. Take it away, Sam!”
A young man strolls onto the stage amid warm
applause, turns to the band behind him and snaps his
fingers. The familiar strains of “I’ve Got You Under My
Skin” fill the air.
Christian smiles down at me, takes me in his arms, and
starts to move. Oh, he dances so well, making it easy to
follow. We grin at each other like idiots as he whirls me
around the dance floor.
“I love this song,” Christian murmurs, gazing down at
me. “Seems very fitting.” He’s no longer grinning, but
serious.
“You’re under my skin, too,” I respond. “Or you were
in your bedroom.”
He purses his lips but he’s unable to hide his
amusement.
“Miss Steele,” he admonishes me teasingly, “I had no
idea you could be so crude.”
“Mr. Grey, neither did I. I think it’s all my recent
experiences. They’ve been an education.”
“For both of us.” Christian is serious again, and it could
just be the two of us and the band. We are in our own
private bubble.
As the song finishes we both applaud. Sam the singer
bows graciously and introduces his band.
“May I cut in?”
I recognize the man who bid on me at the auction.
Christian grudgingly lets me go, but he’s amused, too.
“Be my guest. Anastasia, this is John Flynn. John,
Anastasia.”
Shit!
Christian smirks at me and wanders off to one side of
the dance floor.
“How do you do, Anastasia?” Dr. Flynn says
smoothly, and I realize he’s British.
“Hello,” I stutter.
The band strikes up another song, and Dr. Flynn pulls
me into his arms. He’s much younger than I imagined,
though I can’t see his face. He’s wearing a mask similar to
Christian’s. He’s tall, but not as tall as Christian, and he
doesn’t move with Christian’s easy grace.
What do I say to him? Why is Christian so fucked-up?
Why did he bid on me? It’s the only thing I want to ask
him, but somehow that seems rude.
“I’m glad to finally meet you, Anastasia. Are you
enjoying yourself?” he asks.
“I was,” I whisper.
“Oh. I hope I’m not responsible for your change of
heart.” He gives me a brief, warm smile
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