"Great."
The word had barely left Christian's mouth when he leaned closer and kissed her cheek.
It wasn't a sudden move. If Anastasia had wished, she would have seen it coming long before it happened. And if she had wanted to stop him, it would have taken less than a thought.
Yet she didn't.
That didn't mean she wasn't surprised either.
More than anything, Christian was simply testing his limits, carefully probing just how far he could go before she reacted.
And she hadn't thrown him away.
Realizing that, Anastasia felt the urge to grumble — both at him and at her own inexplicably soft reaction.
But Christian seemed determined to disrupt every one of her thoughts today. He suddenly stood up, gently setting her back on her feet before him.
"Then let's go," he said.
"Where?" she asked.
Actually, I want to see my women. I miss them.
Naturally, he didn't say that out loud.
"Well… somewhere more fun," he replied instead. "You're bored here, aren't you?"
