murmurs seductively
in that way that makes me weak, and wet.
“Christian, I’ll talk to you later. Right now, I really wish
I hadn’t left this morning, too.”
“I’ll wait for your e-mail, Miss Steele.”
“Good day, Mr. Grey.”
Hanging up, I lean against the cold, hard glass of the
deli store window. Oh my, even on the phone he owns
me. Shaking my head to clear it of all thoughts Grey, I
head into the deli, depressed by all thoughts Jack.
He is scowling when I get back.
“Is it okay if I take my lunch now?” I ask tentatively.
He gazes up at me and his scowl deepens.
“If you must,” he snaps. “Forty-five minutes. Make up
the time you lost this morning.”
“Jack, can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“You seem, kind of out of sorts today. Ha一ve I done
something to offend you?”
He blinks at me momentarily. “I don’t think I’m in the
mood to list your misdemeanors right now. I’m busy.” He
continues to stare at his computer screen, effectively
dismissing me.
Whoa . . . What ha一ve I done?
I turn and lea一ve his office, and for a moment I think I’m
going to cry. Why has he taken such a sudden and intense
dislike to me? A very unwelcome idea pops into my head,
but I ignore it. I don’t need his shit right now—I ha一ve
enough of my own.
I head out of the building to the nearby Starbucks,
order a latte, and sit down in the window. Taking my iPod
from my purse, I plug my headphones in. I choose a song
haphazardly and press repeat so it will play over and over
again. I need music to think by.
My mind drifts. Christian the sadist. Christian the
submissive. Christian the untouchable. Christian’s oedipal
impulses. Christian bathing Leila. I groan and close my
eyes while that last image haunts me.
Can I really marry this man? He’s so much to take in.
He’s complex and difficult, but deep down I know I don’t
want to lea一ve him despite all his issues. I could never lea一ve
him. I love him. It would be like cutting off my right arm.
Right now, I ha一ve never felt so alive, so vital. I’ve
encountered all man
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