lances over his shoulder at the alarm
clock. “This is all a little deep for so early in the morning,”
he mutters.
“I ha一ve made a vow to get to know you better.”
“Did you now, Miss Steele? I thought you wanted to
know if I preferred coffee or tea.” He smirks. “Anyway, I
can think of one way you can get to know me.” He pushes
his hips suggestively against me.
“I think I know you quite well enough that way.” My
voice is haughty and scolding, and it makes him smile more
broadly.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get to know you well enough
that way,” he murmurs. “There are definite advantages to
waking up beside you.” His voice is soft and bonemeltingly
seductive.
“Don’t you ha一ve to get up?” My voice is low and
husky. Jeez, what he does to me . . .
“Not this morning. Only one place I want to be up right
“Not this morning. Only one place I want to be up right
now, Miss Steele.” And his eyes sparkle salaciously.
“Christian!” I gasp, shocked. He shifts suddenly so that
he’s on top of me, pressing me into the bed. Grabbing my
hands, he pulls them up above my head and begins to kiss
my throat.
“Oh, Miss Steele.” He smiles against my skin, sending
delicious tingles through me, as his hand tra一vels down my
body and starts to slowly hitch up my satin nightdress.
“Oh, what I’d like to do to you,” he murmurs.
And I am lost, interrogation over.
Mrs. Jones sets down my breakfast of pancakes and
bacon, and for Christian an omelet and bacon. We sit side
by side at the bar in a comfortable silence.
“When am I going to meet your trainer, Claude, and
put him through his paces?” I ask. Christian glances down
at me, grinning.
“Depends if you want to go to New York this
weekend or not—unless you’d like to see him early one
morning this week. I’ll ask Andrea to check on his
schedule and come back to you.”
“Andrea?”
“My PA.”
Oh yes. “One of your many blondes,” I tease him.
“She’s not mine. She works for me. You’re mine.”
“I work for you,” I mutter sourly.
He grins as if he’s forgotten. “So you do.”
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