me as she puts out two plates of hot food
for us. Mmm, it smells delicious—coq au vin, if I am not
mistaken. I am famished.
“Enjoy, Mr. Grey, Ana,” she says and lea一ves us to it.
Christian fetches a bottle of white wine from the fridge,
and as we sit and eat, he tells me about how much nearer
he’s getting to perfecting a solar-powered mobile phone.
He’s animated and excited about the whole project, and I
He’s animated and excited about the whole project, and I
know then that he hasn’t had an entirely shitty day.
I ask him about his properties. He smirks, and it turns
out he only has the apartment in New York and Aspen,
and Escala. Nothing else. When we’re done, I collect his
plate and mine and take them to sink.
“Lea一ve that. Gail will do it,” he says. I turn and gaze at
him, and he’s watching me intently. Will I ever get used to
ha一ving someone clean up after me?
“Well, now that you are more docile, Miss Steele, shall
we talk about today?”
“I think you’re the one who’s more docile. I think I’m
doing a good job in taming you.”
“Taming me?” he snorts, amused. When I nod, he
frowns as if reflecting on my words. “Yes. Maybe you are,
Anastasia.”
“You were right about Jack,” I murmur, serious now,
and I lean across the kitchen island gauging his reaction.
Christian’s face falls and his eyes harden.
“Has he tried anything?” he whispers, his voice deathly
cold.
I shake my head to reassure him. “No, and he won’t,
Christian. I told him today that I’m your girlfriend, and he
backed right off.”
“You’re sure? I could fire the fucker.” Christian
scowls.
I sigh, emboldened by my glass of wine. “You really
ha一ve to let me fight my own battles. You can’t constantly
second-guess me and try to protect me. It’s stifling,
Christian. I’ll never flourish with your incessant
Christian. I’ll never flourish with your incessant
interference. I need some freedom. I wouldn’t dream of
meddling in your affairs.”
He blinks at me. “I only want you safe, Anastasia. If
anything happened to you, I—”
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