he peers at it.
He has a proposition? What now? A couple of
scenarios run through my mind: kidnap, working for him.
No, nothing makes sense. Christian finishes paying.
“Come. Taylor’s outside.”
We stand and he takes my hand.
“I don’t want to lose you, Anastasia.” He kisses my
knuckles tenderly, and the touch of his lips on my skin
resonates throughout my body.
Outside the Audi is waiting. Christian opens my door.
Climbing in, I sink into the plush leather. He heads to the
driver’s side, Taylor steps out of the car and they talk
briefly. This isn’t their usual protocol. I’m curious. What
are they talking about? Moments later, they both climb in,
and I glance at Christian who’s wearing his impassive face
as he stares ahead.
I allow myself a brief moment to examine his godlike
profile: straight nose, sculptured full lips, hair falling
deliciously over his forehead. This divine man is surely not
meant for me.
Soft music suddenly fills the rear of the car, an
orchestral piece that I don’t know, and Taylor pulls into
the light traffic, heading for the I-5 and Seattle.
Christian shifts to face me. “As I was saying,
Anastasia, I ha一ve a proposition for you.”
I glance nervously at Taylor.
“Taylor can’t hear you,” Christian reassures me.
“How?”
“Taylor,” Christian calls. Taylor doesn’t respond. He
calls again, still no response. Christian leans over and taps
his shoulder. Taylor removes an ear bud I hadn’t noticed.
“Yes, sir?”
“Thank you, Taylor. It’s okay; resume your listening.”
“Sir.”
“Happy now? He’s listening to his iPod. Puccini.
Forget he’s here. I do.”
“Did you deliberately ask him to do that?”
“Yes.”
Oh. “Okay, your proposition?”
Christian looks suddenly determined and businesslike.
Holy shit. We’re negotiating a deal. I listen attentively.
“Let me ask you something first. Do you want a regular
vanilla relationship with no kinky fuckery at all?”
My mouth drops open. “Kinky fuckery?” I squeak.
“Kinky fuckery.”
“I can’t believe you said that.” I glance nervously at
Tay
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