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who stands silently in the corner. His hazel eyes watch us impassively.
    “Miss Steele, we meet again.” Grey extends his hand, and I shake it, blinking rapidly. Oh my … he really is quite … As I touch his hand, I’m aware of that delicious current running right through me, lighting me up, making me blush, and I’m sure my erratic breathing must be audible.
    “Mr. Grey, this is Katherine Kavanagh,” I mutter, waving a hand toward Kate, who comes forward, looking him squarely in the eye.
    “The tenacious Miss Kavanagh. How do you do?” He gives her a small smile, looking genuinely amused. “I trust you’re feeling better? Anastasia said you were unwell last week.”
    “I’m fine, thank you, Mr. Grey.” She shakes his hand firmly without batting an eyelid. I remind myself that Kate has been to the best private schools in Washington. Her family has money, and she’s grown up confident and sure of her place in the world. She doesn’t take any crap. I am in awe of her.
    “Thank you for taking the time to do this.” She gives him a polite, professional smile.
    “It’s a pleasure,” he answers, turning his gaze on me, and I flush again. Damn it.
    “This is José Rodriguez, our photographer,” I say, grinning at José, who smiles with affection back at me. His eyes cool when he looks from me to Grey.
    “Mr. Grey.” He nods.
    “Mr. Rodriguez.” Grey’s expression changes, too, as he appraises José.
    “Where would you like me?” Grey asks him. His tone sounds vaguely threatening. But Katherine is not about to let José run the show.
    “Mr. Grey—if you could sit here, please? Be careful of the lighting cables. And then we’ll do a few standing, too.” She directs him to a chair set up against the wall.
    Travis switches on the lights, momentarily blinding Grey, and mutters an apology. Then Travis and I stand back and watch as José proceeds to snap away. He takes several photographs handheld,asking Grey to turn this way, then that, to move his arm, then put it down again. Moving to the tripod, José takes several more, while Grey sits and poses, patiently and naturally, for about twenty minutes. My wish has come true: I can stand and admire Grey from not so afar. Twice our eyes lock, and I have to tear myself away from his cloudy gaze.
    “Enough sitting.” Katherine wades in again. “Standing, Mr. Grey?” she asks.
    He stands, and Travis scurries in to remove the chair. The shutter on José’s Nikon starts clicking again.
    “I think we have enough,” José announces five minutes later.
    “Great,” says Kate. “Thank you again, Mr. Grey.” She shakes his hand, as does José.
    “I look forward to reading the article, Miss Kavanagh,” murmurs Grey, and turns to me, standing by the door. “Will you walk with me, Miss Steele?” he asks.
    “Sure,” I say, completely thrown. I glance anxiously at Kate, who shrugs at me. I notice José scowling behind her.
    “Good day to you all,” says Grey as he opens the door, standing aside to allow me out first.
    Holy hell … what’s this about? What does he want?
I pause in the hotel corridor, fidgeting nervously as Grey emerges from the room followed by Mr. Buzz Cut in his sharp suit.
    “I’ll call you, Taylor,” he murmurs to Buzz Cut. Taylor wanders back down the corridor, and Grey turns his burning gray gaze to me.
Crap … have I done something wrong?
    “I wondered if you would join me for coffee this morning.”
    My heart slams into my mouth. A date?
Christian Grey is asking me on a date
. He’s asking if you want a coffee.
Maybe he thinks you haven’t woken up yet
, my subconscious whines at me in a sneering mood again. I clear my throat, trying to control my nerves.
    “I have to drive everyone home,” I murmur apologetically, twisting my hands and fingers in front of me.
    “Taylor,”
he calls, making me jump. Taylor, who had been retreating down the corridor, turns and heads back toward us.
    “Are they based at the