me through hell over t he last few days. No, thats wrong. Ive put myself through hell.

Its him. I shak e my head, confused. I dont want to ght with you, Anastasia. I want you back, and I want you healthy, he says. But nothings changed. Youre still fty shades. Were here. The car pulls up in front of the gallery, and Christian climbs out, leaving me speechless. He opens the car door for me, and I clamber out. Why do you do that? My voice is louder than I expected. Do what? Chris tian is taken aback. Say something like that and then just stop.

Anastasia, were her e. Where you want to be. Lets do this and then talk. I dont particularly want a sc ene in the street.

I glance around. Hes right. Its too public. I press my lips toge ther as he glares down at me. Okay, I mutter sulkily. Clasping my hand, he takes m e into the building. We are in a converted warehousebrick walls, dark wood oors, w hite ceilings, and white pipe work. Its airy and modern, and there are several pe ople wandering across the gallery oor, sipping wine and admiring Joss work.

For a m oment, my troubles melt away as I grasp that Jos has realized his dream. Way to g o, Jos! Good evening and welcome to Jos Rodriguezs show. A young woman dressed in bla ck with very short brown hair, bright red lipstick, and large hooped earrings gr eets us.

She glances brie y at me, then much longer than is strictly necessary at Christian, then turns back to me, blinking as she blushes. My brow creases. Hes m ineor was. I try hard not to scowl at her. As her eyes regain their focus, she bl inks again. Oh, its you, Ana. Well want your take on all this, too.

Grinning, she ha nds me a brochure and directs me to a table laden with drinks and snacks. You kno w her? Christian frowns. I shake my head, equally puzzled. He shrugs, distracted. What would you like to drink? Ill have a glass of white wine, thank you. His brow fu rrows, but he holds his tongue and heads for the open bar. Jos comes barreling through a throng of people. Holy cow! Hes wearing a suit.

H e looks good and hes beaming at me. He enfolds me in his arms, hugging me hard. A nd its all I can do not to burst into tears.

My friend, hes my only friend while K ate is away. Tears pool in my eyes. Ana, Im so glad you made it, he whispers in my ear. Abruptly he holds me at arms length, examining me. Hey are you okay? You look, well, odd. Dios mo, have you lost weight? I blink back my tears not him too. Jo s, Im ne. Im just so happy for you.

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Congratulations on the show. My voice wavers as I see the concern etched on his oh-so-familiar face, but I have to hold myself to gether. How did you get here?

Christian brought me, I say, suddenly apprehe nsive. Joss face falls and he releases me. Where is he? His expression darkens. Ov r there, fetching drinks. I nod in Christians direction and notice that hes exchang ing pleasantries with someone waiting in line.

Christian glances up and our eyes lock. And in that brief moment, Im paralyzed, staring at the impossibly handsome man who gazes at me with some unfathomable emotion. His gaze hot, burning into me, and were lost for a moment staring at each other.

Holy cow. This beautif ul man wants me back, and deep down inside me sweet joy slowly unfurls like a mo rning glory in the early dawn. Jos distracts me, and Im dragged back to the her e and now.

Jos, the journalist from the Portland Printz i s here to see you. Come on. She gives me a polite smile. How cool is this? The fam e. He grins, and I cant help but grin backhes so happy. Catch you later, Ana. He kisse s my Copyright E. Joss photographs are everywhere, and in some cases, blown up onto huge canvases.

There are both monochromes and colors. Theres an ethereal beauty to ma ny of the landscapes. In one taken near the lake at Vancouver, its early evening and pink clouds are re ected in the stillness of the water. Brie y, Im transported by the tranquility and the peace. Its stunning. Christian joins me, and hands me my glass of white wine. Does it come up to scratch? My voice sounds more normal. He looks quizzically at me. The wine. Rarely does at these kinds of events.

The bo ys quite talented, isnt he? Christian is admiring the lake photo. Why else do you th ink I asked him to take your portrait? The pride is obvious in my voice. His eyes glide impassively from the photograph to me. Christian Grey? The photographer fro m the Portland Printz approaches Christian. Can I have a picture, sir? Christi an hides his scowl. I step back, but he grabs my hand and pulls me to his side.

The photographer looks at both of us and cant hide his surprise. Grey, thank y ou. He snaps a couple of photos. Ana Steele, I reply.

