head from side to side as if considering
the facts. He’s amused. Thank hea一vens.
“Yes, I think that’s a fair and accurate summary of the
situation,” he says dryly.
I shake my head at him. “Whatever happened to
delayed gratification?”
“I got over it, and I’m now a firm advocate of instant
gratification. Carpe diem, Ana,” he whispers.
“Look Christian, I’ve known you for about three
minutes, and there’s so much more I need to know. I’ve
had too much to drink, I’m hungry, I’m tired, and I want
to go to bed. I need to consider your proposal just as I
considered that contract you ga一ve me. And”—I press my
lips together to show my displeasure but also to lighten the
mood between us—“that wasn’t the most romantic
proposal.”
He tilts his head to one side and his lips quirk up in a
smile. “Fair point well made, as ever, Miss Steele,” he
breathes, his voice laced with relief. “So that’s not a no?”
I sigh. “No, Mr. Grey, it’s not a no, but it’s not a yes
either. You’re only doing this because you’re scared, and
you don’t trust me.”
“No, I’m doing this because I’ve finally met someone I
want to spend the rest of my life with.”
Oh. My heart skips a beat and inside I melt. How is it
Oh. My heart skips a beat and inside I melt. How is it
that in the middle of the most fucked-up situations he can
say the most romantic things? My mouth pops open in
shock.
“I never thought that would happen to me,” he
continues, his expression radiating pure undiluted sincerity.
I gape at him, searching for the right words.
“Can I think about it . . . please? And think about
everything else that’s happened today? What you’ve just
told me? You asked for patience and faith. Well, back at
you, Grey. I need those now.”
His eyes search mine and after a beat, he leans
forward and tucks my hair behind my ear.
“I can live with that.” He kisses me quickly on the lips.
“Not very romantic, eh?” He raises his eyebrows, and I
give him an admonishing shake of my head. “Hearts and
flowers?” he asks softly.
I nod an
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