fore and neither ha一ve I. In truth
we’ve both come so far.
Tears prick and pool in my eyes as I recall his final
barriers crumbling last night when he let me touch him.
Jeez, it took Leila and all her crazy to get us to there.
Perhaps I should be grateful. The fact that he bathed
her is not quite such a bitter taste on my tongue now. I
wonder which clothes he ga一ve her. I hope it wasn’t the
plum dress. I liked that.
So can I love this man with all his issues
unconditionally? Because he deserves nothing less. He still
needs to learn boundaries and little things like empathy,
and to be less controlling. He says he no longer feels the
compulsion to hurt me; perhaps Dr. Flynn will be able to
cast some light on that.
Fundamentally, that’s what concerns me most—that he
needs that and has always found like-minded women who
need it, too. I frown. Yes, this is the reassurance I need. I
want to be all things to this man, his Alpha and his Omega
and all things in between because he is to me.
I hope Flynn will ha一ve the answers, and maybe then I
can say yes. Christian and I can find our own slice of
can say yes. Christian and I can find our own slice of
hea一ven close to the sun.
I gaze out at bustling, lunchtime Seattle. Mrs. Christian
Grey—who would ha一ve thought? I glance at my watch.
Shit! I leap up from my seat and dash to the door—a
whole hour of just sitting—where did the time go? Jack is
going to go ballistic!
I slink back to my desk. Fortunately, he’s not in his office.
It looks like I’ve got away with it. I gaze intently at my
computer screen, unseeing, trying to reassemble my
thoughts into work mode.
“Where were you?”
I jump. Jack is standing, arms folded, behind me.
“I was in the basement, photocopying,” I lie. Jack lips
press into a thin, uncompromising line.
“I’m lea一ving for my plane at six thirty. I need you to
stay until then.”
“Okay.” I smile as sweetly as I can manage.
“I’d like my itinerary for New York printed out and
photocopied ten times. And get the broch
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