Fifty Shades Darker (book 5)

Chapter 33

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“Here we are.” I open the door at Esclava and usher Ana in. I haven’t been here for a couple of months; the last time was with Susannah.

“Good morning, Mr. Grey,” Greta greets us.

“Hello, Greta.”

“Is this the usual, sir?” she asks politely.

Fuck. “No.” I give Ana a nervous look. “Miss Steele will tell you what she wants.”

Ana’s eyes are on me, burning with insight. “Why here?” she demands.

“I own this place, and three more like it.”

“You own it?”

“Yes. It’s a sideline. Anyway—whatever you want, you can have it here, on the house.” I run through all the spa treatments available. “All that stuff that women like—everything. It’s done here.”

“Waxing?”

For a split second I think about recommending the chocolate wax for her pubic hair, but given our détente, I keep my suggestion to myself. “Yes, waxing, too…everywhere.”

Ana blushes.

How will I ever convince her that penetrative sex would be more pleasurable for her without the hair?

One step at a time, Grey.

“I’d like a haircut, please,” she says to Greta.

“Certainly, Miss Steele.”

Greta concentrates on her computer and punches a few keys. “Franco is free in five minutes.”

“Franco’s fine,” I confirm, but notice Ana’s demeanor has suddenly changed. I’m about to ask what’s wrong when I glance up and see Elena walking out of the back office.

Hell. What’s she doing here?

Elena has a quick word with one of her employees, then she spies me and lights up like Christmas, her expression

Shit.

“Excuse me,” I say to Ana, and hurry to meet Elena

“Well, this is an unexpected pleasure,” Elena purrs in greeting as she kisses me

“Good morning, Ma’am. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“My aesthetician called in sick. So, you have been avoiding me.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“I can see. Is that someone new?”

“That is Anastasia Steele.”

who is watching us intently. She knows that

Damn.

“Your little southern belle?” Elena asks.

“She’s not southern.”

“I thought you went to Georgia to see her.”

“I see. She certainly looks like your type.”

“Yeah.” Let’s not go there.

“Are you

Ana is talking to Greta—grilling

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Elena looks disappointed. “Why not?”

“She’s named you Mrs. Robinson.”

“Oh, really? That’s funny. Though I’m surprised someone that young knows the reference.” Elena’s tone is wry. “I’m also astonished you told her about us. What happened to confidentiality?” She taps a scarlet fingernail

“She’s not going to talk.”

“I hope so. Look, don’t worry. I’ll back off.” She holds her hands up in surrender.

“Thank you.”

“But is this a good idea, Christian? She’s hurt you once already.” Elena’s face is etched with concern.

“I don’t know. I missed her. She missed me. I’ve decided I’m going to try it her way. She’s willing.”

“Her way? Are you sure you can? Are you

Ana is still staring at us. She’s alarmed.

“Time will tell,”

I’m here if you need me. Good luck.” She gives me a soft but calculated smile. “Don’t be a stranger.”

“Thanks. Are you going to my parents’ soirée this evening?”

“I don’t think

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