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Chapter 21
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“Youfindmeweird?”Hetriestostifleasmile.
“Sometimes.”
Heregardsmeforamoment,hiseyesspeculative.“Asever,I’msurprisedbyyou,MissSteele.”
“Surprisedhow?”
“Let’sjustsaythatwasanunexpectedtreat.”
“Weaimtoplease,Mr.Grey.”Icockmyheadtoonesidelikeheoftendoestomeandgivehiswordsbacktohim.
“Andpleasemeyoudo,”hesays,buthelooksuneasy.“Ithoughtyouweregoingtohaveashower.”
Oh,he’sdismissingme.
“Yes…um,I’llseeyouinamoment.”Iscurryoutofhisofficecompletelydumbfounded.
Heseemedconfused.Why?Ihavetosayasphysicalexperiencesgo,thatwasverysatisfying.Butemotionally—well,I’mrattledbyhisreaction,andthatwasaboutasemotionallyenrichingascottoncandyisnutritious.
Mrs.Jonesisstillinthekitchen.“Wouldyoulikeyourteanow,MissSteele?”
“I’llhaveashowerfirst,thankyou,”Imutterandtakemyblazingfacequicklyoutoftheroom.
Intheshower,Itrytofigureoutwhat’supwithChristian.HeisthemostcomplicatedpersonIknow,andIcannotunderstandhisever-changingmoods.HeseemedfinewhenIwentintohisstudy.Wehadsex…andthenhewasn’t.No,Idon’tgetit.Ilooktomysubconscious.She’swhistlingwithherhandsbehindherbackandlookinganywherebutatme.Shehasn’tgotaclue,andmyinnergoddessisstillbaskinginaremnantofpostcoitalglow.No—we’reallclueless.
Itowel-drymyhair,combitthroughwithChristian’soneandonlyhairimplement,andputmyhairupinbun.
