Fifty Shades Darker Page #2

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just talked to him like that.

He wants what's mine.

What's yours?

That's a little presumptuous.

He's my boss, Christian.

You gotta calm down.

Calm isn't really my forte.

I know something that could help.

You know, this is not

what I had in mind.

When's the last time

you went shopping?

Houston. A week ago.

What'd you buy?

An airline.

Here.

Your new favorite flavor.

Excuse me.

Do you need a hand with that?

I'll manage.

Okay.

I know what you're doing.

What? I'm being

a culinary mastermind.

You only have to ask.

I think we should take it slow.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Tell me about SIP.

How's it going?

It's good.

Jack seems genuinely

interested in my opinion.

What's morale like?

Morale?

You mean, like,

do we all sit in a circle

and sing the company song in the morning?

Is the firm well managed?

Are people happy?

Oh, my God.

What?

You're buying SIP?

No! You can't do that.

That's my job.

You can't start

interfering in my career.

It's not about that

I've wanted to move into publishing.

They' re the best fit.

But you're gonna be my boss.

Technically, I'll be your

boss's boss's boss.

And I'm gonna be sleeping

with my boss's boss's boss.

Right now,

you're arguing with him.

Yeah, because he's being an ass.

An ass. Really?

Ass.

Ooh...

You know that's off limits.

I'm gonna need a road map.

I thought you wanted to

take it slow.

What do you want, Anastasia?

If we're to communicate,

you have to tell me.

I want you.

I'm too dressed.

Keep going.

Kiss me.

What do you want, Anastasia?

I want all of you.

Why do you think you waited?

For sex.

Mmm.

Mmm.

I was reading Austen and Bront

and nobody ever

measured up to that.

I guess I was waiting

for something exceptional.

And then I met you.

Would Miss Austen

approve of this?

I was being romantic,

and then you just go and distract

me with your kinky fuckery.

"Kinky fuckery"?

Mmm-hmm.

I don't know what that is,

but I like the sound of it.

You looked so peaceful.

I didn't wanna wake you.

There's not much for breakfast,

unless you want

cold stir-fry.

No.

Mmm.

Here. The check you gave me for

Wanda, you should have it back.

Keep it.

Keep it? It's $24,000.

Yeah, I know.

I make that kind of money

every 15 minutes. Keep it.

Andrea? Good morning.

Could you please transfer $24,000 into

the account of Miss Anastasia Steele?

No! What are you doing?

That's fine.

Thank you.

Why do you have

my bank account details?

What's good for breakfast

around here?

Christian, how do you

have my bank information?

Thank you.

Gotta be quicker

than that, Grey.

My parents are hosting

a charity ball tonight.

I promised I'd make

an appearance.

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