tay with me a moment. Taylor wants us to wait while
the crowd disperses.”
Oh.
“I think that firework display probably aged him a
hundred years,” he adds.
“Doesn’t he like fireworks?”
Christian gazes down at me fondly and shakes his head
but doesn’t elaborate.
“So, Aspen,” he says, and I know he’s trying to
distract me from something. It works.
“Oh . . . I ha一ven’t paid for my bid,” I gasp.
“You can send a check. I ha一ve the address.”
“You were really mad.”
“Yes, I was.”
I grin. “I blame you and your toys.”
I grin. “I blame you and your toys.”
“You were quite overcome, Miss Steele. A most
satisfactory outcome if I recall.” He smiles salaciously.
“Incidentally, where are they?”
“The silver balls? In my bag.”
“I’d like them back.” He smirks down at me. “They
are far too potent a device to be left in your innocent
hands.”
“Worried I might be quite overcome again, maybe with
somebody else?”
His eyes glitter dangerously. “I hope that’s not going to
happen,” he says, a cool edge to his voice. “But no, Ana. I
want all your pleasure.”
Whoa. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Implicitly. Now, can I ha一ve them back?”
“I’ll think about it.”
He narrows his eyes at me.
There’s music once more from the dance floor but it’s
a DJ playing a thumping dance number, the bass pounding
out a relentless beat.
“Do you want to dance?”
“I’m really tired, Christian. I’d like to go, if that’s
okay.”
Christian glances at Taylor, who nods, and we set off
toward the house, following a couple of drunken guests.
I’m grateful when Christian takes my hand—my feet are
aching from the dizzying height and tight confinement of my
shoes.
Mia comes bounding up to us. “You’re not going, are
you? The real music’s just beginning. Come on, Ana.” She
grabs my hand.
“Mia,” Christian admonishes her. “Anastasia’s tired.
We’re going home. Besides, we ha一ve a big day
tomorrow.”
We do?
Mia pouts but surprisingly doesn’t push Christian.
“You must come by sometime next week. Maybe we
can hit the mall?”
“Sure, Mia.” I grin, though i
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