laugh!
laugh!
“Yes.” I struggle to maintain my look of moral outrage.
“An arse?” Christian says again. This time his lips
twitch with a repressed smile.
“Don’t make me laugh when I am mad at you!” I
shout.
And he smiles, a dazzling, full-toothed, all-Americanboy
smile, and I can’t help it. I am grinning and laughing,
too. How could I not be affected by the joy I see in his
smile?
“Just because I ha一ve a stupid damn grin on my face
doesn’t mean I’m not mad as hell at you,” I mutter
breathlessly, trying to suppress my high-schoolcheerleader
giggling. Though I was never cheerleader—
the bitter thought crosses my mind.
He leans in, and I think he’s going to kiss me but he
doesn’t. He nuzzles my hair and inhales deeply.
“As ever, Miss Steele, you are unexpected.” He leans
back and gazes at me, his eyes dancing with humor. “So
are you going to invite me in, or am I to be sent packing
for exercising my democratic right as an American citizen,
entrepreneur, and consumer to purchase whatever I damn
well please?”
“Ha一ve you spoken to Dr. Flynn about this?”
He laughs. “Are you going to let me in or not,
Anastasia?”
I try for a grudging look—biting my lip helps—but I’m
smiling as I open the door. Christian turns and wa一ves to
Taylor, and the Audi pulls away.
It’s odd ha一ving Christian Grey in the apartment. The place
feels too small for him.
I am still mad at him—his stalking knows no bounds,
and it dawns on me that this is how he knew about the email
being monitored at SIP. He probably knows more
about SIP than I do. The thought is unsa一vory.
What can I do? Why does he ha一ve this need to keep
me safe? I am a grown-up—sort of—for hea一ven’s sake.
What can I do to reassure him?
I gaze at his beautiful face as he paces the room like a
caged predator, and my anger subsides. Seeing him here in
my space when I thought we were over is heartwarming.
More than heartwarming, I love him, and my heart swells
with a nervous, heady elation. He glances around,
assessing his surroundings.
“Nic
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