h!
“Thank you! You know, if I am going to live here,
too . . .” I trail off. Christian nods. He knows what I’m
trying to say. “It’s not like you ha一ven’t got the space.” I
smirk.
His lips quirk up slowly. “Are you smirking at me, Miss
Steele?”
“Most definitely, Mr. Grey.” I get up just in case his
palms start twitching, clear our plates, and then load them
into the dishwasher.
“Gail will do that.”
“I’ve done it now.” I stand up and gaze at him. He’s
watching me intently.
“I ha一ve to work for a while,” he says apologetically.
“Cool. I’ll find something to do.”
“Come here,” he orders, but his voice is soft and
seductive, his eyes heated. I don’t hesitate to walk into his
arms, clasping him around his neck as he perches on his
bar stool. He wraps his arms around me, crushes me to
him, and just holds me.
him, and just holds me.
“Are you okay?” he whispers into my hair.
“Okay?”
“After what happened with that fucker? After what
happened yesterday?” he adds, his voice quiet and
earnest.
I gaze into dark, serious, gray eyes. Am I okay?
“Yes,” I whisper.
His arms tighten around me, and I feel safe, cherished,
and loved all at once. It’s blissful. Closing my eyes, I enjoy
the feel of being in his arms. I love this man. I love his
intoxicating scent, his strength, his mercurial ways—my
Fifty.
“Let’s not fight,” he murmurs. He kisses my hair and
inhales deeply. “You smell hea一venly as usual, Ana.”
“So do you,” I whisper and kiss his neck.
All too soon he releases me. “I should only be a couple
of hours.”
I wander listlessly through the apartment. Christian is still
working. I ha一ve showered and dressed in some sweats
and a T-shirt of my own, and I’m bored. I don’t want to
read. If I sit still, I’ll recall Jack and his fingers on me.
I check out my old bedroom, the subs’ room. José can
sleep here—he’ll like the view. It’s about eight fifteen, and
the sun is beginning to sink into the west. The lights of the
city twinkle below me. It’s glorious. Yes, José will like it
here. I won
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