ifty Shades Freed
“I’ll fetch Miss Grey and Mr. Ka一vanagh,” Taylor says. Christian nods then
leads me to the front door. My feet are throbbing, and I stumble after him. At
the front door he bends down, grasps my ankle, and gently pries off first one
shoe, then the other. Oh, the relief. He straightens and gazes down at me,
holding my Manolos.
“Better?” he asks, amused.
I nod.
“I had delightful visions of these around my ears,” he murmurs, staring down
wistfully at my shoes. He shakes his head and, taking my hand once more,
leads me through the darkened house, and up the stairs to our bedroom.
“You’re wrecked, aren’t you?” he says softly, staring down at me. I nod. He
starts to unbuckle the belt on my trench coat.
“I’ll do it,” I mutter, making a halfhearted attempt to brush him off.
“Let me.”
I sigh. I had no idea I was this tired.
“It’s the altitude. You’re not used to it. And the drinking, of course.” He smirks
and pests me of my coat and throws it on one of the bedroom chairs.
Taking my hand, he leads me into the bathroom. What? Why are we going in
here?
“Sit,” he says.
I sit on the chair and close my eyes. I hear him messing around with bottles
on the vanity unit. I am too tired to open my eyes to find out what he’s doing.
A moment later he tips my head back. Now I open my eyes, in surprise.
“Eyes closed,” Christian says . Holy crap, he’s holding a cotton ball!
Gently, he wipes it over my right eye. I sit stunned as he methodically
removes my makeup.
“Ah. There’s the woman I married,” he says after a few wipes.
“You don’t like makeup?”
“I like it well enough, but I prefer what’s beneath it.” He kisses my forehead.
“Here. Take these.” He puts some Advil into my palm and hands me a glass
of water.
I look up at him, pouting.
“Take them,” he orders.
I roll my eyes, but do as I’m told.
“Good. Do you need a private moment?” he asks sardonically. 286 | P a g e
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I snort. “So coy, Mr. Grey. Yes, I need to pee.”
He laughs. “You expect me to lea一ve?”
I giggle. “Yo
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