Fifty Shades of Pulp

Pulp Chapter 6

"Sir Miss Steele's report raises no personal red flags. She comes across as a little unconventional, yet sound. I surmise that from 2005 to 2007 she had quite the upheaval in relations to her personal life. Gathering from her grandparents death so close to her birthday I suspect they were en-route to meet her. Crater Lake seems a middle-meeting ground when driving from Seattle or San Francisco.

Then the divorce and her moving to Los Angeles."

absentmindedly nodding "Yes, I gathered that too. It's best that it wasn't mentioned." What a fucked-up way to die. It seemed so random.

"Anything else Taylor?"

clearing his throat "Sir, the report seems to state she lived in Venice with her mother and new husband yet she was a student in SAAS around that time or near that time. She may have moved away from her mother, living with her father. It's a bit gray since we don't have details on that matter. There may have been problems in California."

exactly what I was thinking "Understood. What else do you see?"

"Mr. Grey, she enjoys traveling, actually having a penchant for it. Makes me curious as to her domestic travels."

staying silent I add nothing to our conversation. There are holes in Ana report, too many for my liking.

Riding the elevator up to my office. I have nothing "going-on" my calendar is blank until Claude at 3pm. All of my enterprises are in the black and flourishing, there is really no need for me to linger in the office.

Seating at my desk I dial Welch "Grey here. Thank you for the report."

"Your welcome sir, yet I hear a "but" coming on."

"I want you to dig deeper, there are holes."

"I see sir, I'll do what I can. This may take some time. A few days at least."

"Get on it Welch." hanging up the phone.

Sending a text to Elliot

~If free Saturday night dinner at El Gaucho 9pm followed by some nightclubbing, Let me know~

within a minute I get a response

~I'm always available 4 my lil'bro. Should I park in the garage or will u pick me up?~

~I'll pick you up at 8:45pm. Be ready~

~AOK~

~ We are going to Europa. Dress accordingly. I'll be outside in the SUV~

~I'm up 4 steak & Europa. I'll have on my dancing shoes. Can't wait! Love ya bro, E~

rolling my eyes. Lelliot is too openly expressive when it comes to love for his family.

After a grueling workout with Claude, in which, not only did he kick my ass, he added a 30 minute circuit because I wasn't focused. I don't mind I felt calm by the time I reached Escala.

Much to my chagrin everything that Claude did was immediately undone when the update I had been waiting for arrived. Anastasia is in Seattle and she's checked into the Fairmont. At least she has good tastes in hotels.

I feel like a teenager, my cock is a full salute, I'm downright giddy. She's in town.

A couple hours later the latest is that she walked to the Wild Ginger for dinner and she looks delectable. Her hair is down, wearing black boots, low-rise jeans, a belt with a Union Jack buckle, black t-shirt and leather jacket. It not my preferred tastes but it works on her. That figure of hers... fuck me.