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           From:AnastasiaSteele

           Subject:StrongAbleHands

           Date:May30201122:22

           To:ChristianGrey

           DearSir,

           Averypleasantyoungmanmassagedmyback.Yes.Verypleasantindeed.Iwouldn’thaveencounteredJean-Paulintheordinarydeparturelounge—sothankyouagainforthattreat.I’mnotsureifI’llbeallowedtoe-mailoncewetakeoff,andIneedmybeautysleepsinceI’venotbeensleepingsowellrecently.

           Pleasantdreams,Mr.Grey…thinkingofyou.

           Ana

           Oh,he’sgoingtoflipout—andIshallbeairborneandoutofreach.Serveshimright.IfI’dbeenintheordinarydeparturelounge,thenJean-Paulwouldn’thavegottenhishandsonme.Hewasaveryniceyoungman,inablond,perma-tannedway—honestly,whohasataninSeattle?It’sjustsowrong.Ithinkhewasgay—butI’lljustkeepthatdetailtomyself.Istareatmye-mail.Kateisright.Itislikeshootingfishinabarrelwithhim.Mysubconsciousstaresatmewithanuglytwisttohermouth;Doyoureallywanttowindhimup?Whathe’sdoneissweet,youknow!Hecaresaboutyouandwantsyoutotravelinstyle.Yes,buthecouldhaveaskedmeortoldme.Notmademelooklikeacompleteklutzatcheck-in.Ipress“send”andwait,feelinglikeaverynaughtygirl.

           “MissSteele,you’llneedtostowyourlaptopfortakeoff,”theover-made-upflightattendantsayspolitely.Shemakesmejump.Myguiltyconscienceisatwork.

           “Oh,sorry.”

           Crap.NowI’llhavetowaittoknowifhe’sreplied.Shehandsmeasoftblanketandpillow,showingherperfectteeth.Idrapetheblanketovermyknees.