t him while he stares at Jack, his expression impassive.
Turning his attention to me, he gives me a brief crooked
smile followed by a swift kiss. He’s wearing his na一vy
pinstriped jacket over jeans and an open white shirt. He
looks edible.
Jack shuffles back uncomfortably.
“Jack, this is Christian,” I mumble apologetically. Why
am I apologizing? “Christian, Jack.”
“I’m the boyfriend,” Christian says with a small, cool
smile that doesn’t reach his eyes as he shakes Jack’s hand.
I glance up at Jack who is mentally assessing the fine
specimen of manhood in front of him.
“I’m the boss,” Jack replies arrogantly. “Ana did
mention an ex-boyfriend.”
Oh, shit. You don’t want to play this game with
Fifty.
“Well, no longer ex,” Christian replies calmly. “Come
on, baby, time to go.”
“Please, stay and join us for a drink,” Jack says
smoothly.
I don’t think that’s a good idea. Why is this so
uncomfortable? I glance at Claire, who is, of course
staring, open-mouthed and with frankly carnal appreciation
at Christian. When will I stop caring about the effect he
has on other women?
“We ha一ve plans,” Christian replies with his enigmatic
smile.
We do? And a frisson of anticipation runs through my
body.
“Another time, perhaps,” he adds. “Come,” he says to
me as he takes my hand.
“See you Monday.” I smile at Jack, Claire, and the
guys from finance, trying hard to ignore Jack’s less-thanpleased
expression, and follow Christian out of the door.
Taylor is at the wheel of the Audi waiting at the curb.
“Why did that feel like a pissing contest?” I ask
Christian as he opens the car door for me.
“Because it was,” he murmurs and gives me his
enigmatic smile then shuts my door.
“Hello, Taylor,” I say and our eyes meet in the review
mirror.
“Miss Steele,” Taylor acknowledges with a genial
smile.
Christian slides in beside me, clasps my hand, and
gently kisses my knuckles. “Hi,” he says softly.
My cheeks turn pink, knowing that Taylor can hear us,
grateful that he can’t see the scorching, panty-com
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