l, I can—he’s my husband. Strolling purposefully
forward, I plant a kiss on his lips, surprising him.
“Andrea, I’ll call you back,” he mutters. He puts the BlackBerry down on the
desk behind him, pulls me into his embrace, and kisses me passionately. I
am breathless when he releases me. His eyes are dark and needy.
“You’re distracting me. I need to sort this, so I can get back to my
honeymoon.” He runs an index finger down my face and caresses my chin,
tilting my face up.
“Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t apologize, Mrs. Grey. I love your distractions.” He kisses the
corner of my mouth.
“Go spend some money.” He releases me.
“Will do.” I smirk at him as I exit his study. My subconscious shakes her head
and purses her lips. You didn’t tell him you were going on the Jet Ski, she
chastises me in her singsong voice. I ignore her . . . Harpy.
Taylor is patiently waiting.
“That’s all cleared with high command . . . can we go?” I smile, trying to keep
the sarcasm out of my voice. Taylor doesn’t hide his admiring smile.
“Mrs. Grey, after you.”
Taylor patiently talks me through the controls on the Jet Ski and how to ride it.
He has a calm, gentle authority about him; he’s a good teacher. We are in
the motor launch, bobbing and wea一ving on the calm waters of the harbor
beside the Fair Lady. Gaston looks on, his expression hidden by his shades,
and one of the Fair Lady’s crew is at the controls of the motor launch. Jeez—
three people with me, just because I want to go shopping. It’s ridiculous.
Zipping up my life jacket, I give Taylor a beaming grin. He holds out his hand
to assist me as I climb onto the Jet Ski.
“Fasten the strap of the ignition key around your wrist, Mrs. Grey. If you fall
off, the engine will cut out automatically,” he explains.
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“Okay.”
“Ready?’
I nod enthusiastically.
“Press the ignition when you’ve drifted about four feet away from the boat.
We’ll follow you.”
“Okay.”
He pushes the Jet Ski away from the launch, and it floats
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