ndow. Perhaps
I should just ask him to drop me off at my apartment, then
he can “not talk” to me from the safety of Escala and sa一ve
us both the inevitable quarrel. But even as I think it, I
know I don’t want to lea一ve him to brood, not after
yesterday.
Eventually, we pull up in front of his apartment building,
and Christian climbs out of the car. Moving with easy
grace around to my side, he opens my door.
“Come,” he orders as Taylor clambers into the driver’s
seat. I take his proffered hand and follow him through the
grand foyer to the elevator. He doesn’t let go of me.
“Christian, why are you so mad at me?” I whisper as
we wait.
“You know why,” he mutters as we step into the
elevator, and he punches in the code to his floor. “God, if
something had happened to you, he’d be dead by now.”
Christian’s tone chills me to the bone. The doors close.
“As it is, I’m going to ruin his career so he can’t take
advantage of young women anymore, miserable excuse for
a man that he is.” He shakes his head. “Jesus, Ana!” He
grabs me suddenly, imprisoning me in the corner of the
elevator.
His hands fist in my hair as he pulls my face up to his,
and his mouth is on mine, a passionate desperation in his
kiss. I don’t know why this takes me by surprise, but it
does. I taste his relief, his longing, and his residual anger
while his tongue possesses my mouth. He stops, gazing
down at me, resting his weight against me so I can’t move.
He lea一ves me breathless, clinging to him for support,
staring up into that beautiful face etched with determination
and without any trace of humor.
and without any trace of humor.
“If anything had happened to you . . . If he’d harmed
you . . .” I feel the shudder that runs through him.
“Blackberry,” he commands quietly. “From now on.
Understand?”
I nod, swallowing, unable to break eye contact from
his grim, mesmerizing look.
He straightens, releasing me as the elevator comes to a
stop. “He said you kicked him in the balls.” Christian’s
tone is lighter with
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