head exasperated. “It’s just a pretty face, baby.”
“And behind it is a very pretty man.” I kiss his temple. “My man.”
He grins shyly.
Lifting the first lock, I comb it upward and snare it between my index and
middle finger. I put the comb in my mouth, take the scissors and make the
first snip, cutting an inch off the length. Christian closes his eyes and sits like
a statue, sighing contentedly as I continue. Occasionally he opens his eyes,
and I catch him watching me intently. He doesn’t touch me while I work, and
I’m grateful. His touch is . . . distracting.
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Fifteen minutes later, I’m done.
“Finished.” I’m pleased with the result. He looks as hot as ever, his hair still
floppy and sexy . . . just a bit shorter. Christian gazes at himself in the mirror,
looking pleasantly surprised. He grins. “Great job, Mrs. Grey.” He turns his
head from side to side and snakes his arm around me. Pulling me to him, he
kisses and nuzzles my belly.
“Thank you,” he says.
“My pleasure.” I bend and kiss him briefly.
“It’s late. Bed.” He gives my behind a playful slap.
“Ah! I should clean up in here.” There is hair all over the floor. Christian
frowns, as if the thought would never ha一ve occurred to him. “Okay, I’ll get the
broom,” he says wryly. “I don’t want you embarrassing the staff with your lack
of appropriate attire.”
“Do you know where the broom is?” I ask innocently. This stops Christian in
his tracks. “Um . . . no.”
I laugh. “I’ll go.”
\As I climb into bed and wait for Christian to join me, I reflect on how
differently this day could ha一ve ended. I was so mad at him earlier, and he
with me. How am I going to deal with this running-a-company nonsense? I
ha一ve no desire to run my own company. I am not him. I need to head this off
at the pass. Perhaps I should ha一ve a safe word for when he’s being
overbearing and domineering . . . for when he’s being an arse. I giggle.
Perhaps the safe word should be arse. I find the thought very appealing.
“What?” he says
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