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“
Your
thoughts
?
”
he
prompts
me
.
“
This
is
my
favorite
tea
.
”
My
voice
is
quiet
,
breathy
.
I
simply
can
’
t
believe
I
’
m
sitting
opposite
Christian
Grey
in
a
coffee
shop
in
Portland
.
He
frowns
.
He
knows
I
’
m
hiding
something
.
I
pop
the
teabag
into
the
teapot
and
almost
immediately
fish
it
out
again
with
my
teaspoon
.
As
I
place
the
used
teabag
back
on
the
side
plate
,
he
cocks
his
head
,
gazing
quizzically
at
me
.
“
I
like
my
tea
black
and
weak
,
”
I
mutter
as
an
explanation
.
“
I
see
.
Is
he
your
boyfriend
?
”
Whoa
…
What
?
“
Who
?
”
“
The
photographer
.
José
Rodriguez
.
”
I
laugh
,
nervous
but
curious
.
What
gave
him
that
impression
?
“
No
.
José
’
s
a
good
friend
of
mine
,
that
’
s
all
.
Why
did
you
think
he
was
my
boyfriend
?
”
“
The
way
you
smiled
at
him
,
and
he
at
you
.
”
His
gaze
holds
mine
.
He
’
s
so
unnerving
.
I
want
to
look
away
but
I
’
m
caught
—
spellbound
.
