Fifty Shades in Fifty Days or a Booknista Writer’s Descent into one of the Bestselling Books of all Time: Chapter 17
Chapter seventeen opens with another dream; instead of hot and steamy, this one is sweet, pretty, and ends in fire and death.
Well, to be fair, Ana’s dreaming that she’s a moth flying too close to a candle, so it’s a fair conclusion. When she wakes up, Ana discovers the candle is actually Christian laying on top of her in his sleep (and isn’t that a nice image to go with the ridiculously depressing foreshadowing!). Luckily, Christian is just as drawn to Ana:
“Good morning,” he mumbles and frowns. “Jesus, even in my sleep I’m drawn to you.” He moves slowly, unpeeling his limbs from me as he gets his bearings. I become aware of his erection against my hip. He notices my wide-eyed reaction, and he smiles a slow sexy smile.
Christian is so comfortable cuddling with Ana, in fact, that he oversleeps and had to rush out the door to a meeting. Once he leaves, Ana uses some of her extra time to write him an email about her feelings. She’s super articulate in the morning, and I’m kind of jealous. Christian, despite being in a meeting, responds to her first email… and then to her second one, with an added bonus of a creepy comment about being able to find Ana anywhere by tracking her cell phone. When Ana calls him out on his stalker tendencies, he volleys back with the actual name of his psychiatrist, because he is that aware that he has a problem.
On her drive to work, Ana contemplates being forced to exercise by Christian and his hired personal trainer. She hates exercising. I can empathize.
That thought is quickly overtaken by another almost-romantic gesture on the part of the lovely Mr. Grey, who has sent her a new BlackBerry so that he can contact her via email at all times. Of course, since Ana ignores the buzzing of the next email he sends her, his stalker tendencies may be in vain.
The day goes by, Ana gets a bonus on her last day of work, Christian’s minion comes to pick up her old car and professes his confidence in Christian’s good character, Ana and Kate pack up the rest of their stuff, and Jose comes over for drinks. When Elliot shows up and starts snogging Kate (and possibly humping—the dialogue was unclear, but I imagined in nonetheless), Ana and Jose take a walk.
Upon their return, Jose goes home and Ana finally checks her email again. Not unexpectedly, there’s one from Christian. It seems she forgot to call him after work. Oops. Five missed calls and a voice message seems a little extreme, but since it’s coming from Creepy McStalker, I guess it’s only to be expected. But when she calls him back, he’s sweet and tired, and they banter like two love-struck teenagers.
“You hang up,” I whisper. Finally, I sense his smile.
“No, you hang up.” And I know he’s grinning.
“I don’t want to.”
“Neither do I.”
The next day Ana and Kate move into their new apartment. It’s super nice, in prime real-estate, and I have absolutely no idea how they even come close to affording it. But hey—that’s why this is called Fiction, right?
Sunday morning Ana heads over to Christian’s loft to sign a contract and have exciting! awesome! nerve-wracking! sex! She’s wearing the original plum dress just to work him up, and the underwear that Christian gifted her with after the regrettable drinking incident. Unfortunately for her sexy plans, Ana still has to see a doctor for birth control before signing the contract. On top of that, Christian asks her if she’s eaten anything. I don’t know why he bothers—she’s been asked at least three times already in the book, and not once has she answered in the affirmative.
After a quick invitation to the Grey family that night—Kate will be attending with Elliot as well—the doctor arrives and Ana is whisked away from the conversation. But, of course, Christian has to have the last word:
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispers. “I can’t wait to get you naked.”
Come back next week for Chapter Eighteen, in which Ana sees a doctor, and hopefully has hot, steamy sex with Christian Grey.