d he gives me a slight smile.
“You’re hungry?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t eat.” His eyes frost and his jaw hardens.
“No, I didn’t eat.” I sit back on my heels and regard
him passively. “Being thrown out of my apartment after
witnessing my boyfriend interacting intimately with his exsubmissive
considerably suppressed my appetite.” I glare
at him and fist my hands on my hips.
Christian shakes his head and rises gracefully to his
feet. Oh, finally we can get off the floor. He holds his
hand out to me.
“Let me fix you something to eat,” he says.
“Can’t I just go to bed?” I mutter wearily as I place my
hand in his.
He pulls me up. I am stiff. He gazes down at me, his
expression soft.
“No, you need to eat. Come.” Bossy Christian is back,
and it’s a relief.
He leads me to the kitchen area and ushers me toward
a bar stool as he heads to the fridge. I glance at my watch.
Jeez, nearly eleven thirty and I ha一ve to get up for work in
the morning.
“Christian, I’m really not hungry.”
He studiously ignores me as he ferrets through the
enormous fridge. “Cheese?” he asks.
“Not at this hour.”
“Pretzels?”
“In the fridge? No,” I snap.
He turns and grins at me. “You don’t like pretzels?”
“Not at eleven thirty. Christian, I’m going to bed. You
can rummage around in your refrigerator for the rest of the
night if you want. I’m tired, and I’ve had far too interesting
a day. A day I’d like to forget.” I slide off the stool and he
scowls at me, but right now I don’t care. I want to go to
bed—I’m exhausted.
“Macaroni and cheese?” He holds up a white bowl
lidded with foil. He looks so hopeful and endearing.
“You like macaroni and cheese?” I ask.
He nods enthusiastically, and my heart melts. He looks
so young all of a sudden. Who would ha一ve thought?
Christian Grey likes nursery food.
Christian Grey likes nursery food.
“You want some?” he asks, sounding hopeful. I can’t
resist him and I’m hungry.
I nod and give him a weak smile. His answering grin is
breathtaking. He takes the foil off the bowl a
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