is eyes off them.
“You bought more than one?”
He rolls his eyes. “I bought them all, Anastasia. I don’t
want some stranger ogling you in the privacy of their
home.”
My first inclination is to laugh. “You’d rather it was
you?” I scoff.
He glares down at me, caught off guard by my
audacity, I think, but he’s trying to hide his amusement.
“Frankly, yes.”
“Pervert,” I mouth at him and bite my lower lip to
prevent my smile.
His mouth drops open, and now his amusement is
obvious. He strokes his chin thoughtfully.
“Can’t argue with that assessment, Anastasia.” He
shakes his head, and his eyes soften with humor.
“I’d discuss it further with you, but I’ve signed an
NDA.”
He sighs, gazing at me, and his eyes darken. “What I’d
like to do to your smart mouth,” he murmurs.
I gasp, knowing full well what he means. “You’re very
rude.” I try to sound shocked and succeed. Does he ha一ve
no boundaries?
He smirks at me, amused, and then he frowns.
“You look very relaxed in these photographs,
Anastasia. I don’t see you like that very often.”
What? Whoa! Change of subject—talk about non
sequitur—from playful to serious.
I flush and glance down at my fingers. He tilts my head
back, and I inhale sharply at the contact with his long
fingers.
“I want you that relaxed with me,” he whispers. All
trace of humor has gone.
Deep inside me that joy stirs again. But how can this
be? We ha一ve issues.
“You ha一ve to stop intimidating me if you want that,” I
snap.
“You ha一ve to learn to communicate and tell me how
you feel,” he snaps back, eyes blazing.
I take a deep breath. “Christian, you wanted me as a
submissive. That’s where the problem lies. It’s in the
definition of a submissive—you e-mailed it to me once.” I
pause, trying to recall the wording. “I think the synonyms
were, and I quote, ‘compliant, pliant, amenable, passive,
tractable, resigned, patient, docile, tame, subdued.’ I
wasn’t supposed to look at you. Not talk to you unless
you ga一ve me permission to do so. What do you expect?” I
hiss at
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