body is his . . . he knows it
better than I do.
I reach up, and he flinches ever so slightly but stays
still. Grasping the corner of his bow tie, I pull so it
unra一vels, revealing the top button of his shirt. Gently I undo
it.
“You look hot like this,” I whisper. Actually he looks
hot all the time, but really hot like this.
He smirks at me. “I need to get you home. Come.”
At the car, Sawyer hands Christian an envelope. He
frowns at it and glances at me as Taylor ushers me into the
car. Taylor looks relieved for some reason. Christian
climbs in and hands me the envelope, unopened, as Taylor
and Sawyer take their seats in the front.
“It’s addressed to you. One of the staff ga一ve it to
Sawyer. No doub一t from yet another ensnared heart.”
Christian’s mouth twists. It’s obvious this is an unpleasant
concept to him.
I stare at the note. Who is this from? Ripping it open, I
read it quickly in the dim light. Holy shit, it’s from her!
Why won’t she lea一ve me alone?
Fuck, she’s signed it Mrs. Robinson! He told her. The
bastard.
“You told her?”
“Told who, what?”
“That I call her Mrs. Robinson,” I snap.
“It’s from Elena?” Christian is shocked. “This is
ridiculous,” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair,
and I can tell he’s irritated. “I’ll deal with her tomorrow.
Or Monday,” he mutters bitterly.
And though I’m ashamed to admit it, a very small part
of me is pleased. My subconscious nods sagely. Elena is
pissing him off, and this can only be good—surely. I
decide to say nothing for now but stash her note in my
bag, and in a gesture guaranteed to lighten his mood, I
hand him back the balls.
“Until next time,” I murmur.
He glances at me, and it’s hard to see his face in the
dark, but I think he’s smirking. He reaches for my hand
and squeezes it.
I gaze out of the window into the darkness, reflecting
on this long day. I’ve learned so much about him, gleaned
so many missing details—the salons, the road map, his
childhood—but there’s still so much more to discover.
And what abo
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