mutter.
“Don’t be like that,” he says, taking my head in his
hands and holding my gaze to his. “I don’t want that life. I
want our life, together.”
Holy cow. How does he know that beneath my horror
about these photos is the fact that I’m paranoid?
“Ana, I thought we exorcised all those ghosts this
morning. I feel that way. Don’t you?”
I blink at him, recalling our very, very pleasurable and
romantic and downright dirty morning in his playroom.
“Yes,” I smile. “Yes, I feel like that, too.”
“Good.” He leans forward and kisses me, folding me in
his arms. “I’ll shred them,” he murmurs. “And then I ha一ve
to go to work. I’m sorry, baby, but I ha一ve a mountain of
business to get through this afternoon.”
“It’s cool. I ha一ve to call my mother.” I grimace. “Then
I want to do some shopping and bake you a cake.”
He grins and his eyes light up like a small boy’s.
“A cake?”
I nod.
“A chocolate cake?”
“You want a chocolate cake?” His grin is infectious.
He nods.
“I’ll see what I can do, Mr. Grey.”
“I’ll see what I can do, Mr. Grey.”
He kisses me once more.
Carla is stunned into silence.
“Mom, say something.”
“You’re not pregnant, are you, Ana?” she whispers in
horror.
“No, no, no, nothing like that.” Disappointment slices
through my heart, and I’m saddened that she would think
that of me. But then I remember with an ever-sinking
feeling that she was pregnant with me when she married
my father.
“I’m sorry, darling. This is just so sudden. I mean,
Christian is quite a catch, but you’re so young, and you
should see a little of the world.”
“Mom, can’t you just be happy for me? I love him.”
“Darling, I just need to get used to the idea. It’s a
shock. I could tell in Georgia that there was something
very special between you two, but marriage . . . ?”
In Georgia he wanted me to be his submissive, but I
won’t tell her that.
“Ha一ve you set a date?”
“No.”
“I wish your father was alive,” she whispers. Oh no . . .
not this. Not this, now.
“I know, Mom. I would ha一ve liked to know him, too.”
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