nuendofree.
Christian’s gray gaze swings back to me. “Did she, now?” he murmurs.
“Listen, I’m all for standing around discussing what Ana did next, but shall we
go back inside?” Kate snaps. She stoops down, snatches up two logs, and
turns on her heel, stomping toward the door. Oh shit. Kate is mad—but I
know it’s not at me. Elliot sighs and, without a word, follows her out. I gaze
after them, but Christian distracts me. 268 | P a g e
E L JAMES
“You can ride a motorcycle?” he asks, his voice laced with disbelief.
“Not very well. Ethan taught me.”
His eyes frost immediately. “You made the right decision,” he says, his voice
much cooler. “The ground’s very hard at the moment, and the rain’s made it
treacherous and slippery.”
“Where do you want the fishing gear?” Ethan calls from outside.
“Lea一ve it, Ethan—Taylor will take care of it.”
“What about the fish?” Ethan continues, his voice vaguely taunting.
“You caught a fish?” I ask, surprised.
“Not me. Ka一vanagh did.” And Christian pouts . . . prettily. I burst out laughing.
“Mrs. Bentley will deal with that,” he calls back. Ethan grins and heads into
the house.
“Am I amusing you, Mrs. Grey?”
“Very much so. You’re wet . . . Let me run you a bath.”
“As long as you join me.” He leans down and kisses me.
I fill the large egg-shaped tub in the en suite bathroom and pour in some
expensive bath oil, which starts to foam immediately. The aroma is hea一venly
. . . jasmine, I think. Back in the bedroom, I start to hang The Dress while the
bath fills.
“Did you ha一ve a good time?” Christian asks as he enters the room. He’s just
in a T-shirt and sweat pants, his feet bare. He closes the door behind him.
“Yes,” I murmur, drinking him in. I ha一ve missed him. Ridiculous—
it’s only been what, a few hours?
He cocks his head to one side and gazes at me. “What is it?”
“I was thinking how much I’ve missed you.”
“You sound like you ha一ve it bad, Mrs. Grey.”
“I ha一ve, Mr. Grey.”
He strolls toward me until he’s standing in front of me. “What did
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