
Meet Fifty Shades
Monday, May 9, 2011
“Tomorrow,” I mutter, dismissing Claude Bastille as he stands on the threshold of
my office.
“Golf, this week, Grey.” Bastille grins with easy arrogance, knowing that his
victory on the golf course is assured.
I scowl after him as he turns and leaves. His parting words rub salt into my
wounds because despite...