Fifty Shades Darker (book 5) novel Chapter 89

“Thanks, I’ll take my coffee with me.” I know I sound surly. But right now a certain blue-eyed woman is getting under my skin. Montana leaves and I take a sip of coffee.

Fuck. Shit.

It’s scalding hot.

I drop the cup, the coffee, everything.

Hell.

Fortunately, it misses me and my keyboard, but it’s all over the damn floor.

“Ms. Brooks!” I yell. Jesus, I wish Andrea was here.

Montana pops her head around the door. Neither in. Nor out. And still wearing too much freshly applied lipstick.

“I’ve just dropped my coffee all over the floor because it was scalding hot. Get it cleaned up, please.”

“Oh, Mr. Grey. I’m so sorry.”

She scurries in to survey the mess and I leave her to deal with it. For a moment I wonder whether she might have done this on purpose.

Grey, you’re paranoid.

I grab my phone and decide to take the stairs.

Barney and Fred are sitting at the lab table.

“Good morning, gentlemen.”

“Mr. Grey,” Fred says. “Barney’s cracked it.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. The cover.”

“We put this through the 3D printer, and voila.”

He hands me a compact, hinged plastic cover that’s attached to the tablet. “This is great,” I say. “This must have taken you all weekend.” I stare at Barney.

He shrugs. “Nothing better to do.”

“You need to get out more, Barney. But this is good work. Is that all you wanted to show me?”

“We could easily adapt it and put this on a mobile phone cover, too.”

“I’d like to see that.”

“I’ll get on it.”

“Great. Anything else?”

“That’s it for now, Mr. Grey.”

“Might be worth showing the 3D printer to the mayor when he visits.”

“We’ve got quite the show planned for him,” says Fred.

“Without giving anything away,” adds Barney.

“Sounds great. Thanks for the show-and-tell. I’ll head back upstairs.”

Waiting for the elevator, I check my e-mail. There’s a reply from Ana.

* * *

From: Anastasia Steele

Subject: Fifty Shades

Date: June 13 2011 09:55

To: Christian Grey

Christian

You need to get a grip.

I am NOT going to sleep with Jack—not for all the tea in China.

I LOVE you. That’s what happens when people love each other.

They TRUST each other.

I don’t think you are going to SLEEP WITH, SPANK, FUCK, or WHIP anyone else.

I have FAITH and TRUST in you.

Please extend the same COURTESY to me.

Ana

Anastasia Steele

Assistant to Jack Hyde, Editor, SIP

What the hell! I told her the e-mails at SIP were monitored.

We stop at several floors and I try, really try, to contain my anger. There’s that irritating, expectant hush within the elevator as my staff enter and exit, because I’m in there.

“Good morning, Mr. Grey.”

“Good morning, Mr. Grey.”

I nod my hellos.

But I’m not in the mood.

Beneath my polite smile, my blood is simmering.