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He
stills
again
,
his
hand
on
my
behind
.
“
Put
your
hands
on
the
wall
,
Anastasia
.
I
’
m
going
to
take
you
again
,
”
he
murmurs
in
my
ear
as
he
grabs
my
hips
,
and
I
know
that
the
discussion
is
over
.
LATER
,
WE
ARE
SEATED
at
the
breakfast
bar
,
dressed
in
bathrobes
,
having
consumed
Mrs
.
Jones
’
s
rather
excellent
pasta
alle
vongole
.
“
More
wine
?
”
Christian
asks
,
gray
eyes
glowing
.
“
A
small
glass
,
please
.
”
The
Sancerre
is
crisp
and
delicious
.
Christian
pours
one
for
me
and
one
for
himself
.
“
How
’
s
the
,
um
…
situation
that
brought
you
to
Seattle
?
”
I
ask
tentatively
.
He
frowns
.
“
Out
of
hand
,
”
he
murmurs
bitterly
.
“
But
nothing
for
you
to
worry
about
,
Anastasia
.
I
have
plans
for
you
this
evening
.
”
“
Oh
?
”
“
Yes
.
I
want
you
ready
and
waiting
in
my
playroom
in
fifteen
minutes
.
”
He
stands
and
gazes
down
at
me
.
“
You
can
get
ready
in
your
room
.
Incidentally
,
the
walk
-
in
closet
is
now
full
of
clothes
for
you
.
I
don
’
t
want
any
arguments
about
them
.
”
He
narrows
his
eyes
,
daring
me
to
say
something
.
When
I
don
’
t
,
he
stalks
off
to
his
study
.
