ristian is leaning
over me. He unbuckles my seat belt and lifts me into his arms, waking me.
“Hey, I can walk,” I protest sleepily.
He snorts. “I need to carry you over the threshold.”
I put my arms around his neck. “Up all thirty floors?” I give him a challenging
smile.
“Mrs. Grey, I am very pleased to announce that you’ve put on some weight.”
“What?”
He grins. “So if you don’t mind, we’ll use the elevator.” He narrows his eyes
at me, though I know he’s teasing.
Taylor opens the doors to the Escala lobby and smiles. “Welcome home Mr.
Grey, Mrs. Grey.”
“Thanks, Taylor,” says Christian.
I give Taylor the briefest of smiles and watch him head back to the Audi
where Sawyer waits at the wheel.
“What do you mean I’ve put on weight?” I glare at Christian. His grin
broadens, and he clasps me closer to his chest as he carries me across the
lobby.
“Not much,” he assures me but his face darkens suddenly. Oh no . . . what
now?
“What is it?” I breathe, trying to control the alarm I hear in my own voice.
“You’ve put on some of the weight you lost when you left me,” he explains
quietly as he summons the elevator. A bleak expression crosses his face.
No! His sudden, surprising anguish tugs at my heart.
“Hey.” I curl my fingers around his face and into his hair, pulling him toward
me. He comes willingly. “If I hadn’t gone, would you be standing here, like
this, now?” I whisper. His eyes melt, the color of a storm cloud, and he smiles
his shy smile, my fa一vorite smile.
“No,” he says quietly and steps into the elevator still holding me. He leans
down and kisses me gently. “No, Mrs. Grey, I wouldn’t. But I
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would know I could keep you safe, because you wouldn’t defy me.”
He sounds vaguely regretful . . . Shit.
“I like defying you.” I test the waters.
“I know. And it’s made me so . . . happy.” He smiles down at me through his
bemusement.
Oh, thank hea一vens. “Even though I’m fat?” I whisper. He laughs. “Even though
you’re fat.” He kisses me again, more heated this
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