id. God, this man is a mass of
contradictions. His words from yesterday come to mind: “I want this house to
be the way you want. Whatever you want. It’s yours.” He wants me to be
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down I think I know this. It’s just—I stop myself. Don’t think about our
argument now. My subconscious glares at me. Gia is looking at Christian,
waiting for him to make the decision. I watch as her pupils dilate and her
glossed lips part. Her tongue darts quickly over her top lip before she takes a
sip of her wine. When I turn to Christian, he’s still looking at me—not at her at
all. Yes! My inner goddess fist pumps the air. I am going to ha一ve words with
Ms. Matteo.
“Ana, what do you want to do?” Christian murmurs, very clearly deferring to
me.
“I like the deck idea.”
“Me, too.”
I turn back to Gia. Hey, lady, look at me, not him. I’m the one making the
decisions on this. “I think I’d like to see revised drawings showing the bigger
deck and pillars that are in keeping with the house.”
Reluctantly, Gia drags her greedy eyes away from my husband and smiles
down at me. Does she think I’m not going to notice?
“Sure,” she acquiesces pleasantly. “Any other issues?”
Other than you eye-fucking my husband? “Christian wants to remodel the
master suite,” I murmur.
There’s a discreet cough from the entrance to the great room. We three turn
as one to find Taylor standing there.
“Taylor?” Christian asks.
“I need to confer with you on an urgent matter, Mr. Grey.”
Christian clasps my shoulders from behind and addresses Gia.
“Mrs. Grey is in charge of this project. She has absolute carte blanche.
Whatever she wants, it’s hers. I completely trust her instincts—she’s very
shrewd.” His voice alters sub一tly. In it I hear pride and a veiled warning—a
warning to Gia?
He trusts my instincts? Oh, this man’s exasperating. My instincts let him run
roughshod over my feelings this afternoon. I shake my head in frustration but
I’m grateful that he’s
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