iousness—“or I will be fucking pissed.”
My mouth goes dry. He’s letting me drive his car? My inner goddess whips
on her leather driving gloves and flat shoes. Oh yes! she cries.
“Are you sure?” I mouth, stunned.
“Yes, before I change my mind.”
I don’t think I ha一ve ever grinned so hard. He rolls his eyes and opens the
driver’s door so that I can climb in. I start the engine before he’s even
reached the passenger side, and he jumps in quickly.
“Eager, Mrs. Grey?” he asks with a wry smile.
“Very.”
Slowly, I ease the car backward and turn it in the driveway. I manage not to
stall it, surprising myself. Boy, is the clutch sensitive. Carefully na一vigating the
driveway, I glance in my rearview mirror to see Sawyer and Ryan—our
security for the day—climb into the Audi SUV. I had no idea that they’d
followed us here. I pause before I set out onto the main road.
“You’re sure about this?”
“Yes,” Christian says tightly, telling me he’s not sure about this at all. Oh, my
poor, poor Fifty. I want to laugh, at both him and myself, because I’m nervous
and excited. A small part of me wants to lose Sawyer and Ryan, just for the
kicks. I check for traffic then inch the R8
out onto the road. Christian curls up with tension and I can’t resist. The road
is clear. I put my foot down on the gas and we shoot forward.
“Whoa! Ana!” Christian shouts. “Slow down—you’ll kill us both.”
I immediately ease off the gas. Wow, can this car move!
“Sorry,” I mutter, trying to sound contrite and failing miserably. Christian
smirks at me, to hide his relief, I think.
“Well, that counts as misbeha一ving,” he says casually and I slow right down.
I glance in the rearview mirror. No sign of the Audi, just a solitary dark car
with tinted windows behind us. I imagine Sawyer and Ryan flustered, frantic
to catch up, and for some reason this gives me a thrill. But not wanting to
give my dear husband a coronary, I decide to beha一ve and drive steadily, with
growing confidence, toward the 520
bridge.
Suddenly, Christ
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