ve. Kate beams at me and holds up her hand. The ring is
exquisite—a single solitaire in a fine elaborate claw with tiny diamonds on
either side. It has a retro Victorian look to it.
“It’s beautiful.”
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She nods in delight and, reaching over, squeezes Elliot’s thigh. He leans
down and kisses her.
“Get a room,” I call out.
Elliot grins.
A young woman with short dark hair and a mischievous smile, wearing
regulation, black satin, hot pants, comes to take our order.
“What do you want to drink?” Christian asks.
“You’re not picking up the tab for this, too,” Elliot grumbles.
“Don’t start that shit, Elliot,” Christian says mildly. Despite the objections of
Kate, Elliot and Ethan, Christian has paid for the meal we just consumed. He
simply wa一ved them aside and would not hear of anyone else paying. I gaze
at him lovingly. My Fifty Shades . . . always in control.
Elliot opens his mouth to say something but, wisely perhaps, closes it again.
“I’ll ha一ve a beer,” he says.
“Kate?” Christian asks.
“More champagne, please. The Cristal is delicious. But I’m sure Ethan would
prefer a beer.” She smiles sweetly— yes, sweetly—at Christian. She is
incandescent with happiness. I feel it radiating off her, and it’s a pleasure to
bask in her joy.
“Ana?”
“Champagne, please.”
“Bottle of Cristal, three Peronis, and a bottle of iced mineral water, six
glasses,” he says in his usual authoritative, no-nonsense manner. It’s kinda
hot.
“Thank you, sir. Coming right up.” Miss Hot Pants Number Two gives him a
gracious smile, but he’s spared the fluttering of eyelashes though her cheeks
redden a little.
I shake my head in resignation. He’s mine, girlfriend.
“What?” he asks me.
“She didn’t flutter her eyelashes at you.” I smirk. He blinks at me. “Oh. Was
she supposed to?” he asks, and I can tell he’s amused.
“Women usually do.” My tone is ironic.
He grins. “Mrs. Grey, are you jealous?”
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“Not in the slightest.” I pout at him. And I realize in that mo
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