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Chapter 5
It’sinthePikeMarketDistrict.”
“Notfarfromme.”Hesmiles.“SowhatareyougoingtodoforworkinSeattle?”
Whereishegoingwithallthesequestions?TheChristianGreyInquisitionisalmostasirritatingastheKatherineKavanaghInquisition.
“I’veappliedforsomeinternships.I’mwaitingtohear.”
“HaveyouappliedtomycompanyasIsuggested?”
Iflush…Ofcoursenot.“Um…no.”
“Andwhat’swrongwithmycompany?”
“Yourcompanyoryourcompany?”Ismirk.
“Areyousmirkingatme,MissSteele?”Hetiltshisheadtooneside,andIthinkhelooksamused,butit’shardtotell.Iflushandglancedownatmyunfinishedbreakfast.Ican’tlookhimintheeyewhenheusesthattoneofvoice.
“I’dliketobitethatlip,”hewhispersdarkly.
Igasp,completelyunawarethatIamchewingmybottomlipandmymouthpopsopen.Thathastobethesexiestthinganybodyhaseversaidtome.Myheartbeatspikes,andIthinkI’mpanting.Jeez,I’maquivering,mess,andhehasn’teventouchedme.Isquirminmyseatandmeethisdarkglare.
“Whydon’tyou?”Ichallengequietly.
“BecauseI’mnotgoingtotouchyou,Anastasia—notuntilIhaveyourwrittenconsenttodoso.”Hislipshintatasmile.
What?
“Whatdoesthatmean?”
“ExactlywhatIsay.”Hesighsandshakeshisheadatme,amusedbutexasperated,too.“Ineedtoshowyou,Anastasia.Whattimedoyoufinishworkthisevening?”
“Abouteight.”
“Well,wecouldgotoSeattlethiseveningornextSaturdayfordinneratmyplace,andI’llacquaintyouwiththefactsthen.
