This is the only version I’ll be reading! 😉 PS. Not for the squeamish.
Ana gathers her thoughts as the elevator slides up the shaft of the glistening Seattle skyscraper. Christian will be waiting in the Red Room, with his enigmatic eyes and gentle teasing smile. The doors slide seductively open and she steps into the anteroom of the CEO suite, ignoring the appraising eye of the identikit blonde personal assistant. Ana knows that they are well aware of the most important instruction, on pain of instant dismissal: never disturb Mr Grey in the Red Room.
She has her own key for the Red Room, coming and going as she pleases, or as Christian pleases. Usually coming, she thinks, with a half-smile. The room is slightly larger than the boardroom, floored with blood- red mats and padded in thick foam and red leather, with wall-fixings for submission and dominance games, all completely soundproofed. The key slides into the lock, probing deeply to release the electronic…
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