des. I take his hand and he
pulls me to my feet, and without a stitch on, I follow him through the great
room to the bedroom.
The following morning, Christian squeezes my hand as we pull up outside
SIP. He looks very much the powerful executive in his dark na一vy suit and
matching tie, and I smile. He’s not been this smart since the ballet in
Monaco.
“You know you don’t ha一ve to do this?” Christian murmurs. I am tempted to roll
my eyes at him.
“I know,” I whisper, not wanting to be overheard by Sawyer and Ryan in the
front of the Audi. He frowns and I smile.
“But I want to,” I continue. “You know this.” I lean up and kiss him. His frown
doesn’t disappear. “What’s wrong?”
He glances uncertainly at Ryan as Sawyer climbs out of the car. “I’ll miss
ha一ving you to myself.”
I reach up to caress his face. “Me, too.” I kiss him. “It was a wonderful
honeymoon. Thank you.”
“Go to work, Mrs. Grey.”
“You, too, Mr. Grey.”
Sawyer opens the door. I squeeze Christian’s hand once more before I climb
out onto the sidewalk. As I head into the building, I give him a little wa一ve.
out onto the sidewalk. As I head into the building, I give him a little wa一ve.
Sawyer holds open the door and follows me in.
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“Claire, hello.” I smile back.
“You look wonderful. Good honeymoon?”
“The best, thank you. How’s it been here?”
“Old man Roach is the same, but security has been stepped up and our
server room is being overhauled. But Hannah will tell you.”
Sure she will. I give Claire a friendly smile and head to my office. Hannah is
my assistant. She is tall, slim, and ruthlessly efficient to the point that
sometimes I find her a little intimidating. But she’s sweet to me, in spite of the
fact that she’s a couple of years older. She has my latte waiting—the only
coffee I let her get for me.
“Hi, Hannah,” I say warmly.
“Ana, how was your honeymoon?”
“Fantastic. Here—for you.” I pop the small bottle of perfume I bought for her
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