I close my eyes.
Reluctantly, I open my hea一vy eyelids and bright light
fills the room. I groan. I feel cloudy, disconnected from my
leaden limbs, and Christian is wrapped around me like ivy.
I’m too warm as per usual. Surely it’s just five in the
morning. The alarm has not gone off yet. I stretch out to
free myself from his heat, turning in his arms, and he
mumbles something unintelligible in his sleep. I glance at
the clock. Eight forty-five.
Shit, I’m going to be late. Fuck. I scramble out of bed
and dash to the bathroom. I am showered and out within
four minutes.
Christian sits up in bed watching me with ill-concealed
amusement coupled with wariness as I continue to dry
amusement coupled with wariness as I continue to dry
myself while gathering my clothes. Perhaps he’s waiting for
me to react to yesterday’s revelations. Right now, I just
don’t ha一ve time.
I check my clothes—black slacks, black shirt—all a
bit Mrs. R, but I don’t ha一ve a second to change my mind.
I hastily don black bra and panties, conscious that he’s
watching my every move. It’s . . . unnerving. The panties
and bra will do.
“You look good,” Christian purrs from the bed. “You
can call in sick, you know.” He gives me his devastating,
lopsided, one hundred and fifty percent panty-busting
smile. Oh, he’s so tempting. My inner goddess pouts
provocatively at me.
“No, Christian, I can’t. I am not a megalomaniac CEO
with a beautiful smile who can come and go as he
pleases.”
“I like to come as I please.” He smirks and cranks his
glorious smile up another notch so it’s in full HD IMAX.
“Christian!” I scold. I throw my towel at him and he
laughs.
“Beautiful smile, huh?”
“Yes. You know the effect you ha一ve on me.” I put on
my watch.
“Do I?” he blinks innocently.
“Yes, you do. The same effect you ha一ve on all women.
Gets really tiresome watching them all swoon.”
“Does it?” He cocks his eyebrow at me, more amused.
“Don’t play the innocent, Mr. Grey, it really doesn’t
suit you,” I mutter distractedly as I sco
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