I don’t know what I want any more.” My tone mirrors his, and it takes a
monumental effort to feign disinterest while I casually dip the tips of my
fingers into my moisturizer and smooth it gently over my face. I peer at myself
in the mirror. Blue eyes wide, face pale, but cheeks flushed. You’re doing
great. Don’t back down now. Don’t back down now.
“You don’t want me?” he whispers.
Oh—no . . . oh no you don’t, Grey.
“I’m still here aren’t I?” I snap. Taking my mascara, I apply some first to my
right eye.
“You’ve thought about lea一ving?” His words are barely audible.
“When one’s husband prefers the company of his ex-mistress it’s usually not
a good sign.” I pitch the disdain at just the right level, evading his question.
Lip gloss now. I pout my shiny lips at the image in the mirror. Stay strong,
Steele . . . um—Grey. Holy fuck, I can’t even remember my name. I pick up
my boots, stride over to the bed once more, and quickly put them on, tugging
them up over my knees. Yep. I look hot just in underwear and boots. I know.
Standing, I gaze dispassionately at him. He blinks at me, and his eyes tra一vel
swiftly and greedily down my body.
“I know what you’re doing here,” he murmurs, and his voice has acquired a
warm, seductive edge.
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“Do you?” And my voice cracks . No, Ana . . . hold on. He swallows and
takes a step forward. I step back and hold my hands up.
“Don’t even think about it, Grey,” I whisper menacingly.
“You’re my wife,” he says softly, threateningly.
“I’m the pregnant woman you abandoned yesterday, and if you touch me I will
scream the place down.”
His eyebrows rise in disbelief. “You’d scream?”
“Bloody murder.” I narrow my eyes.
“No one would hear you,” he murmurs, his gaze intense, and briefly I’m
reminded of our morning in Aspen. No. No. No.
“Are you trying to frighten me?” I mutter breathless, deliberately trying to
derail him.
It works. He stills and swallows. “That wasn’t my intention.” He frowns.
I can barely breathe. If he
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