. “I don’t
want to discuss this now, in the shower. I am still fucking mad at you,
Anastasia. You’re making me question my judgment.” He turns and promptly
lea一ves the shower, grabbing a towel on the way and stalking out of the
bathroom, lea一ving me bereft and chilled under the hot water.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
Then the significance of what he’s just said dawns on me. Kidnap?
Fuck. Jack wanted to kidnap me? I recall the duct tape and not wanting to
think too deeply about why Jack had that. Does Christian ha一ve more
information? Hurriedly I wash myself, then shampoo and rinse my hair. I want
to know. I need to know. I am not going to let him keep me in the dark about
this.
Christian’s not in the bedroom when I come out. Jeez, he dresses quickly. I
do the same, throwing on my fa一vorite plum dress and black sandals, and I’m
conscious that I’ve chosen this outfit because Christian likes it. I vigorously
towel-dry my hair, then braid it and wind it into a bun. Fitting diamond studs
into my ears, I dash to the bathroom to apply a little mascara. Glancing at
myself in the mirror— I’m pale. Jeez, I’m always pale— I take a deep
steadying breath. I need to face the consequences of my rash decision to
actually enjoy myself with my friend. I sigh, knowing that Christian won’t see it
that way. Christian is nowhere to be seen in the great room. Mrs. Jones is
busying herself in the kitchen.
“Good morning, Ana,” she says sweetly.
“Morning,” I smile broadly at her. I am Ana again!
“Tea?”
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“Please.”
“Anything to eat?”
“Please. I’d like an omelet this morning.”
“With mushrooms and spinach?”
“And cheese.”
“Coming up.”
“Where’s Christian?”
“Mr. Grey’s in his study.”
“Has he had breakfast?” I glance at the two places set on the breakfast bar.
“No, ma’am.”
“Thanks.”
Christian is on the phone, dressed in a white shirt with no tie, looking like
every part the relaxed CEO. How deceptive appearances can be. Perhaps
he’s not going into the office after all. He glance
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