schoolboy is back.
“Where to now?”
“You really want your hair cut?”
“Yes, look at it.”
“You look lovely to me. You always do.”
I blush and stare down at my fingers knotted in my lap.
“And there’s your father’s function this evening.”
“Remember, it’s black tie.”
Oh Jeez. “Where is it?”
“At my parents’ house. They ha一ve a marquee. You
know, the works.”
“What’s the charity?”
Christian rubs his hands down his thighs, looking
Christian rubs his hands down his thighs, looking
uncomfortable.
“It’s a drug rehab program for parents with young kids
called Coping Together.”
“Sounds like a good cause,” I say softly.
“Come, let’s go.” He stands, effectively halting that
topic of conversation and holds out his hand. As I take it,
he tightens his fingers around mine.
It’s strange. He’s so demonstrative in some ways and
yet so closed in others. He leads me out of the restaurant,
and we walk down the street. It is a lovely, mild morning.
The sun is shining, and the air smells of coffee and freshly
baked bread.
“Where are we going?”
“Surprise.”
Oh, okay. I don’t really like surprises.
We walk for two blocks, and the stores become
decidedly more exclusive. I ha一ven’t yet had an opportunity
to explore, but this really is just around the corner from
where I live. Kate will be pleased. There are plenty of
small boutiques to feed her fashion passion. Actually, I
need to buy some floaty skirts for work.
Christian stops outside a large, slick-looking beauty
salon and opens the door for me. It’s called Escla一va. The
interior is all white and leather. At the stark white reception
desk sits a young blond woman in a crisp white uniform.
She glances up as we enter.
“Good morning, Mr. Grey,” she says brightly, color
rising in her cheeks as she bats her eyelashes at him. It’s
the Grey effect, but she knows him! How?
“Hello Greta.”
And he knows her. What is this?
“Is this the usual, sir?” she asks politely. She’s wearing
very pink lipstick.
“No,” he says quickly, with a nervous glance at me.
The us
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