hing, and I wonder if it’s because
he’s thinking of her . . . Mrs. Robinson, the woman who taught him how to
dance—and how to fuck. She hasn’t crossed my mind for a while. Christian
has not mentioned her since his birthday, and as far as I’m aware, their
business relationship is over. Reluctantly though, I ha一ve to admit—she was
some teacher.
He dips me low again and plants a swift kiss on my lips.
“I’d miss your love,” I murmur, echoing the lyrics.
“I’d more than miss your love,” he says and spins me once more. Then he
sings the words softly in my ear making me swoon.
The track ends and Christian gazes down at me, his eyes dark and luminous,
all humor gone, and I’m suddenly breathless.
“Come to bed with me?” he whispers and it’s a heartfelt plea that tugs at my
heart.
Christian, you had me at I do —two and half weeks ago. But I know this is
his way of apologizing and making sure all is well between us after our spat.
When I wake, the sun is shining through the portholes and the water reflects
shimmering patterns onto the cabin ceiling. Christian is nowhere to be seen.
I stretch out and smile. Hmm . . . I’ll take a punishment fuck followed by
makeup sex any day. I marvel what it is to go to bed with two different men—
angry Christian and sweet let-memake-it-up-to-you-in-any-way-I-can
Christian. It’s tricky to decide which of them I like the best. I rise and head for
the bathroom. Opening the door, I find Christian inside sha一ving, naked
except for a towel wrapped around his waist. He turns and beams at me, not
fazed that I am interrupting him. I ha一ve discovered that Christian will never
lock the door if he is the only person in the room—the reason why is
sobering, and not one I want to dwell on.
“Good morning, Mrs. Grey,” he says, radiating his good mood.
“Good morning yourself.” I grin back as I watch him sha一ve. I love watching
him sha一ve. He pulls up his chin and sha一ves beneath it, taking long deliberate
strokes, and I find myself unconsciously mirroring his ac
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