him.
He blinks, and his frown deepens as I continue.
“It’s very confusing being with you. You don’t want
me to defy you, but then you like my ‘smart mouth.’ You
want obedience, except when you don’t, so you can
punish me. I just don’t know which way is up when I’m
with you.”
He narrows his eyes. “Good point well made, as usual,
Miss Steele.” His voice is frigid. “Come, let’s go eat.”
“We’ve only been here for half an hour.”
“You’ve seen the photos; you’ve spoken to the boy.”
“His name is José.”
“You’ve spoken to José—the man who, the last time I
met him, was trying to push his tongue into your reluctant
mouth while you were drunk and ill,” he snarls.
“He’s never hit me,” I spit at him.
Christian scowls at me, fury emanating from every
pore. “That’s a low blow, Anastasia,” he whispers
menacingly.
I flush, and Christian runs his hands through his hair,
bristling with barely contained anger. I glare back at him.
“I’m taking you for something to eat. You’re fading
away in front of me. Find the boy, say good-bye.”
“Please, can we stay longer?”
“No. Go. Now. Say good-bye.”
I glare at him, my blood boiling. Mr. Damned Control
Freak. Angry is good. Angry is better than tearful.
I drag my gaze away from him and scan the room for
José. He’s talking to a group of young women. I stalk off
toward him and away from Fifty. Just because he brought
me here, I ha一ve to do as he says? Who the hell does he
think he is?
The girls are hanging on José’s every word. One of
them gasps as I approach, no doub一t recognizing me from
the portraits.
“José.”
“Ana. Excuse me, girls.” José grins at them and puts
his arm around me, and on some level I’m amused—José
all smooth, impressing the ladies.
“You look mad,” he says.
“I ha一ve to go,” I mutter mulishly.
“You just got here.”
“I know but Christian needs to get back. The pictures
are fantastic, José—you’re very talented.”
He beams. “It was so cool seeing you.”
Jose sweeps me into a big bear hug, spinning me so I
can see Christian across the galle
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