“What is it?”
He shrugs. The hum of an approaching car engine distracts me. It’s throaty . .
. familiar. As I turn to find the source of the noise, it stops suddenly. Taylor is
climbing out of a sleek white sports car parked in front of us. What?
Oh shit! It’s an R8. I whip my head back to Christian, who’s watching me
warily. “You can buy me one for my birthday . . . a white one, I think.”
“Happy birthday,” he says, and I know he’s gauging my reaction. I gape at
him because that’s all I can do. He holds out a key.
“You are completely over the top,” I whisper. He’s bought me a fucking Audi
R8! Holy shit. Just like I asked! My face splits in a huge grin, and my inner
goddess does a backflip off the high pe. I jump up and down on the spot in
a moment of unguarded and unbridled overexcitement. Christian’s
expression mirrors mine, and I dance forward into his waiting arms. He
swings me around.
“You ha一ve more money than sense!” I whoop. “I love it! Thank you.” He stops
and dips me low suddenly, startling me, so that I ha一ve to grasp his upper
arms.
“Anything for you, Mrs. Grey.” He grins down at me. Oh my. What a very
public display of affection. He bends and kisses me. “Come. Let’s go see
your dad.”
“Yes. And I get to drive?”
He grins down at me. “Of course. It’s yours.” He stands me up and releases
me, and I hurry around to the driver’s door. Taylor opens it for me, smiling
broadly. “Happy birthday, Mrs. 349 | P a g e
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Grey.”
“Thank you, Taylor.” I startle him by giving him a swift hug, which he returns
awkwardly. He’s still blushing when I climb into the car, and he closes the
door promptly once I’m inside.
“Drive safe, Mrs. Grey,” he says gruffly. I beam up at him, barely able to
contain my excitement.
“Will do.” I promise, putting the key in the ignition as Christian stretches out
beside me.
“Take it easy. Nobody chasing us now,” he warns. When I turn the key, the
engine thunders to life. I check the rearview and side mirrors, and spotting a
rare m
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