Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 18

"So what now Ana?" Jose shouts at me over the noise. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Kate and I are moving to Seattle. Kate's parents have bought a condo there for her."

"Dios mio, how the other half live. But you'll be back for my show."

"Of course, Jose, I wouldn't miss it for the world." I smile, and he puts his arm around my waist and

pulls me close.

"It means a lot to me that you'll be there Ana," he whispers in my ear. "Another margarita?"

"Jose Luis Rodriguez - are you trying to get me drunkBecause I think it's working."

I giggle. "I think I'd better have a beer. I'll go get us a pitcher."

"More drink, Ana!" Kate bellows.

Kate has the constitution of an ox. She's got her arm draped over Levi, one of our fellow English

students and her usual photographer on her student newspaper. He's given up taking photos of the

drunkenness that surrounds him. He only has eyes for Kate. She's all tiny camisole, tight jeans, and

high heels, hair piled high with tendrils hanging down softly around her face, her usual stunning self.

Me, I'm more of a Converse and t-shirt kind of girl, but I'm wearing my most flattering jeans. I move out

of Jose's hold and get up from our table. Whoa. Head spin. I have to grab the back of the chair. Tequila

based cocktails are not a good idea.

I make my way to the bar and decide that I should visit the powder room while I am on my feet. Good

thinking, Ana. I stagger off through the crowd. Of course, there's a line, but at least it's quiet and cool in

the corridor. I reach for my cell phone to relieve the boredom of waiting in line. Hmm... Who did I last

call Was it JoseBefore that a number I don't recognize. Oh yes. Grey, I think this is his number. I giggle.

I have no idea what the time is, maybe I'll wake him. Perhaps he can tell me why he sent me those

books and the cryptic message. If he wants me to stay away, he should leave me alone. I suppress a

drunken grin and hit the automatic re-dial. He answers on the second ring.

"Anastasia?" He's surprised to hear from me. Well, frankly, I'm surprised to ring him.

Then my befuddled brain registers... how does he know it's me?

"Why did you send me the books?" I slur at him.

"Anastasia, are you okayYou sound strange." His voice is filled with concern.

"I'm not the strange one, you are," I accuse. There - that told him, my courage fuelled by alcohol.

"Anastasia, have you been drinking?"

"What's it to you?"

"I'm - curious. Where are you?"

"In a bar."

"Which bar?" He sounds exasperated.

"A bar in Portland."

"How are you getting home?"

"I'll find a way." This conversation is not going how I expected.

"Which bar are you in?"

"Why did you send me the books, Christian?"

"Anastasia, where are you, tell me now." His tone is so, so dictatorial, his usual control freak. I imagine

him as an old time movie director wearing jodhpurs, holding an old fashioned megaphone and a riding

crop. The image makes me laugh out loud.

"You're so... domineering," I giggle.

"Ana, so help me, where the f**k are you?"

Christian Grey is swearing at me. I giggle again. "I'm in Portland... s'a long way from Seattle."

"Where in Portland?"

"Goodnight, Christian."

"Ana!"

I hang up. Ha! Though he didn't tell me about the books. I frown. Mission not accomplished. I am really

quite drunk - my head swims uncomfortably as I shuffle with the line. Well, the object of the exercise

was to get drunk. I have succeeded. This is what it's like - probably not an experience to be repeated.

The line has moved, and it's now my turn. I stare blankly at the poster on the back of the toilet door that

extols the virtues of safe sex. Holy crap, did I just call Christian GreyShit. My phone rings and it makes

me jump. I yelp in surprise.

"Hi," I bleat timidly in to the phone. I hadn't reckoned on this.

"I'm coming to get you," he says and hangs up. Only Christian Grey could sound so calm and so

threatening at the same time.

Holy crap. I pull my jeans up. My heart is thumping. Coming to get meOh no. I'm going to be sick...

no... I'm fine. Hang on. He's just messing with my head. I didn't tell him where I was. He can't find me

here. Besides, it will take him hours to get here from Seattle, and we'll be long gone by then. I wash my

hands and check my face in the mirror.

I look flushed and slightly unfocused. Hmm... tequila.

I wait at the bar for what feels like an eternity for the pitcher of beer and eventually return to the table.

"You've been gone so long." Kate scolds me. "Where were you?"

"I was in line for the restroom."

Jose and Levi are having some heated debate about our local baseball team. Jose pauses in his tirade

to pour us all beers, and I take a long sip.

"Kate, I think I'd better step outside and get some fresh air."

"Ana, you are such a lightweight."

"I'll be five minutes."

I make my way through the crowd again. I am beginning to feel nauseous, my head is spinning

uncomfortably, and I'm a little unsteady on my feet. More unsteady than usual.

Drinking in the cool evening air in the parking lot makes me realize how drunk I am.

My vision has been affected, and I'm really seeing double of everything like in old re-runs of Tom and

Jerry Cartoons. I think I'm going to be sick. Why did I let myself get this messed up?

"Ana," Jose has joined me. "You okay?"

"I think I've just had a bit too much to drink." I smile weakly at him.

"Me too," he murmurs, and his dark eyes are watching me intently. "Do you need a hand?" he asks and

steps closer, putting his arm around me.

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