here’s an awkward pause before the elevator stops at Paul’s floor.
“Great to meet you both,” he says sounding relieved and steps out. The
doors close silently behind him. Christian taps in the entry code and the
elevator ascends again.
“He seemed nice,” I murmur. “I’ve never met any of the neighbors before.”
Christian scowls. “I prefer it that way.”
“That’s because you’re a hermit. I thought he was pleasant enough.”
“A hermit?”
“Hermit. Stuck in your ivory tower,” I state matter-of-factly. Christian’s lips
twitch with amusement.
“Our ivory tower. And I think you ha一ve another name to add to the list of your
admirers, Mrs. Grey.”
I roll my eyes. “Christian, you think everyone is an admirer.”
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
My pulse quickens. “I sure did,” I whisper, my breath catching in my throat.
He cocks his head to one side, wearing his smoldering, arrogant, amused
expression. “What shall we do about that?”
“Something rough.”
He blinks to hide his surprise. “Rough?”
“Please.”
“You want more?”
I nod slowly. The doors to the elevator open and we’re home.
“How rough?” he breathes, his eyes darkening.
I gaze at him, saying nothing. He closes his eyes for a moment, and then
grabs my hand and hauls me into the foyer.
When we burst through the double doors, Sawyer is standing in the hallway,
looking expectantly at the two of us.
“Sawyer, I’d like to be debriefed in an hour,” Christian says.
“Yes, sir.” Turning, Sawyer heads back into Taylor’s office. We ha一ve an hour!
Christian glances down at me. “Rough?”
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I nod.
“Well, Mrs. Grey, you’re in luck. I’m taking requests today.”
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