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weirdly attentive customer to someone else—someone cold and distant.
    “Paul, I’m with a customer. Someone you should meet,” I say, trying to defuse the antagonism I see in Grey’s expression. I drag Paul over to meet him, and they size each other up. The atmosphere is suddenly arctic.
    “Er, Paul, this is Christian Grey. Mr. Grey, this is Paul Clayton. His brother owns the place.” And for some irrational reason, I feel I have to explain a bit more.
    “I’ve known Paul ever since I’ve worked here, though we don’t see each other that often. He’s back from Princeton, where he’s studying business administration.” I’m babbling … 
Stop now!
    “Mr. Clayton.” Grey holds his hand out, his look unreadable.
    “Mr. Grey.” Paul returns his handshake. “Wait up—not
the
Christian Grey? Of Grey Enterprises Holdings?” Paul goes from surly to awestruck in less than a nanosecond. Grey gives him a polite smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
    “Wow—is there anything I can get you?”
    “Anastasia has it covered, Mr. Clayton. She’s been very attentive.” His expression is impassive, but his words … it’s like he’s saying something else entirely. It’s baffling.
    “Cool,” Paul responds. “Catch you later, Ana.”
    “Sure, Paul.” I watch him disappear toward the stockroom. “Anything else, Mr. Grey?”
    “Just these items.” His tone is clipped and cool. Damn … have I offended him? Taking a deep breath, I turn and head for the register.
What is his problem?
    I ring up the rope, coveralls, masking tape, and cable ties.
    “That will be forty-three dollars, please.” I glance up at Grey, and I wish I hadn’t. He’s watching me closely, intently. It’s unnerving.
    “Would you like a bag?” I ask as I take his credit card.
    “Please, Anastasia.” His tongue caresses my name, and my heart once again is frantic. I can hardly breathe. Hurriedly, I place his purchases in a plastic bag.
    “You’ll call me if you want me to do the photo shoot?” He’s all business once more. I nod, rendered speechless yet again, and hand back his credit card.
    “Good. Until tomorrow, perhaps.” He turns to leave, then pauses. “Oh—and Anastasia, I’m glad Miss Kavanagh couldn’t do the interview.” He smiles, then strides with renewed purpose out of the store, slinging the plastic bag over his shoulder, leaving me a quivering mass of raging female hormones. I spend several minutes staring at the closed door through which he’s just left before I return to planet Earth.
    Okay—I like him
. There, I’ve admitted it to myself. I cannot hide from my feelings anymore. I’ve never felt like this before. I find him attractive, very attractive. But it’s a lost cause, I know, and I sigh with bittersweet regret. It was just a coincidence, his coming here. But still, I can admire him from afar, surely. No harm can come of that. And if I find a photographer, I can do some serious admiring tomorrow. I bite my lip in anticipation and find myself grinning like a schoolgirl. I need to phone Kate and organize a photo shoot.

CHAPTER THREE
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    K ate is ecstatic.
    “But what was he doing at Clayton’s?” Her curiosity oozes through the phone. I’m in the depths of the stockroom, trying to keep my voice casual.
    “He was in the area.”
    “I think that is one huge coincidence, Ana. You don’t think he was there to see you?” My heart lurches at the prospect, but it’s a short-lived joy. The dull, disappointing reality is that he was here on business.
    “He was visiting the farming division of WSU. He’s funding some research,” I mutter.
    “Oh yes. He’s given the department a $2.5 million grant.”
Wow
.
    “How do you know this?”
    “Ana, I’m a journalist, and I’ve written a profile on the guy. It’s my job to know this.”
    “Okay, Carla Bernstein, keep your hair on. So do you want these photos?”
    “Of course I do. The question is, who’s going to do them and