nner goddess, my subconscious, and I
all gape at Fifty in shock.
Jeez, three little words. My world stands still, tilts, then
spins on a new axis; and I sa一vor the moment, gazing into
his sincere, beautiful gray eyes.
“I love you, too, Christian.” I lean over and kiss him,
and the kiss deepens.
Entering unseen, Taylor clears his throat. Christian pulls
back, gazing intently at me. He stands, his arm around my
waist.
“Yes?” he snaps at Taylor.
“Mrs. Lincoln is on her way up, sir.”
“What?”
Taylor shrugs apologetically. Christian sighs hea一vily
and shakes his head.
“Well, this should be interesting,” he mutters and gives
“Well, this should be interesting,” he mutters and gives
me a crooked grin of resignation.
Fuck! Why can’t that damned woman lea一ve us alone?
“Yes.”
“What did you say?”
“I said that you didn’t want to see her, and that I
understood your reasons why. I also told her that I didn’t
appreciate her going behind my back.” His gaze is
impassive, giving nothing away.
Oh, good. “What did she say?”
“She brushed it off in a way that only Elena can.” His
mouth flattens to a crooked line.
“Why do you think she’s here?”
“I ha一ve no idea.” Christian shrugs.
Taylor enters the great room again. “Mrs. Lincoln,” he
announces.
And here she is . . . Why is she so damned attractive?
She’s dressed entirely in black: tight jeans, a shirt that
emphasizes her perfect figure, and a halo of bright, glossy
hair.
Christian pulls me close. “Elena,” he says, his tone
puzzled.
She gapes at me in shock, frozen to the spot. She
blinks before finding her soft voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t
realize you had company, Christian. It’s Monday,” she
says as if this explains why she’s here.
“Girlfriend,” he says by way of explanation and tilts his
head to one side and smirks.
She smiles, a slow, beaming smile directed entirely at
him. It’s unnerving.
“Of course. Hello, Anastasia. I didn’t know you’d be
here. I know you don’t want to talk to me. I accept that.”
“Do you?” I assert quietly, gazing at
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