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Chapter 25
Butthankyouforasking.We’lltakeCharlieTango.”
Oh,thehelicopterofcourse,sillyme.Moreflying…cool!Igrin.
“CanIwashyou?”Iask.
“Idon’tthinkso,”hemurmurs,andhekissesmegentlyonmynecktotakethestingoutofhisrefusal.Ipoutatthewallashecaressesmybackwithsoap.
“Willyoueverletmetouchyou?”Iaskboldly.
Hestillsagain,hishandonmybehind.
“Putyourhandsonthewall,Anastasia.I’mgoingtotakeyouagain,”hemurmursinmyearashegrabsmyhips,andIknowthatthediscussionisover.
LATER,WEARESEATEDatthebreakfastbar,dressedinbathrobes,havingconsumedMrs.Jones’sratherexcellentpastaallevongole.
“Morewine?”Christianasks,grayeyesglowing.
“Asmallglass,please.”TheSancerreiscrispanddelicious.Christianpoursoneformeandoneforhimself.
“How’sthe,um…situationthatbroughtyoutoSeattle?”Iasktentatively.
Hefrowns.“Outofhand,”hemurmursbitterly.“Butnothingforyoutoworryabout,Anastasia.Ihaveplansforyouthisevening.”
“Oh?”
“Yes.Iwantyoureadyandwaitinginmyplayroominfifteenminutes.”Hestandsandgazesdownatme.
“Youcangetreadyinyourroom.Incidentally,thewalk-inclosetisnowfullofclothesforyou.Idon’twantanyargumentsaboutthem.”Henarrowshiseyes,daringmetosaysomething.WhenIdon’t,hestalksofftohisstudy.
Me!Argue?Withyou,FiftyShades?It’smorethanmybackside’sworth.Isitonthebarstool,momentarilystupefied,tryingtoassimilatethismorselofinformation.He’sboughtmeclothes.
