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Chapter 115
Chapter 115
What does that meanAre they closing the doorsMy scalp prickles as I sit in palpitating anticipation. The Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
seat next to me is the only unoccupied one in the sixteen-seat cabin. The plane jolts as it pulls away
from its stand, and I breathe a sigh of relief but feel a faint tingle of disappointment too... no Christian
for four days. I take a sneak peek at my BlackBerry.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Enjoy it While You Can
Date: May 30 2011 22:25
To: Anastasia Steele
Dear Miss Steele
I know what you're trying to do - and trust me - you've succeeded. Next time you'll be in the cargo hold,
bound and gagged in a crate. Believe me when I say that attending to you in that state will give me so
much more pleasure than merely upgrading your ticket.
I look forward to your return.
Christian Grey
Palm-Twitching CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Holy crap. That's the problem with Christian's humor - I can be never be sure if he's joking or if he's
seriously angry. I suspect on this occasion he's seriously angry. Surreptitiously, so the flight attendant
can't see, I type a reply under the blanket.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Joking?
Date: May 30 2011 22:30
To: Christian Grey
You see - I have no idea if you're joking - and if you're not - then I think I'll stay in Georgia. Crates are a
hard limit for me. Sorry I made you mad. Tell me you forgive me.
A
From: Christian Grey
Subject: Joking
Date: May 30 2011 22:31
To: Anastasia Steele
How can you be emailingAre you risking the life of everyone on board, including yourself, by using your
BlackBerryI think that contravenes one of the rules.
Christian Grey
Two Palms Twitching CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Two palms! I put my BlackBerry away, sit back while the plane taxis to the runway, and pull out my
tattered copy of Tess - some light reading for the journey. Once we're airborne, I tip my seat back, and
soon I'm drifting off to sleep.
The flight attendant wakes me as we start our descent into Atlanta. Local time is 5:45
a.m., but I've only had four hours sleep or so... I feel groggy, but grateful for the glass of orange juice
she hands me. I glance nervously at my BlackBerry. There are no further emails from Christian. Well,
it's nearly three in the morning in Seattle, and he probably wants to discourage me from screwing up
the avionics system, or whatever prevents planes from flying if mobile phones are switched on.
The wait in Atlanta is only an hour. And again I'm luxuriating in the confines of the first class lounge. I
am tempted to curl up and go to sleep on one of the plush, inviting couches that sink softly under my
weight. But it will just not be long enough. To keep myself awake, I start a long steam of consciousness
to Christian on my laptop.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Do you like to scare me?
Date: May 31 2011 06:52 EST
To: Christian Grey
You know how much I dislike you spending money on me. Yes, you're very rich, but still it makes me
uncomfortable, like you're paying me for sex. However, I like traveling first class, it's so much more
civilized than coach. So thank you. I mean it - and I did enjoy the massage from Jean Paul. He was
very g*y. I omitted that bit in my email to you to wind you up, because I was annoyed with you, and I'm
sorry about that.
But as usual you overreact. You can't write things like that to me - bound and gagged in a crate - (Were
you serious or was it a joke?) That scares me... you scare me... I am completely caught up in your
spell, considering a lifestyle with you that I didn't even know existed until last Saturday week, and then
you write something like that and I want to run screaming into the hills. I won't, of course, because I'd
miss you. Really miss you. I want us to work, but I am terrified of the depth of feeling I have for you and
the dark path you're leading me down. What you are offering is erotic and sexy, and I'm curious, but I'm
also scared you'll hurt me - physically and emotionally. After three months you could say goodbye, and
where will that leave me if you doBut then I suppose that risk is there in any relationship. This just isn't
the sort of relationship I ever envisaged having, especially as my first. It's a huge leap of faith for me.
You were right when you said I didn't have a submissive bone in my body... and I agree with you now.
Having said that, I want to be with you, and if that's what I have to do, I would like to try, but I think I'll
suck at it and end up black and blue - and I don't relish that idea at all.
I am so happy that you have said that you will try more. I just need to think about what
'more' means to me, and that's one of the reasons why I wanted some distance. You dazzle me so
much I find it very difficult to think clearly when we're together.
They are calling my flight. I have to go.
More later
Your Ana
I press send and make my way sleepily to the departure gate to board a different plane.
This one has only six seats in first class, and once we are in the air, I curl up under my soft blanket and
fall asleep.
All too soon, I'm woken by the flight attendant offering me more orange juice as we begin our approach
to Savannah International. I sip slowly, beyond fatigued, and I allow myself to feel a modicum of
excitement. I'm going to see my mother for the first time in six months. Sneaking another covert look at
my BlackBerry, I remember vaguely that I sent a long rambling email to Christian - but there's nothing in
response. It's five in the morning in Seattle - hopefully he's still asleep and not up playing mournful
laments on his piano.
The beauty of carry-on rucksacks is that one can breeze out of the airport and not wait endlessly for
baggage at the carousels. The beauty of traveling first class is that they let you off the plane first.
My mom is waiting with Bob, and it is so good to see them. I don't know if it's because of exhaustion,
the long journey, or the whole Christian situation, but as soon as I'm in my mother's arms, I burst into
tears.
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