We glare at each other.
Okay, I can see this will end in a fight if I don’t tell him.
“She’s threatening to come after me if I hurt you again—
probably with a whip,” I snap at him.
Relief flashes across his face, his mouth softening with
humor. “Surely the irony of that isn’t lost on you?” he says,
and I can tell he’s trying hard to stifle his amusement.
“This isn’t funny, Christian!”
“No, you’re right. I’ll talk to her.” He adopts his
serious face, though he’s still suppressing his amusement.
“You will do no such thing.” I fold my arms, my anger
spiking again.
He blinks at me, surprised by my outburst.
“Look, I know you’re tied up with her financially,
forgive the pun, but—” I stop. What am I asking him to
do? Give her up? Stop seeing her? Can I do that? “I need
the restroom.” I glare up at him, my mouth set in a grim
line.
He sighs and cocks his head to one side. Could he
look any hotter? Is it the mask or just him?
“Please don’t be mad. I didn’t know she was here.
She said she wasn’t coming.” His tone is placating as if
he’s talking to a child. Reaching up he runs his thumb along
my pouting bottom lip. “Don’t let Elena ruin our evening,
please, Anastasia. She’s really old news.”
Old being the operative word, I think uncharitably, as
he tips my chin up and gently grazes his lips against mine. I
sigh in agreement, blinking up at him. He straightens and
takes my elbow.
“I’ll accompany you to the powder room so you don’t
get interrupted again.”
He leads me across the lawn toward the luxurious
temporary restrooms. Mia said they had been delivered
for the occasion, but I had no idea they came in deluxe
versions.
“I’ll wait here for you, baby,” he murmurs.
When I come out, my mood has moderated. I ha一ve
decided not to let Mrs. Robinson blight my evening
because that’s probably what she wants. Christian is on
the phone some distance away and out of earshot of the
few people laughing and chatting nearby. As I get closer, I
can hear him. He’s very terse.
“Why did you chang
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