ike it rough,
Christian, and I like it gentle, too. I like that it’s with you.”
He closes his eyes and hugs me even tighter.
Jeez, I’m tired.
“You never fail, Ana. You are beautiful, bright,
challenging, fun, sexy, and I thank divine providence every
day that it was you that came to interview me and not
Katherine Ka一vanagh.” He kisses my hair. I smile and yawn
against his chest. “I’m wearing you out,” he continues.
“Come. Bath, then bed.”
We are both in Christian’s bath, facing each other chindeep
in foam, the sweet scent of jasmine enveloping us.
Christian is massaging my feet, one at a time. It feels so
good it should be illegal.
“Can I ask you something?” I murmur.
“Of course. Anything, Ana, you know that.”
I take a deep breath and sit up, flinching only slightly.
“Tomorrow—when I go to work—can Sawyer just
deliver me to the front door of the office then pick me up
at the end of the day? Please, Christian. Please,” I plead.
His hands still as his brow creases. “I thought we
agreed,” he grumbles.
“Please,” I beg.
“What about lunchtime?”
“I’ll make myself something to take from here so I
don’t ha一ve to go out, please.”
He kisses my instep. “I find it very difficult to say no to
you,” he mutters as if he senses this is a failing on his part.
“You won’t go out?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
I beam at him. “Thank you.” I lean up onto my knees,
sloshing water everywhere, and kiss him.
“You’re most welcome, Miss Steele. How’s your
“You’re most welcome, Miss Steele. How’s your
behind?”
“Sore. But not too bad. The water is soothing.”
“I’m glad you told me to stop,” he says, gazing at me.
“So is my behind.”
He grins.
I stretch out in bed, so tired. It’s only ten thirty, but it feels
like three in the morning. This has to be one of the most
exhausting weekends of my life.
“Didn’t Ms. Acton provide any nightwear?” Christian
asks, his voice laced with disapproval as he stares down at
me.
“I ha一ve no idea. I like wearing your T-shirts,” I mumble
sleepily.
His face softens, and he leans over
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