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He
smiles
sardonically
.
“
Do
you
think
that
would
stop
me
?
”
he
says
softly
,
a
sensual
warning
.
My
eyes
widen
,
and
I
swallow
again
.
“
I
hope
so
.
”
“
Come
,
I
have
a
private
dining
room
booked
.
No
public
.
”
He
smiles
at
me
enigmatically
and
climbs
out
of
the
booth
,
holding
his
hand
out
to
me
.
“
Bring
your
wine
,
”
he
murmurs
.
Placing
my
hand
in
his
,
I
slide
out
and
stand
up
beside
him
.
He
releases
me
,
and
his
hand
reaches
for
my
elbow
.
He
leads
me
back
through
the
bar
and
up
the
grand
stairs
to
a
mezzanine
floor
.
A
young
man
in
full
Heathman
livery
approaches
us
.
“
Mr
.
Grey
,
this
way
,
sir
.
”
We
follow
him
through
a
plush
seating
area
to
an
intimate
dining
room
.
Just
one
secluded
table
.
The
room
is
small
but
sumptuous
.
Beneath
a
shimmering
chandelier
,
the
table
is
all
starched
linen
,
crystal
glasses
,
silver
cutlery
,
and
white
rose
bouquet
.
An
old
-
world
,
sophisticated
charm
pervades
the
wood
-
paneled
room
.
The
waiter
pulls
out
my
chair
,
and
I
sit
.
He
places
my
napkin
in
my
lap
.
Christian
sits
opposite
me
.
I
peek
up
at
him
.
“
Don
’
t
bite
your
lip
,
”
he
whispers
.