Thank you, Miss Steele. He scurries off. I looked for pictures of you with dates on the Inte rnet. There arent any. Thats why Kate thought you were gay. Christians mouth twitche s into a smile. That explains your inappropriate question. No, I dont do dates, An astasiaonly with you.

But you know that. His voice is quiet with sincerity. So you never took yourI glance around nervously to check no one can overhear ussubs out? Some times. Not on dates. Shopping, you know. He shrugs, his eyes not leaving mine. I dont know wha t to feel about that. Just you, Anastasia, he whispers. I blush and stare down at my ngers. In his own way, he does care about me. Your friend here seems more of a landscape man, not portraits.

Lets look around. I take his outstretched hand. We w ander past a few more prints, and I notice a couple nodding at me, smiling broad ly as if they know me. It must be because Im with Christian, but one young man is blatantly staring. We turn the corner, and I see why Ive been getting stran ge looks. Hanging on the far wall are seven huge portraitsof me. I stare blankly at them, stupe ed, the blood draining from my face.

Me: pouting, laughing, scowlin g, serious, amused. All in super close up, all in black and white. Holy shit! I remember Jos messing with the camera on a couple of occasions when he was visitin g and when Id been out with him as driver and photographers assistant.

He took sna pshots, or so I thought. Not these invasive candid shots. Christian is staring, trans xed, at each of the pictures in turn. Seems Im not the only one, he mutters cry ptically, his mouth settling into a hard line. I think hes angry. Excuse me, he say s, pinning me with his bright gaze for a moment. He heads to the reception desk.

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Whats his problem now? He shes out his wallet and produces his credit card. He must have bought one of them. Youre the muse. These photographs are terri c. A young man with a shock of bright blond hair startles me. I feel a hand at my elbow and Christian is back. Youre a lucky guy. Blond Shock says to Christian , who gives him a cold stare.

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That I am, he mutters darkly, as he pulls me over to one side. One of these? You bought more than one? He rolls his eyes.

I bought them all, Anastasia. I dont want some stranger ogling you in the privacy of their home. My rst inclination is to laugh. Youd rather it was you? I scoff. He glares down at me, caught off guard b y my audacity, I think, but hes trying to hide his amusement.

Frankly, yes. Pervert, I mouth at him and bite my lower lip to prevent my smile. His mouth drops open, and now his amusement is obvious. He strokes his chin thoughtfully. Cant argue wit h that assessment, Anastasia. He shakes his head, and his eyes soften with humor.

Id discuss it further with you, but Ive signed an NDA. He sighs, gazing at me, and his eyes darken. What Id like to do to your smart mouth, he murmurs. I gasp, knowin g full well what he means. Youre very rude. I try to sound shocked and succeed. Has he no boundaries?

He smirks, amused then frowns. You look very relaxed in these photographs, Anastasia. I dont see you like that very often. Change of subjecttalk about non sequitur from playful to serious. Works as a photographer. In love with Ana. Critical reception[ edit ] Salman Rushdie said about the book: "I've never read anything so badly written that got published.

It made Twilight look like War and Peace. And acknowledging that fact — maybe even appreciating it — shouldn't be a cause for guilt. James the 'Publishing Person of the Year', causing an "outcry from the literary world". For example, "What was Publishers Weekly thinking? It may be that power is not always that comfortable, even for those of us who grew up in it; it may be that equality is something we want only sometimes and in some places and in some arenas; it may be that power and all of its imperatives can be boring.

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Instead, she wrote, the books are notable not for transgressive sex but for how women are using technology to subvert gendered shame by exploring explicit sexual content privately using e-readers. Instead of submission fantasies representing a post-feminist discomfort with power and free will, women's open consumption, sharing and discussion of sexual content is a feminist success. Drew commented that the book was "horribly written" in addition to being "disturbing" but stated that "if the book enhances women's real-life sex lives and intimacy, so be it.

A representative for the library stated that it was due to the book's sexual content and that other libraries had declined to download copies for their branches.One of the main antagonists aside Elena and becomes the main antagonist in Fifty Shades Freed. It's Fifty shades of viscera!! Youve seen the photos; youve spoken to the boy. Keep her safe for Stephan.

Enraged, Ana throws her drink at Elena and tells her to mind her own business. He smirks, amused then frowns. So are you getting the gist?