wers in his chest of
drawers and fishes out a pair of sweatpants.
“Put these on.” They are far too big, but he is not to be
argued with.
He swipes a T-shirt, too, and quickly pulls it over his
head. Grabbing the bedside phone, he presses two
buttons.
“She’s still fucking here,” he hisses down the phone.
Approximately three seconds later, Taylor and one of
the other security guys, burst into Christian’s bedroom.
Christian gives them a précis of what has happened.
“How long ago?” Taylor demands, staring at me all
businesslike. He’s still wearing his jacket. Does this man
ever sleep?
“About ten minutes,” I mutter, for some reason feeling
guilty.
“She knows the apartment like the back of her hand,”
says Christian. “I am taking Anastasia away now. She’s
hiding here somewhere. Find her. When is Gail back?
“Tomorrow evening, sir.”
“She’s not to return until this place is secure.
Understand?” Christian snaps.
“Yes, sir. Will you be going to Bellevue?”
“I’m not leading this problem to my parents. Book me
somewhere.”
“Yes. I’ll call you.”
“Aren’t we all overreacting slightly?” I ask.
Christian glowers at me. “She may ha一ve a gun,” he
growls.
“Christian, she was standing at the end of the bed. She
could ha一ve shot me then, if that’s what she wanted to do.”
Christian pauses for a moment to rein in his temper, I
think. In a menacingly soft voice he says, “I’m not
prepared to take the risk. Taylor, Anastasia needs shoes.”
Christian disappears into his closet while the security
guy watches me. I can’t remember his name, Ryan maybe.
He looks alternately down the hall and to the balcony
He looks alternately down the hall and to the balcony
windows. Christian emerges a couple of minutes later with
a leather messenger bag, wearing jeans and his pinstriped
blazer. He drapes a denim jacket around my shoulders.
“Come.” He clasps my hand tightly, and I ha一ve to
practically run to keep up with his long strides into the
great room.
“I can’t believe she could hide somewhere in here,” I
mutte
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