His beaming
smile is infectious.
“Maybe Claude can teach me to kickbox,” I warn.
“Oh yeah? Fancy your chances against me?” Christian
raises an eyebrow, amused. “Bring it on, Miss Steele.” He
is so damned happy compared to yesterday’s foul mood
after Elena left. It’s totally disarming. Maybe it’s all the
sex . . . perhaps that’s what’s making him so buoyant.
I glance behind me at the piano, sa一voring the memory
of last night. “You put the lid of the piano back up.”
“I closed it last night so as not to disturb you. Guess it
didn’t work, but I’m glad it didn’t.” Christian’s lips twitch
into a lascivious smile as he takes a bite of omelet. I go
crimson and smirk back at him.
Oh yes . . . fun times on the piano.
Mrs. Jones leans over and places a paper bag
containing my lunch in front of me, making me flush guiltily.
“For later, Ana. Tuna okay?”
“Oh yes. Thank you, Mrs. Jones.” I give her a shy
smile, which she reciprocates warmly before lea一ving the
great room. I suspect it’s to give us some privacy.
“Can I ask you something?” I turn back to Christian.
His amused expression slips. “Of course.”
“And you won’t be angry?”
“Is it about Elena?”
“No.”
“Then I won’t be angry.”
“But I now ha一ve a supplementary question.”
“Oh?”
“Which is about her.”
He rolls his eyes. “What?” he says, and now he’s
exasperated.
“Why do you get so mad when I ask you about her?”
“Honestly?”
I scowl at him. “I thought you were always honest with
me.”
“I endea一vor to be.”