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He
leans
forward
.
“
Me
,
too
,
”
he
whispers
conspiratorially
.
My
eyes
shoot
up
to
meet
his
.
Him
?
Nervous
?
Never
.
I
blink
,
and
he
smiles
his
adorable
lopsided
smile
at
me
.
The
waiter
arrives
with
my
wine
,
a
small
dish
of
mixed
nuts
,
and
another
of
olives
.
“
So
,
how
are
we
going
to
do
this
?
”
I
ask
.
“
Run
through
my
points
one
by
one
?
”
“
Impatient
as
ever
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
“
Well
,
I
could
ask
you
what
you
thought
of
the
weather
today
.
”
He
smiles
,
and
his
long
fingers
reach
down
to
collect
an
olive
.
He
pops
it
in
his
mouth
,
and
my
eyes
linger
on
his
mouth
,
that
mouth
,
that
’
s
been
on
me
…
all
parts
of
me
.
I
flush
.
“
I
thought
the
weather
was
particularly
unexceptional
today
.
”
He
smirks
.
“
Are
you
smirking
at
me
,
Mr
.
Grey
?
”
“
I
am
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
