make my entrance.
“Ana!” she cries, scooping me up in a Kate hug. She holds me at arm’s
length.
“Don’t you look the mogul’s wife? Who would ha一ve thought, little Ana Steele?
You look so . . . sophisticated!” She grins. I roll my eyes at her. I’m wearing a
pale cream shift dress with a na一vy belt and na一vy pumps.
“It’s good to see you, Kate.” I hug her back.
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“So, where are we going?”
“Christian wants us to go back to the apartment.”
“Aw, really? Can’t we sneak a quick cocktail at the Zig Zag Cafe?
I’ve booked us a table.”
I open my mouth to protest.
“Please?” she whines and pouts prettily. She must be picking this up from
Mia. She never pouts normally. I’d really like a cocktail at the Zig Zag. We
had such fun the last time we went there, and it’s close to Kate’s apartment.
I hold up my index finger. “One.”
She grins. “One” She links her arm in mine, and we stroll out to the car, which
is parked at the curb with Sawyer at the wheel. We’re followed out by Miss
Samantha Prescott who’s new to the security team––a tall African-American
with a no-nonsense attitude. I’ve yet to warm to her, maybe because she’s
too cool and professional. The jury’s definitely out, but like the rest of the
team, she’s been hand-picked by Taylor. She’s dressed like Sawyer, in a
dark somber pantsuit.
“Can you take us to the Zig Zag, please, Sawyer?”
Sawyer turns to look at me, and I know he wants to say something. He’s
obviously been given his orders. He hesitates.
“The Zig Zag Café. We’ll only ha一ve one.”
I give Kate a sideways glance and she’s glaring at Sawyer. Poor man.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Mr. Grey requested you go back to the apartment,” Prescott pipes up.
“Mr. Grey isn’t here,” I snap. “The Zig Zag, please.”
“Ma’am,” Sawyer replies with a sideways glance at Prescott, who wisely
holds her tongue.
Kate gapes at me as if she can’t believe her eyes and ears. I purse my lips
and shrug. Okay, so I’m a little more assertive than I used to be. Kate nods
as Sawyer pull
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