Fifty Shades Trilogy 02 - Fifty Shades Darker

boathouse later. I flush at the thought and glance at him as I take my seat. He stares at me, the ghost of a smile crossing his lips.  
    Phew . . . he’s no longer mad at a missed opportunity, though maybe I am. I feel frustrated—irritable even. Christian squeezes my hand, and we both listen attentively to Carrick, who is back on stage talking about Coping Together. Christian passes me another card—a list of the auction prizes. I scan them quickly.
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    Auction Gifts And Gracious Donors for Coping Together

    Signed Baseball Bat from the Mariners – Dr. Emily Mainwaring
    Gucci Purse, Wallet & Keyring – Andrea Washington
    One Day Voucher for Two at Esclava, Braeburn Center – Elena Lincoln
    Landscape and Garden Design – Gia Matteo
    Coco De Mer Coffret & Perfume Beauty Selection – Elizabeth Austin
    Venetian Mirror – Mr. and Mrs. J. Bailey
    Two Cases of Wine of Your Choice from Alban Estates – Alban Estates
    2 VIP Tickets for XTY in Concert – Mrs. L. Yesyov
    Race Day at Daytona – EMC Britt Inc.
    Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen First Edition – Dr. A. F. M. Lace-Field
    Drive an Aston Martin DB7 for a day – Mr. & Mrs. L. W. Nora
    Oil Painting Into the Blue by J. Trouton – Kelly Trouton
    Gliding Lesson – Seattle Soarers Club
    Weekend Break for Two at the Heathman, Portland – The Heathman
    One weekend stay in Aspen, Colorado (Sleeps 6) – Mr. C. Grey
    One Week Stay Aboard the SusieCue Yacht (6 berths) Moored in St Lucia – Dr. & Mrs. Larin
    One Week at Lake Adriana, MONTANA (sleeps 8) – Mr. & Dr. Grey
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    Holy shit. I blink up at Christian.
    “You own property in Aspen?” I hiss. The auction is underway, and I have to keep my voice down.
    He nods, surprised at my outburst and irritated, I think.   He puts his finger to his lips to silence me.
    “Do you have property elsewhere?” I whisper.
    He nods again and inclines his head to one side in a warning.
    The whole room erupts with cheering and applause; one of the prizes has gone for twelve thousand dollars.
    “I’ll tell you later,” Christian says quietly. “I wanted to come with you,” he adds rather sulkily.  
    Well, you didn’t. I pout and I realize that I’m still querulous, and no doubt, it’s the frustrating effect of the balls. My mood darkens after seeing Mrs. Robinson on the list of generous donors.  
    I glance around the marquee to see if I can spot her, but I can’t see her telltale hair. Surely Christian would have warned me if she was invited tonight. I sit and stew, applauding when necessary, as each lot is sold for astonishing amounts of money.
    The bidding moves to Christian’s place in Aspen and reaches twenty thousand dollars.
    “Going once, going twice,” the MC calls.
    And I don’t know what possesses me, but I suddenly hear my own voice ringing out clearly over the throng.
    “Twenty-four thousand dollars!”
    Every mask at the table turns to me in shocked amazement, the biggest reaction of all coming from beside me. I hear his sharp intake of breath and feel his wrath washing over me like a tidal wave.
    “Twenty-four thousand dollars, to the lovely lady in silver, going once, going twice . . . Sold!”

Holy shit, did I really just do that? It must be the alcohol. I’ve had champagne plus four glasses of four different wines. I glance up at Christian who’s busy applauding.  
    Crap, he’s going to be so angry, and we’ve been getting on so well. My subconscious has finally decided to make an appearance, and she’s wearing her Edvard Munch Scream face.
    Christian leans over to me, a large fake smile plastered across his face. He kisses my cheek and then moves closer to whisper in my ear in a very cold, controlled voice.
    “I don’t know whether to worship at your feet or spank the living shit out of you.”
    Oh, I know what I want right now. I gaze up at him, blinking through my mask. I just wish I could read what’s in his eyes.
    “I’ll take option two, please,” I whisper frantically as the applause dies down. His lips part as he inhales sharply. Oh that chiseled mouth—I want it on me, now . I ache for him. He gives me a radiant sincere smile that leaves me breathless.
    “Suffering, are you? We’ll have to see what we can do about that,” he murmurs as he runs his fingers along my jaw.  
    His touch resonates deep, deep inside where that ache has spawned and grown. I want to jump him right here, right now, but we sit back to watch the auction