***Because someone asked, here you go :)***
Christian Grey...
The words slither off your tongue. In a breath of warm air and out of your parted lips.
Christian Grey...
You taste metal. You smell leather. You hear the clangs of chains. You feel the softness of the silk red sheets.
Christian Grey...
You want more. More of him. Of his brisk force. His robust build. His lips curling as he lets out an orgasmic groan and—
"Madison?" You hear. You turn around and find your editor, Ella, approaching with a polite smile. She's carrying a pen and her glasses in one hand, and the paper you submitted in the other.
"Hi," you say a little too brightly. You clear your throat. "How are you?"
"Fine. Good. This—" she holds up the paper and shakes it in her hand— "this is really good. Surprisingly intimate and engaging."
"Good, good," you nod. The que you're in pulls and you take one step closer to your coffee. You're thinking...latte, soy, cinnamon, Christian.
Ella takes one look right and left and then leans in. "To tell you the truth, the story got me a little hot. How'd you manage an exclusive?"
"I got on my knees and opened wide," you grin.
Ella's eyes widen. She leans back in shock, mouth O-shaped and then bursts out laughing. "Oh my God. I walked right into that joke, didn't I?"
"Ha!" you huff a little laugh. You mentally slap yourself silly but are thankful for Ella's dimwit perception.
You reach the counter and offer up your money in exchange for an order.
"Well, good work, Maddie. I'll take this up right now. The senior article editor will be pleased." She slaps your arm with the paper and then smiles a goodbye.
You nod in response, and smile back.
On the way to your office you blast yourself for having any involvement with Christian Grey. He's a faint memory. Rookie mistake. You think to yourself, he was a one-off thing. A distant memory. You can pass off the experience as a sexual adventure—a sexscapade—but you're never to see him again.
And it will be easy. Because there's no reason for him to see you, or for you to see him.
"Maddie," Ella pops in.
You tear your eyes' attention from the corner of the room and shoot your head up. "Yes?"
"Took it to EC." Ella wiggles her brows up and down.
"And?"
"She wants you to go deeper in the mind of Christian Grey."
Oh great, you think, just when I'm starting to lose sight of him. "Great. Umm, I can look up his rags to riches history, his company—"
"No, no, no," she shakes her head. "We need something deeper." She wiggles her brows again and chuckles.
"Please don't say 'deeper' again."
"Alright, alright," Ella holds her hands up in surrender. "EC wants you to do a part two."
"A part two?"
"A second interview with Christian Grey."
You shoot up to your feet. "No. I—I mean, he wouldn't even consider it. Another interview? He's already spoken enough. I'm lucky to have even gotten this personal with him, he's so out of reach. There's no way you'll even get him on the phone."
"We just got off the phone with him."
"Oh."
"And guess what?"
"What?"
"He asked for you."
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Fifty Shades of BLACK SILK
Hayran KurguA Vanity Fair writer does what it takes to get the biggest scoop! Written for Cosmopolitan.com's 50 Shades of Grey contest! ~My heart slowed down when we got to his high-rise. I didn't ask questions. I didn't wonder why we were here and not my apart...
