Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James Read Free Book Online Page B

car?”
    “Why?”
    “Christian Grey has asked me to go for coffee with him.”
    Her mouth pops open. Speechless Kate! I savor the moment. She grabs me by my arm and drags me into the bedroom that’s off the living area of the suite.
    “Ana, there’s something about him.” Her tone is full of warning. “He’s gorgeous, I agree, but I think he’s dangerous. Especially to someone like you.”
    “What do you mean, someone like me?” I demand, affronted.
    “An innocent like you, Ana. You know what I mean,” she says a little irritated. I flush.
    “Kate, it’s just coffee. I’m starting my exams this week, and I need to study, so I won’t be long.”
    She purses her lips as if considering my request. Finally, she fishes her car keys out of her pocket and hands them to me. I hand her mine.
    “I’ll see you later. Don’t be long, or I’ll send out search and rescue.”
    “Thanks.” I hug her.
    I emerge from the suite to find Christian Grey waiting, leaning up against the wall, looking like a male model in a pose for some glossy high-end magazine.
    “Okay, let’s do coffee,” I murmur, flushing a beet red.
    He grins.
    “After you, Miss Steele.” He stands up straight, holding his hand out for me to go first.
    I make my way down the corridor, my knees shaky, my stomach full of butterflies, and my heart in my mouth thumping a dramatic uneven beat. I am going to have coffee with Christian Grey... and I hate coffee.
    We walk together down the wide hotel corridor to the elevators. What should I say to him? My mind is suddenly paralyzed with apprehension. What are we going to talk about?
    What on Earth do I have in common with him? His soft, warm voice startles me from my reverie.
    “How long have you known Katherine Kavanagh?”
    Oh, an easy questions for starters.
    “Since our freshman year. She’s a good friend.”
    “Hmm,” he replies, non-committal. What is he thinking?
    At the elevators, he presses the call button, and the bell rings almost immediately. The doors slide open revealing a young couple in a passionate clinch inside. Surprised and embarrassed, they jump apart, staring guiltily in every direction but ours. Grey and I step into the elevator.
    I am struggling to maintain a straight face, so I gaze down at the floor, feeling my cheeks turning pink. When I peek up at Grey through my lashes, he has a hint of a smile on his lips, but it’s very hard to tell. The young couple says nothing, and we travel down to the first floor in embarrassed silence. We don’t even have trashy piped music to distract us.
    The doors open and, much to my surprise, Grey takes my hand, clasping it with his long cool fingers. I feel the current run through me, and my already rapid heartbeat accelerates. As he leads me out of the elevator, we can hear the suppressed giggles of the couple erupting behind us. Grey grins.
    “What is it about elevators?” he mutters.
    We cross the expansive, bustling lobby of the hotel toward the entrance but Grey avoids the revolving door, and I wonder if that’s because he’d have to let go of my hand.
    Outside, it’s a mild May Sunday. The sun is shining and the traffic is light. Grey turns left and strolls to the corner, where we stop waiting for the lights of the pedestrian crossing to change. He’s still holding my hand. I’m in the street, and Christian Grey is holding my hand. No one has ever held my hand. I feel giddy, and I tingle all over. I attempt to smother the ridiculous grin that threatens to split my face in two. Try to be cool, Ana, my subconscious implores me. The green man appears, and we’re off again.
    We walk four blocks before we reach the Portland Coffee House, where Grey releases me to hold the door open so I can step inside.
    “Why don’t you choose a table, while I get the drinks. What would you like?” he asks, polite as ever.
    “I’ll have… um – English Breakfast tea, bag out.”
    He raises his eyebrows.
    “No coffee?”
    “I’m not keen on