sider my dad.
And now I ha一ve Christian. He’s never really lived with
anyone, I think. I’ll ha一ve to ask him—if he’s still talking to
me.
But I feel strongly that I should wear what I like. I
remember his rules. Yes, this must be hard for him, but he
sure as hell paid for this dress. He should ha一ve given
Neimans a better brief. Nothing too short!
This skirt isn’t that short, is it? I check in the large
mirror in the lobby. Damn. Yes, it is quite short, but I’ve
made a stand now. And no doub一t I’ll ha一ve to face the
consequences. I wonder idly what he’ll do, but first I need
cash.
I stare at my receipt from the ATM: $51,689.16. That’s
fifty thousand dollars too much! Anastasia, you’re going
to ha一ve to learn to be rich, too, if you say yes. And so it
begins. I take my paltry fifty dollars and make my way to
the store.
I head straight to the kitchen when I arrive back, and I
can’t help feeling a frisson of alarm. Christian is still in his
study. Jeez, that’s most of the afternoon. I decide my best
option is to face him and see how much damage I’ve
done. I peek cautiously around his study door. He’s on the
phone, staring out the window.
“And the Eurocopter specialist is due Monday
afternoon? . . . Good. Just keep me informed. Tell them
that I’ll need their initial findings either Monday evening or
Tuesday morning.” He hangs up and swivels his chair
round, but stills when he sees me, his expression
impassive.
“Hi,” I whisper. He says nothing, and my heart freefalls
into my stomach. Gingerly I walk into his study and
around his desk to where he’s sitting. He still says nothing,
his eyes never lea一ving mine. I stand in front of him, feeling
fifty shades of foolish.
fifty shades of foolish.
“I’m back. Are you mad at me?”
He sighs, reaches out for my hand, and pulls me into
his lap, folding his arms around me. He buries his nose in
my hair.
“Yes,” he says.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” I curl
up in his lap inhaling his hea一venly Christian smell, feeling
safe
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