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Fifty Shades Freed (Fifty Shades #3) Page 58
Author: E.L. James

"It's late. Bed." He gives my behind a playful slap.

"Ah! I should clean up in here." There is hair all over the floor. Christian frowns, as if the thought would never have occurred to him. "Okay, I'll get the broom," he says wryly. "I don't want you embarrassing the staff with your lack of appropriate attire."

"Do you know where the broom is?" I ask innocently. This stops Christian in his tracks. "Um . . . no."

I laugh. "I'll go."

I climb into bed and wait for Christian to join me, I reflect on how differently this day could have ended. I was so mad at him earlier, and he with me. How am I going to deal with this running-a-company nonsense? I have no desire to run my own company. I am not him. I need to head this off at the pass. Perhaps I should have a safe word for when he's being overbearing and domineering . . . for when he's being an arse. I giggle. Perhaps the safe word should be arse. I find the thought very appealing.

"What?" he says as he climbs into bed beside me wearing only his pajama pants.

"Nothing. Just an idea."

"What idea?" he asks, stretching out beside me.

Here goes nothing. "Christian, I don't think I want to run a company."

He props himself up on his elbow and gazes down at me. "Why do you say that?"

"Because it's not something that has ever appealed to me."

"You're more than capable, Anastasia."

"I like to read books, Christian. Running a company will take me away from that."

"You could be the creative head."

I frown.

"You see," he continues, "running a successful company is all about embracing the talent of the individuals you have at your disposal. If that's where your talents and your interests lie, then you structure the company to enable that."

What?

"Don't dismiss it out of hand, Anastasia. You're a very capable woman. I think you could do anything you wanted if you put your mind to it."

Whoa? How can he possibly know that I'd be any good at this?

"I'm also worried it will take up too much of my time."

Christian frowns.

"Time I could devote to you." I deploy my secret weapon. His gaze darkens. "I know what you're doing," he murmurs, amused.

Damn it!

"What?" I feign innocence.

"You're trying to distract me from the issue at hand. You always do that. Just don't dismiss the idea, Ana. Think about it. That's all I ask."

He leans down and kisses me chastely, then skims his thumb down my cheek. This argument is going to run and run. I smile up at him - and something he said earlier today pops unbidden into my mind.

"Can I ask you something?" My voice is soft, tentative.

"Of course."

"Earlier today you said if I was angry with you, I should take it out on you in bed. What did you mean?"

He stills. "What did you think I meant?"

Holy shit . . . I should just say it. "That you wanted me to tie you up."

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Um . . . no. That's not what I meant at all."

"Oh." I'm surprised by my slight twinge of disappointment.

"You want to tie me up?" he asks, obviously reading my expression correctly. He sounds shocked. I blush.

"Well . . ."

"Ana, I . . ." he stops, and something dark crosses his face.

"Christian," I whisper, alarmed. I move so that I am lying on my side, propped up on my elbow like him. Reaching over, I caress his face. His eyes are large and fearful. He shakes his head sadly. Shit!

"Christian, stop. It doesn't matter. I thought that's what you meant."

He takes my hand and places it on his pounding heart. Fuck! What is it?

"Ana, I don't know how I'd feel about you touching me if I was restrained."

My scalp prickles. It's like he's confessing something deep and dark.

"This is still too new." His voice is low and raw.

Fuck. It was just a question . . . and I realize that he's come a long way, but he still has a long way to go. Oh, Fifty, Fifty, Fifty. Anxiety grips my heart. I lean over and he freezes, but I plant a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth.

"Christian, I got the wrong idea. Please don't worry about it. Please don't think about it." I kiss him. He closes his eyes and groans and reciprocates, pushing me down into the mattress, his hands clasping my chin. And soon we're lost . . . lost in each other again.

Chapter Nine

When I wake before the alarm the following morning, Christian is wrapped around me like ivy, his head on my chest, his arm around my waist and his leg between mine - and he's on my side of the bed. It's always the same, if we argue the night before, this is how he ends up, coiled around me, making me hot and bothered.

Oh, Fifty. He is so needy on some level. Who would have thought?

The familiar vision of Christian as a dirty, wretched little boy haunts me. Gently, I stroke his shorter hair and my melancholy recedes. He stirs, and his sleepy eyes meet mine. He blinks a couple of times as he wakes.

"Hi," he murmurs and smiles.

"Hi." I love waking to that smile.

He nuzzles my br**sts and hums appreciatively deep in his throat. His hand travels down from my waist, skimming over the cool satin of my nightgown.

"What a tempting morsel you are," he mutters. "But, tempting though you are," he glances at the alarm, "I have to get up." He stretches out, untangling himself from me, and rises. I lie back, put my hands behind my head, and enjoy the show -

Christian stripping for his shower. He is perfect. I wouldn't change a hair on his head . . . well, except when his hair gets too long.

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