me . . . and
just as I’m beginning to respond he releases me, his breathing quickening.
“Taylor will take you and Prescott to SIP,” he says, his eyes flaring with need.
“Taylor!” he calls. I flush, trying to recover some composure.
“Sir.” Taylor is standing in the doorway.
“Tell Prescott Mrs. Grey is going to work. Can you drive them, please?”
“Certainly.” Turning on his heel, Taylor disappears.
“If you could try to stay out of trouble today, I would appreciate it,”
Christian mutters.
“I’ll see what I can do.” I smile sweetly. A reluctant half smile tugs at
Christian’s lips, but he doesn’t give in to it.
“I’ll see you later, then,” he says coolly.
“Laters,” I whisper.
Prescott and I take the service elevator down to the basement garage in
order to a一void the media outside. Jack’s arrest, and the fact he was
apprehended in our apartment, is now public knowledge. As I settle into the
Audi, I wonder if there will be more paparazzi waiting at SIP
like the day our engagement was announced.
We drive a while in silence until I remember to call first Ray and then my mom
to reassure them Christian and I are safe. Mercifully, both calls are short and I
hang up just as we arrive outside SIP. As I feared, there’s a small crowd of
reporters and photographers lying in wait. They turn as one, looking
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“Are you sure you want to do this, Mrs. Grey?” Taylor asks. Part of me just
wants to go home, but that means spending the day with Mr. Burning Rage.
Hopefully with a little time he will gain some perspective. Jack is in police
custody, so Fifty should be happy, but he’s not. Part of me understands why;
too much of this is out of his control including me, but I don’t ha一ve time to
think about this now.
“Take me around to the delivery entrance, please, Taylor.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
It’s one o’clock and I’ve managed to immerse myself in work all morning.
There’s a knock and Elizabeth pops her head around the door.
“Can I ha一ve a moment?” she asks
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