is eyes are suddenly wary, but
oddly, he looks relieved, too.
“Who was that?” I ask.
“You really want to know?” he asks quietly.
And, I know. I shake my head and stare out my
window at the gray Seattle day, feeling forlorn. Why can’t
she lea一ve him alone?
“Hey.” He reaches for my hand and kisses each of my
knuckles in turn, and suddenly he’s sucking my little finger,
hard. Then biting it softly.
Whoa! He has a hotline to my groin, I gasp and glance
nervously at Taylor and Sawyer, then at Christian, and his
eyes are darker. He gives me a slow carnal smile.
“Don’t sweat it, Anastasia,” he murmurs. “She’s in the
past.” And he plants a kiss in the center of my palm,
sending tingles everywhere, and my momentary pique is
forgotten.
“Morning, Ana,” Jack mutters as I make my way to my
desk. “Nice dress.”
I flush. The dress is part of my new wardrobe,
courtesy of my incredibly rich boyfriend. It’s a sleeveless
shift dress of pale blue linen, quite fitted, and I’m wearing
shift dress of pale blue linen, quite fitted, and I’m wearing
cream high-heeled sandals. Christian likes heels, I think. I
smile secretly at the thought but quickly recover my bland
professional smile for my boss.
“Good morning, Jack.”
I set about ordering a messenger to take his brochure
to the printers. He pops his head around his office door.
“Could I ha一ve a coffee, please, Ana?”
“Sure.” I wander into the kitchen and bump into Claire
from reception, who is also fixing coffee.
“Hey, Ana,” she says cheerfully.
“Hi, Claire.”
We chat briefly about her extended-family gathering
over the weekend, which she enjoyed immensely, and I tell
her about sailing with Christian.
“Your boyfriend is so dreamy, Ana,” she says, her
eyes glazing over.
I am tempted to roll my eyes at her.
“He’s not bad-looking,” I smile and we both start
laughing.
“You took your time!” Jack snaps when I bring in his
coffee.
Oh! “I’m sorry.” I flush then frown. I took the usual
amount of time. What’s his problem? Perhaps he’s
nervous about som
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