leep, was so tortured last night . . . and so tortured
me last night. I gaze up at the ceiling, and it occurs to me that I always think of
Christian as strong and dominating—yet the reality is he’s so fragile, my lost
boy. And the irony is that he looks upon me as fragile—and I don’t think I am.
Compared to him I’m strong.
But am I strong enough for both of us? Strong enough to do what I’m told and
give him some peace of mind? I sigh. He’s not asking that much of me. I flit
through our conversation of last night. Did we decide anything other than to
both try harder? The bottom line is that I love this man, and I need to chart a
course for both of us. One that lets me keep my integrity and independence
but still be more for him. I am his more, and he is mine. I resolve to make a
special effort this weekend not to give him cause for concern.
Christian stirs and lifts his head off my chest, blinking sleepily at me.
“Good morning, Mr. Grey.” I smile.
“Good morning, Mrs. Grey. Did you sleep well?” He stretches out beside me.
“Once my husband stopped making that terrible racket on the piano, yes, I
did.”
He smiles his shy smile, and I melt. “Terrible racket? I’ll be sure to e-mail
Miss Kathie and let her know.”
“Miss Kathie?”
“My piano teacher.”
I giggle.
“That’s a lovely sound,” he says. “Shall we ha一ve a better day today?”
“Okay,” I agree. “What do you want to do?”
“After I ha一ve made love to my wife, and she’s cooked me breakfast, I’d like to
take her to Aspen.”
I gape at him. “Aspen?”
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“Yes.”
“Aspen, Colorado?”
“The very same. Unless they’ve moved it. After all, you did pay twenty-four
thousand dollars for the experience.”
I grin at him. “ That was your money.”
“Our money.”
“It was your money when I made the bid.” I roll my eyes.
“Oh, Mrs. Grey, you and your eye rolling,” he whispers as he runs his hand up
my thigh.
“Won’t it take hours to get to Colorado?” I ask to distract him.
“Not by jet,” he says silkily as his hand reaches my behi
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