othing to it. Briefly I’m transported back to
the first time Christian took me to Escala . . . I was overwhelmed then. You
got used to it, my subconscious hisses at me. Christian frowns but takes my
hand, leading me through the various rooms. The state-of-the-art kitchen is
all pale marble countertops and black cupboards. There’s an impressive
wine cellar, and an expansive den downstairs, complete with large plasma
screen, soft couches . . . and a billiard table. I gape at it, and blush when
Christian catches me.
“Fancy a game?” he asks, a wicked gleam in his eye. I shake my head, and
his brow furrows once more. Taking my hand again, he leads me up to the
first floor. There are four bedrooms upstairs, each with an en suite bathroom.
The master suite is something else—the bed is huge, bigger than the bed at
home, and faces an enormous picture window looking out over Aspen and
toward the verdant mountains.
“That’s Ajax Mountain . . . or Aspen Mountain, if you like,”
Christian says, eyeing me warily. He’s standing in the doorway, his thumbs
hooked through the belt loops on his black jeans. I nod.
“You’re very quiet,” he murmurs.
“It’s lovely, Christian.” And suddenly I’m aching to be back at Escala.
In five long strides he’s standing in front of me, reaching up and tugging at my
chin, releasing my lower lip from the grip of my teeth.
“What is it?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
“You’re very rich.”
“Yes.”
“Sometimes, it just takes me by surprise, how wealthy you are.”
“We are.”
“We are,” I mutter automatically.
“Don’t stress about this, Ana, please. It’s just a house.”
“And what did Gia do here, exactly?”
“Gia?” He raises his eyebrows in surprise.
“Yes. She remodeled this place?”
“She did. She put the den in downstairs.” He rakes his hand through his hair
and frowns at me. “Why are we talking about Gia?”
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“Did you know she had a fling with Elliot?”
Christian gazes at me for a moment, gray eyes unreadable. “Elliot’s fucked
most of Seatt
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