Chapter Four
I’m restless. Christian has been holed up in the onboard study for over an
hour. I ha一ve tried reading, watching TV, sunbathing—fully dressed
sunbathing!—but I can’t relax and I can’t rid myself of this edgy feeling. After
changing into shorts and a T-shirt, I remove the ludicrously expensive bangle
and go to find Taylor.
“Mrs. Grey,” he says, startled from his Anthony Burgess novel. He’s sitting in
the small salon outside Christian’s study.
“I’d like to go shopping.”
“Yes ma’am.” He stands.
“I’d like to take the Jet Ski.”
His mouth drops open. “Erm.” He frowns, lost for words.
“I don’t want to bother Christian with this.”
He flushes. “Mrs. Grey . . . um . . . I don’t think Mr. Grey would be very
comfortable with that, and I’d like to keep my job.”
Oh, for hea一ven’s sake! I want to roll my eyes at him, but I narrow them
instead, sighing hea一vily and expressing, I think, the right amount of frustrated
indignation that I am not mistress of my own destiny. Then again, I don’t want
Christian mad at Taylor—or me, for that matter. Striding confidently past him,
I knock on the study door and enter. Christian is on his BlackBerry, leaning
against the mahogany desk. He gazes at me.
“Andrea, hold please,” he mutters down the phone, his expression serious.
He gazes at me, politely expectant. Shit. Why do I feel like I’ve entered the
principal’s office? This man had me in handcuffs yesterday. I refuse to be
intimidated by him, he’s my husband damn it. I square my shoulders and give
him a broad smile.
“I’m going shopping. I’ll take security with me.”
“Sure, take one of the twins and Taylor, too,” he says. And I know that
whatever’s happening is serious because he doesn’t question me further. I
stand staring at him, wondering if I can help.
“Anything else?” he asks. He wants me gone. Crap.
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“Can I get you anything?” I ask. He smiles his sweet shy smile.
“No, baby, I’m good,” he says. “The crew will look after me.”
“Okay.” I want to kiss him. Hel
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