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Chapter 10
”Shewinksatme.“Sowhenareyouseeinghimagain?”
“Wednesday.We’rehavingdinner.”
“Soyoustilllikehim?”
“Yes.ButIdon’tknowabout…thefuture.”
“Why?”
“He’scomplicated,Kate.Youknow—heinhabitsaverydifferentworldtomine.”Greatexcuse.Believable,too.Muchbetterthan:He’sgotaRedRoomofPain,andhewantstomakemehissexslave.
“Oh,please,don’tletthisbeaboutmoney,Ana.Elliotsaidit’sveryunusualforChristiantodateanyone.”
“Didhe?”Myvoicehitchesupseveraloctaves.
Tooobvious,Steele!Mysubconsciousglaresatme,waggingherlong,skinnyfinger,thenmorphsintothescalesofjusticetoremindmehecouldsueifIdisclosetoomuch.Ha…what’shegoingtodo—takeallmymoney?ImustremembertoGoogle“penaltiesforbreachinganondisclosureagreement”whileI’mdoingtherestofmy“research.”It’slikeI’vebeengivenaschoolassignment.MaybeI’llbegraded.Iflush,rememberingmyAforthismorning’sbathexperiment.
“Ana,whatisit?”
“I’mjustrememberingsomethingChristiansaid.”
“Youlookdifferent,”Katesaysfondly.
“Ifeeldifferent.Sore,”Iconfess.
“Sore?”
“Alittle.”Iflush.
“Me,too.Men,”shesaysinmockdisgust.“They’reanimals.”Webothlaugh.
“You’resore?”Iexclaim.
“Yes…overuse.”
Igiggle.
“TellmeaboutElliottheoveruser,”IaskwhenI’vestoppedgiggling.Oh,IcanfeelmyselfrelaxingforthefirsttimesinceIwasinlineatthebar…beforethephonecallthatstartedallthis—whenIwasadmiringMr.
