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Chapter 2
”Shesmilesatmeingratitude.Icheckmywatch.
“Ihavetorun.IcanstillmakemyshiftatClayton’s.”
“Ana,you’llbeexhausted.”
“I’llbefine.I’llseeyoulater.”
I’VEWORKEDATCLAYTON’SsinceIstartedatWSU.It’sthelargestindependenthardwarestoreinthePortlandarea,andoverthefouryearsI’veworkedhere,I’vecometoknowalittlebitaboutmosteverythingwesell—althoughironically,I’mcrapatanyDIY.Ileaveallthattomydad.
I’MGLADICANmakemyshiftasitgivesmesomethingtofocusonthatisn’tChristianGrey.We’rebusy—it’sthestartofthesummerseason,andfolksareredecoratingtheirhomes.Mrs.Claytonlooksrelievedtoseeme.
“Ana!Ithoughtyouweren’tgoingtomakeittoday.”
“Myappointmentdidn’ttakeaslongasIthought.Icandoacoupleofhours.”
“I’mrealpleasedtoseeyou.”
Shesendsmetothestoreroomtostartrestockingshelves,andI’msoonabsorbedinthetask.
WHENIARRIVEHOMElater,Katherineiswearingheadphonesandworkingonherlaptop.Hernoseisstillpink,butshehasherteethintoastory,soshe’sconcentratingandtypingfuriously.I’mthoroughlydrained,exhaustedbythelongdrive,bythegruelinginterview,andbybeingswampedatClayton’s.Islumpontothecouch,thinkingabouttheessayIhavetofinishandallthestudyingIhaven’tdonetodaybecauseIwasholedupwith…him.
“You’vegotsomegoodstuffhere,Ana.Welldone.Ican’tbelieveyoudidn’ttakehimuponhisoffertoshowyouaround.Heobviouslywantedtospendmoretimewithyou.
