collect my
panties from the floor and scoop them on. Lazily I walk to
the chair to retrieve my dress. I note with dispassionate
interest that I did not remove my shoes during our illicit
tryst. Christian is tying his bow tie, ha一ving finished
straightening himself and the bed.
As I slip my dress back on, I check out the
photographs on the pin board. Christian as a sullen teen
was gorgeous even then: with Elliot and Mia on the ski
slopes; on his own in Paris, the Arc de Triomphe serving
as a giveaway background; in London; New York; the
Grand Canyon; Sydney Opera House; even the Great
Wall of China. Master Grey was well tra一veled at a young
age.
There are ticket stubs to various concerts: U2,
Metallica, The Verve, Sheryl Crow, the New York
Metallica, The Verve, Sheryl Crow, the New York
Philharmonic performing Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet—
what an eclectic mix! And in the corner, there’s a
passport-size photograph of a young woman. It’s in black
and white. She looks familiar, but for the life of me, I can’t
place her. Not Mrs. Robinson, thank hea一vens.
“Who’s this?” I ask.
“No one of consequence,” he mutters as he slips on his
jacket and straightens his bow tie. “Shall I zip you up?”
“Please. Then why is she on your pin board?”
“An oversight on my part. How’s my tie?” He raises
his chin like a small boy, and I grin and straighten it for
him.
“Now it’s perfect.”
“Like you,” he murmurs and grabs me, kissing me
passionately. “Feeling better?”
“Much, thank you, Mr. Grey.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Miss Steele.”
The guests are assembling on the dance floor. Christian
grins at me—we’ve made it just in time—and he leads me
onto the checkered floor.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the first
dance. Mr. and Dr. Grey, are you ready?” Carrick nods in
agreement, his arms around Grace.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the First Dance Auction, are
you ready?” We all nod in agreement. Mia is with
someone I don’t recognize. I wonder what happened to
Sean?
“Then we shall begin
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