pite of my disobedience?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Because of your disobedience, Anastasia.” He grins at me.
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I crack my spoon through the burnt sugar crust of my dessert and shake my
head. Will I ever understand this man? Hmm—this cr&egra一ve;me brulée is delicious.
Once the steward has cleared our dessert plates, Christian reaches for the
bottle of rosé and refills my glass. I check that we’re alone and ask,
“What’s with the no going to the bathroom thing?”
“You really want to know?” He half smiles, his eyes alight with a salacious
gleam.
“Do I?” I gaze at him through my lashes as I take a sip of my wine.
“The fuller your bladder, the more intense your orgasm, Ana.”
I flush. “Oh. I see.” Holy cow, that explains a lot. He grins at me, looking far
too knowing. Will I always be on the back foot with Mr. Sexpertise?
“Yes. Well . . .” I desperately hunt around for a change of subject. He takes
pity on me.
“What do you want to do for the rest of the evening?” He cocks his head to
one side and gives me his lopsided grin.
Whatever you want, Christian. Put your theory to the test again? I shrug.
“I know what I want to do,” he murmurs. Grabbing his glass of wine, he rises
and holds his hand out to me. “Come.”
I take his hand and he leads me into the main salon. His iPod is in the
speaker dock on the bureau. He switches it on and selects a song.
“Dance with me.” He pulls me into his arms.
“If you insist.”
“I insist, Mrs. Grey.”
A slinky, cheesy melody starts. Is this a Latin rhythm? Christian grins down at
me and starts to move, sweeping me off my feet and taking me with him
round the salon.
A man with a voice like warm melted caramel croons. It’s a song I know but
can’t place. Christian dips me low, and I yelp in surprise and giggle. He
smiles down at me, his eyes filled with humor. Then he scoops me up and
spins me under his arm.
“You dance so well,” I say. “It’s like I can dance.”
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He gives me a sphinxlike smile but says not
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