Jack cocks his head to one side as he leans in toward
me, invading my personal space—again.
“You’re being very coy, Ana.”
“Well, he’s in telecommunications, manufacturing, and
agriculture.”
Jack raises his eyebrows. “So many things. Who does
he work for?”
“He works for himself. If you’re happy with the
document, I’d like to go, if that’s okay?”
He leans back. My personal space is safe again.
“Of course. Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you,” he says
disingenuously.
“What time does the building close?”
“Security is here until eleven.”
“Good.” I smile, and my subconscious flops down in
her armchair, relieved to know that we are not alone in the
building. Switching off my computer, I grab my purse and
stand up, ready to lea一ve.
stand up, ready to lea一ve.
“You like him then? Your boyfriend?”
“I love him,” I answer, looking Jack squarely in the
eye.
“I see.” Jack frowns and he stands up from my desk.
“What’s his surname?”
I flush.
“Grey. Christian Grey,” I mumble.
Jack’s mouth drops open. “Seattle’s richest bachelor?
That Christian Grey?”
“Yes. The same.” Yes, that Christian Grey, your future
boss who will ha一ve you for breakfast if you invade my
personal space again.
“I thought he looked familiar,” Jack says darkly and his
brow creases again. “Well, he’s a lucky man.”
I blink at him. What do I say to that?
“Ha一ve a good evening, Ana.” Jack smiles, but the smile
doesn’t touch his eyes, and he walks stiffly back into his
office without a backward glance.
I let out a long sigh of relief. Well, that problem might
be solved. Fifty works his magic again. Just his name is my
talisman, and it has this man retreating with his tail between
his legs. I allow myself a small victorious smile. You see,
Christian? Even your name protects me—you didn’t
ha一ve to go to all that trouble of clamping down on
expenses. I tidy my desk and check my watch. Christian
should be outside.
The Audi is parked up against the sidewalk, and
Taylor leaps out to open the rear passenger door. I ha一ve
never bee
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