’re okay.”
He gapes at her. “That I’m okay?” he scoffs, disbelieving.
“Yes.”
“I’m fine. There, question answered. Now Taylor will run you to Sea-Tac so
you can go back to the East Coast. And if you take one step west of the
Mississippi it’s all gone. Understand?”
Holy fuck . . . Christian! I gape at him. What the fuck is eating him?
He cannot confine her to one side of the country.
“Yes. I understand,” Leila says quietly.
“Good.” Christian’s tone is more conciliatory.
“It might not be convenient for Leila to go back now. She has plans,” I object,
outraged on her behalf.
Christian glares at me. “Anastasia,” he warns, his voice icy, “this does not
concern you.”
I scowl at him. Of course it concerns me—she’s in my office. There must be
more to this than I know. He’s not being rational. Fifty Shades, my
subconscious hisses at me.
“Leila came to see me, not you,” I murmur petulantly. Leila turns to me, her
eyes impossibly wide.
“I had my instructions, Mrs. Grey. I disobeyed them.” She glances nervously
at my husband, then back at me.
“This is the Christian Grey I know,” she says, her tone sad and wistful.
Christian frowns at her, while all the breath evaporates from my lungs. I can’t
breathe. Was Christian like this with her all the time?
Was he like this with me, at first? I find it hard to remember. Giving me a
forlorn smile, Leila rises from the table.
“I’d like to stay until tomorrow. My flight is at noon,” she says quietly to
Christian.
“I’ll ha一ve someone collect you at ten to take you to the airport.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re at Susannah’s?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
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I glare at Christian. He can’t dictate to her like this . . . and how does he know
where Susannah lives?
“Goodbye, Mrs. Grey. Thank you for seeing me.”
I stand and hold out my hand. She takes it gratefully and we shake.
“Um . . . goodbye. Good luck,” I mutter, because I’m not sure what the
protocol is for saying farewell to my husband’s ex-submissive. She nods and
turns to him. “Good
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