Email From: Christian Grey
Subject: Food Inbox: Zero
Date and Time: April 28, 2012;1:30 P.M.
The food tracking device I inserted in your stomach just beeped, which indicates to me that you have not eaten today. This displeases me…greatly. I am palm-twitchingly angry.
Christian Grey, CEO of Grey Holdings, Inc.
Oh, shit. The food tracking device! I had completely forgotten about that! God, he is so bossy. Demanding, creepy stalker, bossy McBoss pants. God, he is so hot. Just picturing his smokey gray eyes turning angry makes my stomach clench in that delicious way. What is that feeling? I am not even remotely in touch with my body or sexual feelings in any way, so I literally don’t know what that feeling is, so I’m asking you. What is it called? I make a reminder to google that later, but for now I need to address his email. If I take more than 3 minutes to respond he shows up at my doorstep, the stalker….the sexy stalker. Oh! There is that feeling again. I jump off my bed quickly to change my panties, because now they are soaking wet for some reason. Is that related to the stomach clench? I have no idea, truly.
After I change my panties and calm the pounding down there I stare at the Mean Machine and try to formulate a response, but it takes me awhile because I have never owned a computer before, even though it’s the 21st century and I just graduated from college, but geez I’M NOT A WHORE OK?
Email From: Anastasia Steele (no really, this is my name. It’s not my porn name)
Subject: Stalker much?!
Date and Time: April 28, 2012; 1:33 P.M.
No, I have not eaten yet today and I do sincerely apologize. I must be distracted by something…or someone. I have just ordered a pizza which will be arriving shortly. Hopefully this will satisfy the food tracker…and a certain complicated CEO.
Ha! my inner goddess shouts while dancing the lambada (the forbidden dance) in a scantily-clad outfit best suited to a hooker. That’ll show him!
Email From: Christian Grey
Subject: Pizza was on the list of forbidden foods…but I will let it go…this time
Date and Time: April 28, 2012; 1:33:21 P.M.
Oh, Miss Steele. You have me completely beguiled, bewitched, baited, bedeviled and bewildered.
Tonight. Dinner at my parents’ house. Taylor and I will pick you up at 7 P.M. on the dot. We will drive to their house, eat food, make polite conversation, then I will throw you over my broad shoulders and fuck you until you cannot walk…literally. I plan on paralyzing you with sex.
Wear the bra and panties I bought you. Wear them inside out. And backwards.
“Fuck you until you cannot walk.” What does he mean by that?! Does he mean that his ample length will be inserted inside me and that he will thrust so roughly and with such vigor that my newly fucked vagina will be sore and that it will physically be painful for me to walk? Is that what he means? He is so cryptic! And so sexy!
I close the Mean Machine as the doorbell rings, indicating that the pizza delivery guy is here, and I eat heartily for the first time in weeks. It’s just so hard to eat around him because he is so good-looking. Have you ever tried to eat around a man as handsome as Christian Grey? I sincerely doubt it because there is no man as handsome as Christian Grey. He is literally the most handsome man that has ever walked the face of the Earth. Just trust me on this. I will probably remind you again in a few sentences, but seriously. He is smoking hot. Ugh, there is that pulsating feeling in my sex again. What the fuck IS THAT?
As I am finishing up the pizza, Kate comes home from her run in the park. Leave it to Kate to make neon pink booty shorts and a sports bra look effortlessly sexy and chic. “Hey, Ana! What you been up to?” GEEZ, KATE! She is SO meddlesome! It’s like ‘enough with the Abu Ghraib waterboarding techniques already!’
“Not much…I just ate some pizza. There is a slice or two left if you’re hungry” I manage to stammer out, thrown off by her incessant interrogation.
“Ohhh, thanks! Running always makes me famished!” she replied as she helped herself to a slice of pepperoni. “So, any plans tonight? Are you hanging out with Christian?”
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD SHE IS UNSTOPPABLE! She must have been trained by the special forces in effective torture techniques in another life or something.
“He invited me to dinner at his parents’ house” I respond as casually as possible, hoping she will drop the inquisition act finally. I pray for relief with a change of subject. “How about you? What are you doing tonight?”
She smiles broadly and launches into her evening plans with Elliot, effectively throwing her off my trail. She really is relentless and I enjoy being out of the hot glare of the interrogation room spotlight for once. I am shy and quiet and not used to attention in any way shape or form. Is that why Christian thought I would make a perfect Sub?
I have so much to think about as I leave Kate to get ready for my dinner…and fuck session…with Christian. Oh, Christian. Sexy, creepy, fucked-up Christian. I start to daydream of his steely gray eyes, long fingers and lithe toned torso as the steam fills the bathroom and before I know it I am shaking with release as I ride out my orgasm right there in the shower. Did I really come just by thinking of how gorgeous he is? My inner goddess is exhausted as she melts into a puddle. What will he have in store for me tonight? Will he fuck me with a baseball bat? Is that a thing he is into? Is he going to truss me up like a Thanksgiving turkey and stuff me full of his cock? I am horrified at the notion…and yet…and yet…so turned on.