Fifty Shades in Fifty Days or a Booknista Writer’s Descent into one of the Bestselling Books of all Time: Chapter 21
After the startling revelation at the end of chapter 20 that Christian Grey’s mother was a crack whore (his words, not mine), giving him a head start on acquiring his lengthy list of personal issues, I had pretty low expectations for this chapter.
True to form, Ana wakes up alone in Christian’s bed, spends some time feeling bad for long ago baby-Christian living in fifty shades of unspecific doom-and-gloom, has an awkward encounter with Christian’s pretty blonde housekeeper, and then interrupts a business phone call by standing around dressed only in Christian’s shirt.
The phone call is followed by sex on his desk. Because when you interrupt a business call, it’s only right to help minimize the loss in productivity by being even less productive. Despite my misgivings about Christian’s work ethic, I don’t really mind the sex break. It’s pretty steamy, so.
“I’ve only got a taste for you,” I whisper.
His eyes widen and darken while his hands knead my naked backside.
“Damn right, only me,” he growls, and suddenly with one fluid movement, he clears all the plans and papers off his desk so that they scatter on the floor, sweeps me up in his arms, and lays me down across the short end of his desk so that my head is almost off the edge.
“You want it, you got it, baby,” he mutters, producing a foil packet from his pants pocket while he unzips his pants. Oh Mr. Boy Scout. He rolls the condom over his erection and gazes down at me. “I sure hope you’re ready,” he breathes, a salacious smile across his face. And in a moment, he’s filling me, holding my wrists tightly by my side, and thrusting into me deeply.
I just hope that condom wasn’t in his pocket too long. On my mental list of Things I Wish Christian Grey Knew, the fact that body heat weakens condoms is quickly approaching the top (held back only by #1: The Definition of Consent).
Later that day, Ana spends a job interview for a position she really, really wants thinking about Christian and what it would be like to have sex on a leather couch, because she obviously has her priorities straight.
After the interview, Ana heads home to tell Kate all about it, and then pack for her trip home. She’s a last-minute packer, though I think that says less about her organization and decision-making skills and more about her lack of clothing choices. Somehow, in between interviews, packing, and leaving for the airport, Ana has time to get takeout for lunch, charge all her electronics, and send Christian a bunch of emails. I’m really very impressed (and skeptical of the realistic-ness of the time flow in this book).
Once again, Ana starts reconsidering Christian’s feelings for her. Does he love her? Does he even like her? Does he have feelings? Is he made up entirely of mental ticks and dominance?
He seems very keen, says I’m his – but that’s just part of his I-must-own-and-have-everything-now – control-freak dominant self, surely. I realize that while I’m away, I will have to run through all our conversations again and see if I can pick out telltale signs.
Maybe she doesn’t want to deal with his slightly-psychotic idiosyncrasies after all. But he’s just so hot. Ana’s already jealous of Christian’s past submissives–there’s no way she’s letting someone else have him now.
But that’s for later. Right now Ana and Kate are parting at the airport—Ana to go home, and Kate to go to Barbados because she has a rich boyfriend and isn’t really necessary to the plot anymore. In his efforts to be either sweet or a control-freak – you decide – Christian has paid to upgrade Ana’s ticket to first class, ending this chapter on a downward spiral of annoyance. Oh well. (If Ana doesn’t want the upgrade, I’ll take it. There are some perks you just shouldn’t turn down.)