him as a trainer.”
“Why would I need a personal trainer? I ha一ve you to
keep me fit.” I smirk at him.
He saunters over and wraps his arms around me, his
darkening eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
“But I want you fit, baby, for what I ha一ve in mind. I’ll
need you to keep up.”
I flush as memories of the playroom flood my mind.
Yes . . . the Red Room of Pain is exhausting. Is he going
to let me back in there? Do I want to go back in?
Of course you do! My inner goddess screams at me
from her chaise longue.
I stare into his unfathomable, mesmerizing gray eyes.
“You know you want to,” he mouths at me.
“You know you want to,” he mouths at me.
I flush, and the undesirable thought that Leila could
probably keep up slithers invidious and unwelcome into
my mind. I press my lips together and Christian frowns at
me.
“What?” he asks, concerned.
“Nothing.” I shake my head at him. “Okay, I’ll meet
Claude.”
“You will?” Christian’s face lights up in astounded
disbelief. His expression makes me smile He looks like
he’s won the lottery, though Christian’s probably never
even bought a ticket—he has no need.
“Yes, jeez—if it makes you that happy,” I scoff.
He tightens his arms around me and kisses my cheek.
“You ha一ve no idea,” he whispers. “So—what would you
like to do today?” He nuzzles me, sending delicious tingles
through my body.
“I’d like to get my hair cut, and um . . . I need to bank
a check and buy a car.”
“Ah,” he says knowingly and bites his lip. Taking one
hand off me, he reaches into his jeans pocket and holds up
the key to my little Audi.
“It’s here,” he says quietly, his expression uncertain.
“What do you mean, it’s here?” Boy. I sound angry.
Crap. I am angry. My subconscious glares at him. How
dare he!
“Taylor brought it back yesterday.”
I open my mouth then close it and repeat the process
twice, but I ha一ve been rendered speechless. He’s giving
me back the car. Double crap. Why didn’t I foresee this?
Well, two can play at that game. I fish in the back pocket
of my jeans
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