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Chapter 3
Wehavealarge4x4here,sohe’llbeabletotaketheequipment,too.”
“Mr.Grey?”Tayloraskswhenhereachesus,givingnothingaway.
“Please,canyoudrivethephotographer,hisassistant,andMissKavanaghbackhome?”
“Certainly,sir,”Taylorreplies.
“There.Nowcanyoujoinmeforcoffee?”Greysmilesasifit’sadonedeal.
Ifrown.
“Um—Mr.Grey,er—thisreally…look,Taylordoesn’thavetodrivethemhome.”IflashabrieflookatTaylor,whoremainsstoicallyimpassive.“I’llswapvehicleswithKate,ifyougivemeamoment.”
Greysmilesadazzling,unguarded,natural,all-teeth-showing,glorioussmile.Ohmy…HeopensthedoorofthesuitesoIcangoin.Iscootaroundhimtoreentertheroom,findingKatherineindeepdiscussionwithJosé.
“Ana,Ithinkhedefinitelylikesyou,”shesayswithnopreamblewhatsoever.Joséglaresatmewithdisapproval.“ButIdon’ttrusthim,”sheadds.Iraisemyhandupinthehopethatshe’llstoptalking.Bysomemiracle,shedoes.
“Kate,ifyoutakeWanda,canItakeyourcar?”
“Why?”
“ChristianGreyhasaskedmetogoforcoffeewithhim.”
Hermouthpopsopen.SpeechlessKate!Isavorthemoment.Shegrabsmebymyarmanddragsmeintothebedroomthat’soffthelivingareaofthesuite.
“Ana,there’ssomethingabouthim.”Hertoneisfullofwarning.“He’sgorgeous,Iagree,butIthinkhe’sdangerous.Especiallyforsomeonelikeyou.”
“Whatdoyoumean,someonelikeme?”Idemand,affronted.
“Aninnocentlikeyou,Ana.YouknowwhatImean,”shesaysalittleirritated.
