ah,” I mutter, embarrassed that I ha一ve just shouted so loudly.
“Do you need anything else, Mr. Grey?” she asks all breathless. I want to roll
my eyes at her.
“No, thank you. That’s all.” He smiles his dazzling, panty-dropping smile at
her. She flushes and exits simpering. Christian turns his attention back to
me.
“Now, Ms. Steele, where were we?”
“You were rudely interrupting my work day to fight with me about my name.”
Christian blinks once—surprised, I think, by the vehemence in my voice.
Deftly, he picks at an invisible piece of lint on his knee with long skilled
fingers. It’s distracting. He’s doing it on purpose. I narrow my eyes at him.
“I like to make the odd impromptu visit. It keeps management on their toes,
wives in their place. You know.” He shrugs, his mouth set in an arrogant line.
Wives in their place! “I had no idea you could spare the time,” I snap.
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His eyes frost. “Why don’t you want to change your name here?” he asks, his
voice deathly quiet.
“Christian, do we ha一ve to discuss this now?”
“I’m here. I don’t see why not.”
“I ha一ve a ton of work to do, ha一ving been away for the last three weeks.”
He gazes at me, his eyes cool and assessing—distant even. I marvel that he
can appear so cold after last night, after the last three weeks. Shit. He must
be so mad—really mad. When will he learn not to overreact?
“Are you ashamed of me?” he asks, his voice deceptively soft. What? “No!
Christian, of course not.” I scowl at him. “This is about me—not you.” Jeez,
he’s exasperating sometimes. Silly overbearing megalomaniac.
“How is this not about me?” He cocks his head to one side, genuinely
perplexed, some of his detachment slipping as he stares at me with wide
eyes, and I realize that he’s hurt. Holy fuck. I’ve hurt his feelings. Oh no . . .
he’s the last person I want to hurt. I ha一ve to make him see my logic. I ha一ve to
explain my reasoning for my decision.
“Christian, when I took this job, I’d only just met you,” I say patie
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