gorgeous, then leans in and kisses me hard. When he pulls away, I’m
breathless. His eyes are darker, hooded and heated, and I’m warm in spite
of the cold water.
“Come. Let’s head back. Now we ha一ve to shower. I’ll drive.”
~o0o~
We laze in the British Airways first class lounge at Heathrow in London,
waiting for our connecting flight to Seattle. Christian is engrossed in the
Financial Times. I reach over for his camera, wanting to take some
photographs of him. He looks so sexy in his trademark white linen shirt and
jeans, and his a一viator specs tucked into the V of his open shirt. The flash
disturbs him. He blinks up at me and smiles his shy smile.
“How are you, Mrs. Grey?” he asks.
“Sad to be going home,” I murmur. “I like ha一ving you to myself.”
He reaches out and clasps my hand. Lifting it to his lips, he grazes my
knuckles with a sweet kiss. “Me too.”
“But?” I ask, hearing that small word unsaid at the end of his simple
statement.
He frowns. “But?” he repeats disingenuously. I tilt my head to one side,
gazing at him with the tell me expression I ha一ve been perfecting over the last
couple of days. He sighs, putting his newspaper down. “I want this arsonist
caught and out of our lives.”
“Oh.” That seems fair enough, but I’m surprised by his bluntness.
“I’ll ha一ve Welch’s balls on a platter if he lets anything like that happen again.”
A shiver runs down my spine at his menacing tone. He gazes at me
impassively, and I don’t know if he’s daring me to be flippant or what. I do the
only thing I can think of to ease the sudden tension between us and raise the
camera and snap another photograph.
~o0o~
“Hey, sleepyhead, we’re home,” Christian murmurs.
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“Hmm,” I mumble, reluctant to lea一ve my tantalizing dream of Christian and me
on a picnic blanket at Kew Gardens. I am so tired. Tra一velling is exhausting,
even in first class. We’ve been up for eighteen or more hours straight, I think
—in my fatigue I’ve lost track. I hear my door open, and Ch
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