was funny, when you thought I meant this room was my
playroom.” He grins down at me his snit-fit forgotten.
Thank hea一vens he’s recovered his good mood.
“I’m glad you find me amusing, Mr. Grey,” I respond
haughtily.
“That you are, Miss Steele—when you’re not being
exasperating, of course.”
“I’m usually exasperating when you’re being
unreasonable.”
“Me? Unreasonable?”
“Yes, Mr. Grey. Unreasonable could be your middle
name.”
“I don’t ha一ve a middle name.”
“Unreasonable would suit then.”
“I think that’s a matter of opinion, Miss Steele.”
“I would be interested in Dr. Flynn’s professional
opinion.”
Christian smirks.
“I thought Trevelyan was your middle name.”
“No. Surname.”
“But you don’t use it.”
“It’s too long. Come,” he commands. I follow him out
of the TV room through the great room to the main
corridor past the utility room and an impressive wine cellar
and into Taylor’s own large, well-equipped office. Taylor
stands when we enter. There’s room in here for a meeting
table that seats six. Above one desk is a bank of monitors.
table that seats six. Above one desk is a bank of monitors.
I had no idea the apartment had CCTV. It appears to
monitor the balcony, stairwell, service elevator, and foyer.
“Hi, Taylor. I’m just giving Anastasia a tour.”
Taylor nods but doesn’t smile. I wonder if he’s been
told off, too, and why is he still working? When I smile at
him, he nods politely. Christian grabs my hand once more
and leads me to the library.
“And, of course, you’ve been in here.” Christian opens
the door. I spy the green baize of the billiard table.
“Shall we play?” I ask. Christian smiles, surprised.
“Okay. Ha一ve you played before?”
“A few times,” I lie, and he narrows his eyes, cocking
his head to one side.
“You’re a hopeless liar, Anastasia. Either you’ve never
played before or—”
I lick my lips. “Frightened of a little competition?”
“Frightened of a little girl like you?” Christian scoffs
good-naturedly.
“A wager, Mr. Grey.”
“A wager, Mr. Grey.”
“You’re that confide
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