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Chapter 46
Chapter 46
"Yes."
My cell phone starts ringing. Kate, I bet.
"Excuse me." It's in the kitchen. I wander over and lean across the breakfast bar, not checking the
number.
"Kate."
"Dios mio! Ana!" Holy crap, it's Jose. He sounds desperate. "Where are youI've been trying to contact
you. I need to see you, to apologize for my behavior on Friday. Why haven't you returned my calls?"
"Look Jose, now's not a good time." I glance anxiously over at Christian who's watching me intently, his
face impassive as he murmurs something to his mom. I turn my back to him.
"Where are youKate is being so evasive," he whines.
"I'm in Seattle."
"What are you doing in SeattleAre you with him?"
"Jose, I'll call you later. I can't talk to you now." I hang up.
I walk as nonchalantly back to Christian and his mother. Grace is in full flow.
"... And Elliot called to say you were around - I haven't seen you for two weeks, darling."
"Did he now?" Christian murmurs, gazing at me, his expression unreadable.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
"I thought we might have lunch together, but I can see you have other plans, and I don't want to
interrupt your day." She gathers up her long cream coat and turns to him, offering him her cheek. He
kisses her briefly, sweetly. She doesn't touch him.
"I have to drive Anastasia back to Portland."
"Of course, darling. Anastasia, it's been such a pleasure. I do hope we meet again."
She holds her hand out to me, her eyes glowing, and we shake.
Taylor appears from... where?
"Mrs. Grey?" he asks.
"Thank you, Taylor." He escorts her from the room and through the double doors to the foyer. Taylor
was here the whole timeHow long has he been hereWhere has he been?
Christian glares at me.
"So the photographer called?"
Crap.
"Yes."
"What did he want?"
"Just to apologize, you know - for Friday."
Christian narrows his eyes.
"I see," he says simply.
Taylor reappears.
"Mr. Grey, there's an issue with the Darfur shipment."
Christian nods curtly at him.
"Charlie Tango back at Boeing Field?"
"Yes sir."
Taylor nods at me.
"Miss Steele."
I smile tentatively back at him, and he turns and leaves.
"Does he live hereTaylor?"
"Yes." His tone is clipped. What is his problem?
Christian heads over to the kitchen and picks up his BlackBerry, scrolling through some emails, I
assume. His mouth presses in a hard line, and he makes a call.
"Ros, what's the issue?" he snaps. He listens, watching me, gray eyes speculative, as I stand in the
middle of the huge room wondering what to do with myself, feeling extraordinarily self-conscious and
out of place.
"I'm not having either crew put at risk. No, cancel... We'll air drop instead... Good."
He hangs up. The warmth in his eyes has disappeared. He looks forbidding, and with one quick glance
at me, he heads into his study and returns a moment later.
"This is the contract. Read it, and we'll discuss it next weekend. May I suggest you do some research,
so you know what's involved." He pauses. "That's if you agree, and I really hope you do." He adds, his
tone softer, anxious.
"Research?"
"You'll be amazed what you can find on the Internet," he murmurs.
Internet! I don't have access to a computer, only Kate's laptop, and I couldn't use Clayton's, not for this
sort of 'research' surely?
"What is it?" he asks, cocking his head to one side.
"I don't have a computer. I'll see if I can use Kate's laptop."
He hands me a manila envelope.
"I'm sure I can... err, lend you one. Grab your things, we'll drive back to Portland and grab some lunch
on the way. I need to dress."
"I'll just make a call," I murmur. I just want to hear Kate's voice. He frowns.
"The photographer?" His jaw clenches, and his eyes burn. I blink at him. "I don't like to share, Miss
Steele. Remember that." His quiet, chilling tone is a warning, and with one long, cold look at me, he
heads back to the bedroom.
Holy crap. I just wanted to call Kate, I want to call after him, but his sudden aloofness has left me
paralyzed. What happened to the generous, relaxed, smiling man who was making love to me not half
an hour ago?
"Ready?" Christian asks as we stand by the double doors to the foyer.
I nod uncertainly. He's resumed his distant, polite, uptight persona, his mask back up and on show.
He's carrying a leather messenger bag. Why does he need thatPerhaps he's staying in Portland, and
then I remember graduation. Oh yes... he'll be there on Thursday.
He's wearing a black leather jacket. He certainly doesn't look like the multi-multi million-aire, billionaire,
what-ever-aire, in these clothes. He looks like a boy from the wrong side of the tracks, maybe a badly
behaved rock star or a catwalk model. I sigh inwardly, wishing I had a tenth of his poise. He's so calm
and controlled. I frown, recalling his outburst about Jose... Well, he seems to be.
Taylor is hovering in the background.
"Tomorrow then," he says to Taylor who nods.
"Yes sir. Which car are you taking, sir?"
He looks down at me briefly.
"The R8."
"Safe trip, Mr. Grey. Miss Steele." Taylor looks kindly at me, though perhaps there's a hint of pity hidden
in the depths of his eyes.
No doubt he thinks I've succumbed to Mr. Grey's dubious sexual habits. Not yet, just his exceptional
sexual habits, or perhaps sex is like that for everyone. I frown at the thought. I have no comparison,
and I can't ask Kate. That's something I am going to have to address with Christian. It's perfectly
natural that I should talk to someone - and I can't talk to him if he is so open one minute and so
standoffish the next.
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