ent that he won’t
punish me, and he seems more comfortable with me, too.
He turns left, following the coast road, and eventually pulls
up in a parking lot opposite a vast marina.
“We’ll eat here. I’ll open your door,” he says in such a
way that I know it’s not wise to move, and I watch him
move around the car. Will this ever get old?
We stroll arm in arm to the waterfront where the marina
stretches out in front of us.
“So many boats,” I murmur in wonder. There are
hundreds of them in all shapes and sizes, bobbing up and
down on the calm, still waters of the marina. Out on the
Sound there are dozens of sails in the wind, wea一ving to
and fro, enjoying the fine weather. It’s a wholesome,
outdoorsy sight. The wind has picked up a little, so I pull
my jacket around me.
“Cold?” he asks and pulls me tightly against him.
“No, just admiring the view.”
“No, just admiring the view.”
“I could stare at it all day. Come, this way.”
Christian leads me into a large seafront bar and makes
his way to the counter. The décor is more New England
than West Coast—white-limed walls, pale blue furnishings,
and boating paraphernalia hanging everywhere. It’s a
bright, cheery place.
“Mr. Grey!” the barman greets Christian warmly.
“What can I get you this afternoon?”
“Dante, good afternoon.” Christian grins as we both
slip onto bar stools. “This lovely lady is Anastasia Steele.”
“Welcome to SP’s Place.” Dante gives me a friendly
smile. He’s black and beautiful, his dark eyes assessing me
and not finding me wanting, it seems. One large diamond
stud winks at me from his ear. I like him immediately.
“What would you like to drink, Anastasia?”
I glance at Christian, who regards me expectantly. Oh,
he’s going to let me choose.
“Please, call me Ana, and I’ll ha一ve whatever
Christian’s drinking.” I smile shyly at Dante. Fifty’s so
much better at wine than I am.
“I’m going to ha一ve a beer. This is the only bar in
Seattle where you can get Adnam’s Explorer.”
“A beer?”
“Yes.” He grins at me. “Two Explorer
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