Fifty Shades Darker(197)

Give Christian the benefit of the doubt. I frown at the thought.

"Emotionally, Christian is an adolescent, Ana. He bypassed that phase in his life totally. He's channeled all his energies into succeeding in the business world, and he has beyond all expectations. His emotional world has to play catch-up."

"So how do I help?"

Dr. Flynn laughs. "Just keep doing what you're doing," he grins at me. "Christian is head over heels. It's a delight to see."

I flush, and my inner goddess is hugging herself with glee, but something bothers me.

"Can I ask you one more thing?"

"Of course."

I take a deep breath. "Part of me thinks that if he wasn't this broken he wouldn't...

want me."

Dr. Flynn's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "That's a very negative thing to say about yourself, Ana. And frankly it says more about you than it does about Christian. It's not quite up there with his self-loathing, but I'm surprised by it."

"Well, look at him... and then look at me."

Dr. Flynn frowns. "I have. I see an attractive young man, and I see an attractive young woman. Ana, why don't you think of yourself as attractive?"

Oh no... I don't want this to be about me. I stare down at my fingers. There's a sharp knock on the door that makes me jump. Christian comes back into the room, glaring at both of us. I flush and glance quickly at Flynn, who is smiling benignly at Christian.

"Welcome back, Christian," he says.

"I think time is up, John."

"Nearly, Christian. Join us."

Christian sits down, beside me this time, and places his hand possessively on my knee.

His action does not go unnoticed by Dr. Flynn.

"Did you have any other questions, Ana?" Dr. Flynn asks and his concern is obvious.

Shit... I should not have asked that question. I shake my head.

"Christian?"

"Not today, John."

Flynn nods.

"It may be beneficial if you both come again. I'm sure Ana will have more questions."

Christian nods, reluctantly.

I flush. Shit... he wants to delve. Christian clasps my hand and regards me intently.

"Okay?" he asks softly.

I smile at him, nodding. Yes, we're going for the benefit of the doubt, courtesy of the good doctor from England.

Christian squeezes my hand and turns to Flynn.

"How is she?" he asks softly.

Me?

"She'll get there," he says reassuringly.

"Good. Keep me updated of her progress."

"I will."

Holy f*ck. They're talking about Leila.

"Shall we go and celebrate your promotion?" Christian asks me pointedly.

I nod shyly as Christian stands.

We say our quick good-byes to Dr. Flynn, and Christian ushers me out with unseemly haste.

In the street, he turns to me. "How was that?" his voice is anxious.

"It was good."

He regards me suspiciously. I cock my head to one side.

"Mr. Grey, please don't look at me that way. Under doctor's orders I am going to give you the benefit of the doubt."

"What does that mean?"

"You'll see."

His mouth twists and his eyes narrow. "Get in the car," he orders while opening the passenger door of the Saab.

Oh, change of direction. My Blackberry buzzes. I haul it out of my purse.

Shit, Jose!