busting
look that Christian is giving me. It takes all my self-restraint
not to leap on him right here, in the back seat of the car.
Oh, the back seat of the car . . . hmm. My inner
goddess strokes her chin gently in quiet contemplation.
“Hi,” I breathe, my mouth dry.
“What would you like to do this evening?”
“I thought you said we had plans.”
“Oh, I know what I’d like to do, Anastasia. I’m asking
you what you want to do.”
I beam at him.
“I see,” he says with a wickedly salacious grin. “So . . .
begging it is, then. Do you want to beg at my place or
yours?” He tilts his head to one side and smiles his oh-sosexy
smile at me.
“I think you’re being very presumptuous, Mr. Grey.
But by way of a change, we could go to my apartment.” I
bite my lip deliberately, and his expression darkens.
“Taylor, Miss Steele’s, please.”
“Sir,” Taylor acknowledges and he heads off into the
traffic.
“So how has your day been?” he asks.
“Good. Yours?”
“Good, thank you.”
His ridiculously broad grin reflects mine, and he kisses
my hand again.
“You look lovely,” he says.
“You look lovely,” he says.
“As do you.”
“Your boss, Jack Hyde, is he good at his job?”
Whoa! That’s a sudden change in direction? I frown.
“Why? This isn’t about your pissing contest?”
Christian smirks. “That man wants into your panties,
Anastasia,” he says dryly.
I go crimson as my mouth drops open, and I glance
nervously at Taylor. My subconscious inhales sharply,
shocked.
“Well, he can want all he likes . . . why are we even
ha一ving this conversation? You know I ha一ve no interest in
him whatsoever. He’s just my boss.”
“That’s the point. He wants what’s mine. I need to
know if he’s good at his job.”
I shrug. “I think so.” Where is he going with this?
“Well, he’d better lea一ve you alone, or he’ll find himself
on his ass on the sidewalk.”
“Oh, Christian, what are you talking about? He hasn’t
done anything wrong.” . . .Yet. He just stands too close.
“He makes one move, you tell me. It’s called gross
moral turpitude—or sexual ha
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