white, isn’t it? Reluctantly lea一ving my
husband’s side, I head over to the kitchen. I hear the iPod hiss as Christian
switches off the music.
“Would you like some more wine, Christian?” I call.
“Please, baby,” he croons, grinning at me. Wow, he can be so swoonworthy
at times yet so aggra一vating at others.
Reaching up to open the cupboard, I’m aware his eyes are on me, and I’m
gripped by the uncanny feeling that Christian and I are putting on a show,
playing a game together—but this time we’re on the same side pitted
against Ms. Matteo. Does he know? Does he know that she’s attracted to
him and is being too obvious about it? It gives me a small rush of pleasure
when I realize maybe he’s trying to reassure me. Or maybe he’s just sending
a message loud and clear to this woman that he’s taken.
Mine. Yeah, bitch—mine. My inner goddess is wearing her gladiatrix outfit,
and she’s taking no prisoners. Smiling to myself I collect three glasses from
the cupboard, take the opened bottle of sauvignon blanc from the fridge, and
place them all on the breakfast bar. Gia is leaning over the table while
Christian stands beside her and points at something on the plans.
“I think Ana has some opinions on the glass wall, but generally we’re both
pleased with the ideas you’ve come up with.”
“Oh, I’m glad,” Gia gushes, obviously relieved, and as she says it she
reaches out to briefly touch his arm in a small, flirty gesture. Christian
immediately stiffens sub一tly . She doesn’t even seem to notice.
Lea一ve him the fuck alone, lady. He doesn’t like to be touched. Stepping
casually aside so he’s out of her reach, Christian turns to me. “Thirsty here,”
he says.
“Coming right up.” He is playing the game. She makes him uncomfortable.
Why didn’t I see that before? That’s why I don’t like her. He’s used to how
women react to him. I’ve seen it often enough, and usually he thinks nothing
of it. Touching is something else. Well, Mrs. Grey to the rescue.
I hastily pour the wine, gather all three glas
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