Fifty Shades Trilogy 02 - Fifty Shades Darker

concerned.
    “Nothing.” I shake my head at him. “Okay, I’ll meet Claude.”
    “You will?” Christian’s face lights up in astounded disbelief. His expression makes me smile He looks like he’s won the lottery, though Christian’s probably never even bought a ticket—he has no need.
    “Yes, jeez—if it makes you that happy,” I scoff.
    He tightens his arms around me and kisses my cheek. “You have no idea,” he whispers. “So—what would you like to do today?” He nuzzles me, sending delicious tingles through my body.
    “I’d like to get my hair cut, and um . . . I need to bank a check and buy a car.”
    “Ah,” he says knowingly and bites his lip. Taking one hand off me, he reaches into his jeans pocket and holds up the key to my little Audi.
    “It’s here,” he says quietly, his expression uncertain.
    “What do you mean, it’s here?” Boy. I sound angry. Crap. I am angry. My subconscious glares at him. How dare he !
    “Taylor brought it back yesterday.”
    I open my mouth then close it and repeat the process twice, but I have been rendered speechless. He’s giving me back the car. Double crap. Why didn’t I foresee this? Well, two can play at that game. I fish in the back pocket of my jeans and pull out the envelope with his check.
    “Here, this is yours.”
    Christian looks at me quizzically, then recognizing the envelope, raises both his hands and steps away from me.
    “Oh no. That’s your money.”
    “No, it isn’t. I’d like to buy the car from you.”
    His expression changes completely. Fury—yes, fury—sweeps across his face.
    “No, Anastasia. Your money, your car,” he snaps at me.
    “No, Christian. My money, your car. I’ll buy it from you.”
    “I gave you that car for your graduation present.”
    “If you’d given me a pen—that would be a suitable graduation present. You gave me an Audi.”
    “Do you really want to argue about this?”
    “No.”
    “Good—here are the keys.” He puts them on the chest of drawers.
    “That’s not what I meant!”
    “End of discussion, Anastasia. Don’t push me.”
    I scowl at him, then inspiration hits me. Taking the envelope, I rip it in two, then two again and drop the contents into my waste bin. Oh, that feels good.
    Christian gazes at me impassively, but I know I’ve just lit the blue touch paper and should stand well back. He strokes his chin.
    “You are, as ever, challenging, Miss Steele,” he says dryly. He turns on his heel and stalks into the other room. That is not the reaction I expected. I was anticipating full scale Armageddon. I stare at myself in the mirror and shrug, deciding on a ponytail.  
    My curiosity is piqued. What is Fifty doing? I follow him into the room, and he’s on the phone.
    “Yes, twenty-four thousand dollars. Directly.”
    He glances up at me, still impassive.
    “Good . . . Monday? Excellent . . . No that’s all, Andrea.”
    He snaps the phone shut.
    “Deposited in your bank account, Monday. Don’t play games with me.” He’s boiling mad, but I don’t care.
    “Twenty-four thousand dollars!” I’m almost screaming. “And how do you know my account number?”
    My ire takes Christian by surprise.
    “I know everything about you, Anastasia,” he says quietly.
    “There’s no way my car was worth twenty-four thousand dollars.”
    “I would agree with you, but it’s about knowing your market, whether you’re buying or selling. Some lunatic out there wanted that death trap and was willing to pay that amount of money. Apparently, it’s a classic. Ask Taylor if you don’t believe me.”  
    I glower at him and he glowers back, two angry stubborn fools glaring at each other.
    And I feel it, the pull—the electricity between us—tangible, drawing us together. Suddenly he grabs me and pushes me up against the door, his mouth on mine, claiming me hungrily, one hand on my behind pressing me to his groin and the other in the nape of my hair, tugging my head back. My fingers are in his hair, twisting hard, holding him to me. He grinds his body into mine, imprisoning me, his breathing ragged. I feel him. He wants me, and I’m heady and reeling with excitement as I acknowledge his need for me.
    “Why, why do you defy me?” he mumbles between his heated kisses.
    My blood sings in my veins. Will he always have this effect on me? And I on him?
    “Because I can.” I’m breathless. I feel rather than see his smile against my neck, and he presses his forehead to