He answers on the second ring. “Anastasia. You
okay?” he asks concerned.
“They’ve just given me Jack’s job to mind,
temporarily,” I blurt out.
“You’re kidding,” he whispers, shocked.
“Did you ha一ve anything to do with this?” My voice is
sharper than I mean it to be.
“No—no, not at all. I mean, with all due respect,
“No—no, not at all. I mean, with all due respect,
Anastasia, you’ve only been there for a week or so—and
I don’t mean that unkindly.”
“I know.” I frown. “Apparently Jack really rated me.”
“Did he now?” Christian’s tone is frosty and then he
sighs.
“Well, baby, if they think you can do it, I’m sure you
can. Congratulations. Perhaps we should celebrate after
we’ve seen Flynn.”
“Hmm. Are you sure you had nothing to do with this?”
He is silent for a moment, and then he says in a low
menacing voice. “Do you doub一t me? It angers me that you
do.”
I swallow. Boy, he gets mad so easily. “I’m sorry,” I
breathe, chastened.
“If you need anything, let me know. I’ll be here. And
Anastasia?”
“What?”
“Use your Blackberry,” he adds tersely.
“Yes, Christian.”
He doesn’t hang up as I expect him to but takes a
deep breath.
“I mean it. If you need me, I’m here.” His words are
much softer, conciliatory. Oh, he’s so mercurial . . . his
mood swings are like a metronome set at presto.
“Okay,” I murmur. “I’d better go. I ha一ve to move
offices.”
“If you need me. I mean it,” he murmurs.
“I know, thank you, Christian. I love you.”
I sense his grin at the other end of the phone. I’ve won
I sense his grin at the other end of the phone. I’ve won
him back.
“I love you, too, baby.” Oh, will I ever tire of him
saying those words to me?
“I’ll talk to you later.”
“Laters, baby.”
I hang up and glance at Jack’s office. My office. Holy
cow—Anastasia Steele, Acting Commissioning Editor.
Who would ha一ve thought? I should ask for more money.
What would Jack think if he knew? I shudder at the
thought and wonder idly how he’s spent his morning, not in
New York as he expected. I stroll into his—my of
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