ber
that.”
I cannot contain my gasp of horror. Holy mother fuck.
Bile rises in my throat.
“That’s pretty fucked-up,” I whisper.
“Fifty shades,” he murmurs.
I turn my head and press my lips against his neck,
seeking and offering solace as I imagine a small, dirty,
gray-eyed boy lost and lonely beside the body of his dead
mother.
Oh, Christian. I breathe in his scent. He smells
hea一venly, my fa一vorite fragrance in the entire world. He
tightens his arms around me and kisses my hair, and I sit
wrapped in his embrace as Taylor speeds into the night.
When I wake, we’re driving through Seattle.
When I wake, we’re driving through Seattle.
“Hey,” Christian says softly.
“Sorry,” I murmur as I sit up, blinking and stretching. I
am still in his arms, on his lap.
“I could watch you sleep forever, Ana.”
“Did I say anything?”
“No. We’re nearly at your place.”
Oh? “We’re not going to yours?”
“No.”
I sit up and gaze at him. “Why not?”
“Because you ha一ve work tomorrow.”
“Oh.” I pout.
He smirks at me. “Why, did you ha一ve something in
mind?”
I flush. “Well, maybe.”
He chuckles. “Anastasia, I am not going to touch you
again, not until you beg me to.”
“What!”
“So that you’ll start communicating with me. Next time
we make love, you’re going to ha一ve to tell me exactly what
you want in fine detail.”
“Oh.” He shifts me off his lap as Taylor pulls up
outside my apartment. Christian climbs out and holds the
car door open for me.
“I ha一ve something for you.” He moves to the back of
the car, opens the trunk, and pulls out a large gift-wrapped
box. What the hell is this?
“Open it when you get inside.”
“You’re not coming in?”
“No, Anastasia.”
“No, Anastasia.”
“So when will I see you?”
“Tomorrow.”
“My boss wants me to go for a drink with him
tomorrow.”
Christian’s face hardens. “Does he, now?” His voice is
laced with latent menace.
“To celebrate my first week,” I add quickly.
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”
“I could pick you up from there.”
“Okay . . . I’ll e-mail or text you.”
“Good.”
He walks me to the
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