e’s wearing a pale
blue shirt and jeans, and he looks cool and fresh and
perfect, as always.
“We should buy you some more skirts,” he says
matter-of-factly. “In fact—I’d love to take you shopping.”
Hmm—shopping. I hate shopping. But with Christian,
maybe it won’t be so bad. I decide on distraction as the
best form of defense.
“I wonder what will happen at work today?”
“I wonder what will happen at work today?”
“They’ll ha一ve to replace the sleazeball.” Christian
frowns, scowling as if he’s just stepped in something
extraordinarily unpleasant.
“I hope they take on a woman as my new boss.”
“Why?”
“Well, you’re less likely to object to me going away
with her,” I tease him.
His lips twitch and he starts on his omelet.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“You are. Eat your granola, all of it, if that’s all you’re
ha一ving.”
Bossy as ever. I purse my lips at him, but dig in.
“So, the key goes here.” Christian points out the ignition
beneath the gearshift.
“Strange place,” I mutter. But I’m delighted with every
little detail, practically bouncing like a small child in the
comfortable leather seat. Christian has finally let me drive
my car.
He regards me coolly, though his eyes are alight with
humor. “You’re quite excited about this, aren’t you?” he
murmurs, amused.
I nod, grinning like a fool. “Just smell that new car
smell. This is even better than the Submissive Special . . .
um, the A3,” I add quickly, blushing.
Christian’s mouth twists. “Submissive Special, eh? You
ha一ve such a way with words, Miss Steele.” He leans back
with a faux look of disapproval, but he can’t fool me. I
with a faux look of disapproval, but he can’t fool me. I
know he’s enjoying himself.
“Well, let’s go.” He wa一ves his long-fingered hand
toward the entrance of the garage.
I clap my hands, start the car, and the engine purrs to
life. Putting the gearshift into drive, I ease my foot off the
brake and the Saab moves smoothly forward. Taylor
starts up the Audi behind us and once the garage barrier
lifts, follow
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