.” Christian is adamant. I glare at him, and only
then do I notice that he’s in the same pajama bottoms and Tshirt he was
wearing last night.
“Are you going to work?” I ask.
“No.”
Am I going crazy? “It is Monday, right?”
He smiles. “Last time I looked.”
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I narrow my eyes. “Are you playing hooky?”
“I’m not lea一ving you here on your own to get into trouble. And Dr. Singh said it
would be a week before you could go back to work. Remember?”
I slide onto a bar stool beside him and hoist my skirt up a little. Mrs. Jones
places a cup of tea in front of me.
“You look good,” Christian says. I cross my legs. “Very good. Especially
here.” He traces a finger over the bare flesh that shows above my thighhighs.
My pulse quickens as his finger runs across my skin. “This skirt is very
short,” he murmurs, vague disapproval in his voice as his eyes follow his
finger.
“Is it? I hadn’t noticed.”
Christian gazes at me, mouth twisted in an amused yet exasperated smirk.
“Really, Mrs. Grey?”
I blush.
“I’m not sure this look is suitable for the workplace,” he murmurs.
“Well, since I’m not going to work, that’s a moot point.”
“Moot?”
“Moot,” I mouth.
Christian smirks again and resumes eating his omelet. “I ha一ve a better idea.”
“You do?”
He glances at me through long lashes, gray eyes darkening. I inhale sharply.
Oh my. About time.
“We can go see how Elliot’s getting on with the house.”
What? Oh! Tease! I vaguely remember we were supposed to do that before
Ray was injured.
“I’d love to.”
“Good.” he grins.
“Don’t you ha一ve to work?”
“No. Ros is back from Taiwan. That all went well. Today, everything’s fine.”
“I thought you were going to Taiwan.”
He snorts again. “Ana, you were in the hospital.”
“Oh.”
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wife.” He smacks his lips together as he takes a sip of coffee.
“Quality time?” I can’t disguise the hope in my voice. Mrs. Jones places my
scrambled eggs in front of me, again failin
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