as he climbs into bed beside me wearing only his pajama
pants.
“Nothing. Just an idea.”
“What idea?” he asks, stretching out beside me.
Here goes nothing. “Christian, I don’t think I want to run a company.”
He props himself up on his elbow and gazes down at me. “Why do you say
that?”
“Because it’s not something that has ever appealed to me.”
“You’re more than capable, Anastasia.”
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“I like to read books, Christian. Running a company will take me away from
that.”
“You could be the creative head.”
I frown.
“You see,” he continues, “running a successful company is all about
embracing the talent of the inpiduals you ha一ve at your disposal. If that’s
where your talents and your interests lie, then you structure the company to
enable that.”
What?
“Don’t dismiss it out of hand, Anastasia. You’re a very capable woman. I
think you could do anything you wanted if you put your mind to it.”
Whoa? How can he possibly know that I’d be any good at this?
“I’m also worried it will take up too much of my time.”
Christian frowns.
“Time I could devote to you.” I deploy my secret weapon. His gaze darkens. “I
know what you’re doing,” he murmurs, amused.
Damn it!
“What?” I feign innocence.
“You’re trying to distract me from the issue at hand. You always do that. Just
don’t dismiss the idea, Ana. Think about it. That’s all I ask.”
He leans down and kisses me chastely, then skims his thumb down my
cheek. This argument is going to run and run. I smile up at him—and
something he said earlier today pops unbidden into my mind.
“Can I ask you something?” My voice is soft, tentative.
“Of course.”
“Earlier today you said if I was angry with you, I should take it out on you in
bed. What did you mean?”
He stills. “What did you think I meant?”
Holy shit . . . I should just say it. “That you wanted me to tie you up.”
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Um . . . no. That’s not what I meant at all.”
“Oh.” I’m surprised by my slight twinge of disappointment.
“You want to ti
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