and kisses my
forehead.
“I need to work. But I don’t want to lea一ve you alone.
Can I use your laptop to log in to the office? Will I disturb
you if I work from here?”
“S’not my laptop.” I drift.
The alarm clicks on, startling me awake with the traffic
news. Christian is still asleep beside me. Rubbing my eyes,
I glance at the clock. Six thirty—too early.
It’s raining outside for the first time in ages, and the
light is muted and mellow. I’m cozy and comfortable in this
vast modern monolith with Christian at my side. I stretch
vast modern monolith with Christian at my side. I stretch
and turn to the delicious man beside me. His eyes spring
open and he blinks sleepily.
“Good morning.” I smile and caress his face, leaning
down to kiss him.
“Good morning, baby. I usually wake before the alarm
goes off,” he murmurs in wonder.
“It’s set so early.”
“That it is, Miss Steele.” Christian grins. “I ha一ve to get
up.” He kisses me, and then he’s up and out of bed. I flop
back against the pillows. Wow, waking up on a school
day next to Christian Grey. How did this all happen? I
close my eyes and doze.
“Come on, sleepyhead, get up.” Christian leans over
me. He’s sha一ved, clean, fresh—Hmm, he smells so
good—in a crisp white shirt and black suit, no tie—the
CEO is back. Holy Moses, he looks good like this, too.
“What?” he asks.
“I wish you’d come back to bed.”
His lips part, surprised by my come-on, and he smiles
almost shyly. “You are insatiable, Miss Steele. As much as
that idea appeals, I ha一ve an eight thirty meeting, so I ha一ve
to go shortly.”
Oh, I’ve slept for another hour or so. Shit. I leap out
of bed, much to Christian’s amusement.
I shower and dress quickly, wearing the clothes I set out
yesterday: a fitted, gray pencil skirt; pale-gray silk shirt;
and high-heeled black pumps, all care of my new
and high-heeled black pumps, all care of my new
wardrobe. I brush my hair and carefully put it up, then
wander out to the great room, not really knowing what to
expect. How am I g
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