again. I can hardly
believe my good fortune. I can’t quite believe that this man
is mine. He sits down beside me to put on his shoes.
“Captain, eh?” he says dryly. “Well, I am master of this
vessel.”
I cock my head to one side. “You are master of my
heart, Mr. Grey.” And my body . . . and my soul.
He shakes his head incredulously and bends to kiss
me. “I’ll be on deck. There’s a shower in the bathroom if
you want one. Do you need anything? A drink?” he asks
solicitously, and all I can do is grin at him. Is this the same
man? Is this the same Fifty?
“What?” he says, reacting to my stupid grin.
“You.”
“You.”
“What about me?”
“Who are you and what ha一ve you done with
Christian?”
He lips twitch with a sad smile.
“He’s not very far away, baby,” he says softly, and
there’s a touch of melancholy in his voice that makes me
instantly regret asking the question. But he shakes it off.
“You’ll see him soon enough”—he smirks at me
—“especially if you don’t get up.” Reaching over, he
smacks me hard on my behind so I yelp and laugh at the
same time.
“You had me worried.”
“Did I, now?” Christian’s brow creases. “You do give
off some mixed signals, Anastasia. How’s a man supposed
to keep up?” He leans down and kisses me again. “Laters,
baby,” he adds, and with a dazzling smile, he gets up and
lea一ves me to my scattered thoughts.
When I surface on deck, Mac is back on board, but he
disappears onto the upper deck as I open the saloon
doors. Christian is on his Blackberry. Talking to whom? I
wonder. He wanders over and pulls me close, kissing my
hair.
“Great news . . . good. Yeah . . . Really? The fire
escape stairwell? . . . I see . . . Yes, tonight.”
He hits the end button, and the sound of the engines
firing up startles me. Mac must be in the cockpit above.
“Time to head back,” Christian says, kissing me once
more as he straps me into my lifejacket.
The sun is low in the sky behind us as we make our way
back to the marina, and I reflect on a wonderful afternoon.
Under Christian’s c
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