lobby door and waits while I dig
my keys out of my purse. As I unlock the door, he leans
forward and cups my chin, tilting my head back. His mouth
hovers over mine, and closing his eyes, he runs a trail of
kisses from the corner of my eye to the corner of my
mouth.
A small moan escapes my mouth as my insides melt
and unfurl.
“Until tomorrow,” he breathes.
“Goodnight, Christian,” I whisper, and I hear the need
in my voice.
He smiles.
“In you go,” he orders, and I walk through the lobby
carrying my mysterious parcel.
“Laters, baby,” he calls, then turns and with his easy
grace, heads back to the car.
Once in the apartment, I open the gift box and find my
MacBook Pro laptop, the Blackberry, and another
rectangular box. What is this? I unwrap the silver paper.
Inside is a black, slim, leather case.
Opening the case, I find an iPad. Holy shit . . . an
iPad. A white card is resting on the screen with a message
written in Christian’s handwriting:
Holy cow. I ha一ve a Christian Grey mix-tape in the
guise of a high-end iPad. I shake my head in disapproval
because of the expense, but deep down I love it. Jack at
the office has one, so I know how they work.
I switch it on and gasp as the wallpaper image appears:
a small model glider. Oh my. It’s the Blanik L23 I ga一ve
him, mounted on a glass stand and sitting on what I think is
Christian’s desk at his office. I gape at it.
He built it! He really did build it. I remember now he
mentioned it in the note with the flowers. I’m reeling, and I
know in that instant that he’s put a great deal of thought
into this gift.
I slide the arrow at the bottom of the screen to unlock
I slide the arrow at the bottom of the screen to unlock
it and gasp again. The background photograph is of
Christian and me at my graduation in the marquee. It’s the
one that appeared in the Seattle Times. Christian looks so
handsome and I can’t help my face-splitting grin, as my
inner goddess curls up hugging herself on her chaise longue
—Yes, and he’s mine!
With
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