ry. He’s scowling, and I
realize it’s because I’m in José’s arms. So in a very
realize it’s because I’m in José’s arms. So in a very
calculating move, I wrap my arms around José’s neck. I
think Christian is going to expire. His glare darkens to
something quite sinister, and slowly he makes his way
toward us.
“Thanks for the warning about the portraits of me,” I
mumble.
“Shit. Sorry, Ana. I should ha一ve told you. D’you like
them?”
“Um . . . I don’t know,” I answer truthfully,
momentarily knocked off balance by his question.
“Well, they’re all sold, so somebody likes them. How
cool is that? You’re a poster girl.” He hugs me tighter still
as Christian reaches us, glowering at me now, though
fortunately José doesn’t see.
José releases me. “Don’t be a stranger, Ana. Oh, Mr.
Grey, good evening.”
“Mr. Rodriguez, very impressive.” Christian sounds
icily polite. “I’m sorry we can’t stay longer, but we need to
head back to Seattle. Anastasia?” He sub一tly stresses we
and takes my hand as he does so.
“Bye, José. Congratulations again.” I give him a quick
kiss on the cheek, and before I know it Christian is
dragging me out of the building. I know he’s boiling with
silent wrath, but so am I.
He looks quickly up and down the street then heads
left and suddenly sweeps me into a side alley, abruptly
pushing me up against a wall. He grabs my face between
his hands, forcing me to look up into his ardent determined
eyes.
eyes.
I gasp, and his mouth swoops down. He’s kissing me,
violently. Briefly our teeth clash, then his tongue is in my
mouth.
Desire explodes like the Fourth of July throughout my
body, and I’m kissing him back, matching his fervor, my
hands knotting in his hair, pulling it, hard. He groans, a low
sexy sound in the back of his throat that reverberates
through me, and his hand moves down my body to the top
of my thigh, his fingers digging into my flesh through the
plum dress.
I pour all the angst and heartbreak of the last few days
into our kiss, binding him to me, and
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