I narrow my eyes at him. “That sounds like a very
evasive answer.”
“I am always honest with you, Ana. I don’t want to
play games. Well, not those sorts of games,” he qualifies,
as his eyes heat.
“What sort of games do you want to play?”
He inclines his head to one side and smirks at me.
“Miss Steele, you are so easily distracted.”
I giggle. He’s right. “Mr. Grey, you are distracting on
so many levels.” I gaze at his dancing gray eyes alight with
humor.
“My fa一vorite sound in the whole world is your giggle,
Anastasia. Now—what was your original question?” he
asks smoothly, and I think he’s laughing at me. I try to
twist my mouth to show my displeasure, but I like playful
Fifty—he’s fun. I love some early morning banter. I frown,
trying to recall my question.
“Oh yes. You only saw your subs on the weekends?”
“Yes, that’s correct,” he says regarding me nervously.
I grin at him. “So, no sex during the week.”
He laughs. “Oh, that’s where we’re going with this.”
He looks vaguely relieved. “Why do you think I work out
He looks vaguely relieved. “Why do you think I work out
every weekday?” Now he really is laughing at me, but I
don’t care. I want to hug myself with glee. Another first—
well, several firsts.
“You look very pleased with yourself, Miss Steele.”
“I am, Mr. Grey.”
“You should be.” He grins. “Now eat your breakfast.”
Oh, bossy Fifty . . . he’s never far away.
We are in the back of the Audi. Taylor is driving with the
intention of dropping me off at work, then Christian.
Sawyer is riding shotgun.
“Didn’t you say your roommate’s brother was arriving
today?” Christian asks, almost casually, his voice and
expression giving nothing away.
“Oh, Ethan,” I gasp. “I forgot. Oh Christian, thank you
for reminding me. I’ll ha一ve to go back to the apartment.”
His face falls. “What time?”
“I’m not sure what time he’s arriving.”
“I don’t want you going anywhere on your own,” he
says sharply.
“I know,” I mutter and resist rolling my eyes at Mr.
Over-Reaction. “Will Sawyer be spyi
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