at the foot of the king-size four-poster bed and
leads me by the hand into the main room where the fire is
burning brightly. It’s a welcome sight. I stand and warm
my hands while Christian fixes us both a drink.
“Armagnac?”
“Please.”
After a moment, he joins me by the fire and hands me
a crystal brandy glass.
“It’s been quite a day, huh?”
I nod and his gray eyes gaze at me searchingly,
concerned.
“I’m okay,” I whisper reassuringly. “How about you?”
“Well, right now I’d like to drink this and then, if
you’re not too tired, take you to bed and lose myself in
you.”
you.”
“I think that can be arranged, Mr. Taylor.” I smile
shyly at him as he shuffles out of his shoes and peels off his
socks.
“Mrs. Taylor, stop biting your lip,” he whispers.
I blush into my glass. The Armagnac is delicious,
lea一ving a burning warmth in its wake as it glides silkily
down my throat. When I glance up at Christian, he’s
sipping his brandy, watching me, his eyes dark—hungry.
“You never cease to amaze me, Anastasia. After a day
like today—or yesterday, rather—you’re not whining or
running off into the hills screaming. I am in awe of you.
You’re very strong.”
“You’re a very good reason to stay,” I murmur. “I told
you, Christian, I’m not going anywhere, no matter what
you’ve done. You know how I feel about you.”
His mouth twists as if he doub一ts my words, and his
brow creases as if what I’m saying is painful for him to
hear. Oh, Christian, what do I ha一ve to do to make you
realize how I feel?
realize how I feel?
Let him beat you, my subconscious sneers at me. I
scowl inwardly at her.
“Where are you going to hang José’s portraits of me?”
I try to lighten the mood.
“That depends.” His lips twitch. This is obviously a
much more palatable topic of conversation for him.
“On what?”
“Circumstances,” he says mysteriously. “His show’s
not over yet, so I don’t ha一ve to decide straight away.”
I cock my head to one side and narrow my eyes.
“You can look as sternly as you like, Mrs. Taylor. I’m
saying nothin
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