rassment.”
“It was just a drink after work.”
“I mean it. One move and he’s out.”
“You don’t ha一ve that kind of power.” Honestly! And
before I roll my eyes at him, the realization hits me with the
force of a speeding freight truck. “Do you, Christian?”
Christian gives me his enigmatic smile.
“You’re buying the company,” I whisper in horror.
His smile slips in response to the panic in my voice.
His smile slips in response to the panic in my voice.
“Not exactly,” he says.
“You’ve bought it. SIP. Already.”
He blinks at me, warily. “Possibly.”
“You ha一ve or you ha一ven’t?”
“Ha一ve.”
What the hell? “Why?” I gasp, appalled. Oh, this just
is too much.
“Because I can, Anastasia. I need you safe.”
“But you said you wouldn’t interfere in my career!”
“And I won’t.”
I snatch my hand out of his. “Christian . . .” Words fail
me.
“Are you mad at me?”
“Yes. Of course I’m mad at you.” I seethe. “I mean,
what kind of responsible business executive makes
decisions based on who they are currently fucking?” I
blanch and glance nervously once more at Taylor who is
stoically ignoring us.
Shit. What a time to ha一ve a brain-to-mouth filter
malfunction. Anastasia! My subconscious glares at me.
Christian opens his mouth then closes it again and
scowls at me. I glare at him. The atmosphere in the car
plunges from warm with sweet reunion to frigid with
unspoken words and potential recriminations as we glower
at each other.
Fortunately, our uncomfortable car journey doesn’t last
long, and Taylor pulls up outside my apartment.
I scramble out of the car quickly, not waiting for
anyone to open the door.
anyone to open the door.
I hear Christian mutter to Taylor, “I think you’d better
wait here.”
I sense him standing close behind me as I struggle to
find the front door keys in my purse.
“Anastasia,” he says calmly as if I’m some cornered
wild animal.
I sigh and turn to face him. I am so mad at him, my
anger is palpable—a dark entity threatening to choke me.
“First, I ha一ven’t fucked you for a while—a l
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