says she helped him.
How?
I think of his scars, the stark physical embodiment of a
horrific childhood and a sickening reminder of what mental
scars he must bear. My sweet, sad Fifty Shades. He’s said
such loving things today. He’s crazy for me.
Staring at my reflection, I smile at the memory of his
words, my heart brimming once more, and my face
transforms with a ridiculous smile. Perhaps we can make
this work. But how long will he want to do this without
wanting to beat the crap out of me because I cross some
arbitrary line?
My smile dissolves. This is what I don’t know. This is
the shadow that hangs over us. Kinky fuckery, yes, I can
do that, but more?
My subconscious stares at me blankly, for once
offering no snarky words of wisdom. I head back to my
bedroom to dress.
Christian is downstairs getting ready, doing whatever
he’s doing, so I ha一ve the bedroom to myself. As well as all
the dresses in the closet, I ha一ve drawers full of new
underwear. I select a black bustier corset creation with a
price tag of five hundred forty dollars. It has silver trim like
filigree and the briefest of panties to match. Thigh-high
stockings, too, in a natural color, so fine, pure silk. Wow,
they feel . . . slinky . . . and kind of hot . . . yeah.
I am reaching for the dress when Christian enters
unannounced. Whoa, you could knock! He stands
immobilized, staring at me, gray eyes glimmering, hungrily.
I blush crimson everywhere, it feels. He is wearing a white
shirt and black suit pants, the neck of his shirt is open. I
can see the lipstick line still in place, and he’s still staring.
“Can I help you, Mr. Grey? I assume there is some
purpose to your visit other than to gawk mindlessly at me.”
“I am rather enjoying my mindless gawk, thank you,
Miss Steele,” he murmurs darkly, stepping further into the
room and drinking me in. “Remind me to send a personal
room and drinking me in. “Remind me to send a personal
note of thanks to Caroline Acton.”
I frown. Who the hell is she?
“The pers
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