Chapter Three
Saturday, 19th May 12:38 p.m.
Oh Miss Steele, Why am I obsessed with you? I sit in my car outside Clayton's grinning like a complete idiot. How can one girl have such effect on me…? I place the shopping on the backseat and take my Blackberry out of my right pocket in my jacket. Locate Taylor's number, and place it to my ear.
On the first ring he answers immediately. "Taylor."
"Taylor, It's Grey, listen I'll be staying at the Heathman tonight. I want you and Sawyer to drive down with my brother Elliot, I'll phone him to get ready. I need a few things…"
"Of course Sir. I'll prep Sawyer and make our way down."
I hang up taking one last glance at the store and switch on the engine, making my way to the Heathman, at the centre of my mind there she lingers all brown haired blue-eyed beauty. Image of her biting that goddamn lip, her nervous countenance, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear. Get a grip, Grey. I try to shake it off, clear my focus. But no, there she is. All I want to do is fuck her!
Fifteen minutes later, I pull up to the Heathman; it's nested in the downtown heart of Portland. It has a splendid 1920s edifice structure with a long and open entrance. As I pull up, a man dressed in a ridiculous velvet suit opens my door, as I hand him the keys. Better not dent it son, or I'll dent you. Once inside I say, "Penthouse suite please," to the little blonde women behind the desk, her eyes wide with excitement as she takes in my face. Yeah, yeah. Get on with it.
I strum my fingers on the desk waiting impatiently, Hurry the fuck up. Ignoring the price of the room, I just hand over my Amex Card.
"Mr. G-Grey," She stutters and nods courteously. She swipes and hands me back my card with a room key.
"Thank You." I walk away from the desk to the elevator, my Blackberry buzzes in my pocket.
"Grey."
"Yo, Bro listen can't make it tonight going out on the town with couple of guys, so if you're still in Portland tomorrow I'll come down then alright?"
"Fine. But Elliot, I'll assign Sawyer to travel down with you. Got it."
"Yes, little brother." Through the phone I am imagine the annoying eye roll.
"Right. Bye." As soon as I hang up I'm immediately back on the phone to Taylor.
"Elliot isn't joining us until tomorrow. Tell Sawyer to stay in Seattle and accompany my brother here tomorrow. Got it?"
"Yes Sir." I hang up. In the elevator, there is a young couple in the corner in a passionate embrace, rather distracting if you ask me. It's revolting. Except, if it was you and Little Miss Steele.
That evening, I'm surrounded by a sullen state of boredom. Maybe she won't call. Then that's that. It's over. Maybe I should go to her apartment? And what harass Miss Katherine Kavanagh, I don't think so. I sigh, glaring at my Blackberry hoping it'll ring. After five minutes I place it on the counter in the large living room area of the penthouse. Grabbing my laptop and going over numbers for one of the many businesses I own. Out of the window the evening light is drifting off into darkness. The view is spectacular but oh Jesus I'm scared of heights. From the other side of room my Blackberry starts ringing. I catch it on the second ring.
"Grey."
"Ah… Mr. Grey? It's Anastasia Steele." Well hello Miss Steele, I've been waiting for your call.
