o gauge his reaction. He gazes at me in stupefied wonder,
but then narrows his eyes and his mouth twists with
amused irony.
“All that worry,” he whispers ominously. I grin at him
and shrug once more. “Oh, don’t try and get cute with me,
Miss Steele. Right now, I want . . .” He runs his hand
through his hair, then shakes his head and changes tack.
“I can’t believe you left me hanging.” His whisper is
laced with disbelief. His expression alters sub一tly, his eyes
gleaming wickedly, his mouth twitching into a carnal smile.
Holy hell. A thrill runs through me. What’s he thinking?
“I believe some retribution is in order, Miss Steele,” he
says softly.
Retribution? Oh shit! I know he’s playing—but I take
a cautious step back from him anyway.
He grins. “Is that the game?” he whispers. “Because I
will catch you.” And his eyes burn with a bright playful
intensity. “And you’re biting your lip,” he says
threateningly.
All of my insides tighten at once. Oh my. My future
husband wants to play. I take another step back, then turn
to run—but in vain. Christian grabs me, and in one easy
swoop while I squeal with delight, surprise, and shock. He
hoists me over his shoulder and heads down the hall.
“Christian!” I hiss, mindful that José is upstairs, though
“Christian!” I hiss, mindful that José is upstairs, though
whether he could hear us is doub一tful. I steady myself by
clasping his lower back, then on a bra一ve impulse, I swat
his behind. He swats me right back.
“Ow!” I yelp.
“Shower time,” he declares triumphantly.
“Put me down!” I try and fail to sound disapproving.
My struggle is futile—his arm is firmly clamped over my
thighs—and for some reason I cannot stop giggling.
“Fond of these shoes?” he asks amused as he opens
the door to his bathroom.
“I prefer them to be touching the floor.” I attempt to
snarl at him, but it’s not very effective as I can’t keep the
laughter out of my voice.
“Your wish is my command, Miss Steele.” Without
putting me down, he slips off both of my shoes and
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