mb.
Out of the corner of my eye, Taylor steps backward
so he’s no longer in my line of sight. I reach up and kiss
Christian at the corner of his beautifully sculptured mouth.
“What you do to me, Christian.”
He steps back and takes my hand, his eyes darker
now, hooded. “Come,” he orders.
Taylor is still in the foyer, waiting discreetly for us.
“Good evening, Taylor,” Christian says cordially.
“Mr. Grey, Miss Steele.”
“I was Mrs. Taylor yesterday.” I grin at Taylor, who
flushes.
“That has a nice ring to it, Miss Steele,” Taylor says
matter-of-factly.
“I thought so, too.”
Christian tightens his hold on my hand, scowling. “If
you two ha一ve quite finished, I’d like a debrief.” He glares
at Taylor, who now looks uncomfortable, and I cringe
inwardly. I ha一ve overstepped the mark.
“Sorry,” I mouth at Taylor, who shrugs and smiles
kindly before I turn to follow Christian.
“I’ll be with you shortly. I just want a word with Miss
Steele,” Christian says to Taylor, and I know I’m in
trouble.
Christian leads me into his bedroom and closes the
door.
“Don’t flirt with the staff, Anastasia,” he scolds.
I open my mouth to defend myself—then close it again,
then open it. “I wasn’t flirting. I was being friendly—there
is a difference.”
“Don’t be friendly with the staff or flirt with them. I
don’t like it.”
Oh. Good-bye, carefree Christian. “I’m sorry,” I
mutter and stare down at my fingers. He hasn’t made me
feel like a child all day. Reaching down he cups my chin,
feel like a child all day. Reaching down he cups my chin,
pulling my head up to meet his eyes.
“You know how jealous I am,” he whispers.
“You ha一ve no reason to be jealous, Christian. You
own me body and soul.”
He blinks as if he’s finding this fact hard to process. He
leans down and kisses me quickly, but with none of the
passion we experienced a moment ago in the elevator.
“I won’t be long. Make yourself at home,” he says
sulkily and turns, lea一ving me standing in his bedroom,
dazed and confused.
Why on earth would he be j
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