ment that I am
beginning to tolerate women ogling my husband. Almost. Christian clasps my
hand and kisses my knuckles.
“You ha一ve nothing to be jealous of, Mrs. Grey,” he murmurs close to my ear,
his breath tickling me.
“I know.”
“Good.”
The waitress returns, and moments later I’m sipping another glass of
champagne.
“Here.” Christian hands me a glass of water. “Drink this.”
I frown at him and see, rather than hear, his sigh.
“Three glasses of white wine at dinner and two of champagne, after a
strawberry daiquiri and two glasses of Frascati at lunchtime. Drink. Now,
Ana.”
How does he know about the cocktails this afternoon? I scowl at him. But
actually he does ha一ve a point. Taking the glass of water, I down it in a most
unladylike manner to register my protest at being told what to do . . . again. I
wipe my hand across the back of my mouth.
“Good girl,” he says, smirking. “You’ve vomited on me once already. I don’t
wish to experience that again in a hurry.”
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about. You got to sleep with me.”
He smiles and his eyes soften. “Yeah, I did.”
Ethan and Mia are back.
“Ethan’s had enough, for now. Come on, girls—let’s hit the floor. Strike a
pose, throw some shapes, work off the calories from the chocolate mousse.”
Kate stands immediately. “Coming?” she asks Elliot.
“Let me watch you,” he says. And I ha一ve to look away quickly, blushing at the
look he gives her. She grins as I stand.
“I’m going to burn some calories,” I say, and leaning down I whisper in
Christian’s ear, “You can watch me.”
“Don’t bend over,” he growls.
“Okay.” I stand abruptly. Whoa! Head rush and I clutch Christian’s shoulder
as the room shifts and tilts a little.
“Perhaps you should ha一ve some more water,” Christian murmurs, a warning
clear in his voice.
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“I’m fine. These seats are low and my heels are high.”
Kate takes my hand, and taking a deep breath I follow her and Mia, perfectly
poised, onto the dance floor.
The music is pulsing, a techno
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