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still mad at you.”
    “I know.” He smiles a lopsided apologetic smile and I melt . . . Well, maybe not so mad.
    “Would you like something to eat?” I ask.
    He nods slowly. “Yes. You,” he murmurs. Everything south of my waistline clenches. I’m seduced by his voice alone, but that look, that hungry I-want-you-now look—oh my.  
    He’s standing in front of me, not quite touching, staring down into my eyes and bathing me in the heat that’s radiating off his body. I’m stiflingly hot, flustered, and my legs are like jelly as dark desire courses through me. I want him.
    “Have you eaten today?” he murmurs.
    “I had a sandwich at lunch,” I whisper. I don’t want to talk food.
    He narrows his eyes. “You need to eat.”
    “I’m really not hungry right now . . . for food.”
    “What are you hungry for, Miss Steele?”  
    “I think you know, Mr. Grey.”
    He leans down, and again I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t.  
    “Do you want me to kiss you, Anastasia?” he whispers softly in my ear.
    “Yes,” I breathe.
    “Where?”
    “Everywhere.”
    “You’re going to have to be a bit more specific than that. I told you I am not going to touch you until you beg me and tell me what to do.”
    My inner goddess is writhing on her chaise longue. I am lost; he’s not playing fair.
    “Please,” I whisper.
    “Please what?”
    “Touch me.”
    “Where, baby?”
    He is so tantalizingly close, his scent intoxicating. I reach up, and immediately he steps back.
    “No, no,” he chides, his eyes suddenly wide and alarmed.
    “What?” No . . . come back .
    “No.” He shakes his head.
    “Not at all?” I can’t keep the longing out of my voice.
    He looks at me uncertainly, and I’m emboldened by his hesitation. I step toward him, and he steps back, holding up his hands in defense, but smiling.
    “Look, Ana.” It’s a warning, and he runs his hand through his hair, exasperated.
    “Sometimes you don’t mind,” I observe plaintively. “Perhaps I should find a marker pen, and we could map out the no-go areas.”
    He raises an eyebrow. “That’s not a bad idea. Where’s your bedroom?”
    I nod in the direction. Is he deliberately changing the subject?
    “Have you been taking your pill?”
    Oh shit. My pill.
    His face falls at my expression.
    “No,” I squeak.
    “I see,” he says, and his lips press into a thin line. “Come, let’s have something to eat.”
    Oh no !
    “I thought we were going to bed! I want to go to bed with you.”
    “I know, baby.” He smiles, and suddenly darting toward me, he grabs my wrists and pulls me into his arms so that his body is pressed against mine.
    “You need to eat and so do I,” he murmurs, burning gray eyes gazing down at me. “Besides . . . anticipation is the key to seduction, and right now, I’m really into delayed gratification.”
    Huh, since when ?
    “I’m seduced and I want my gratification now. I’ll beg, please.” I sound whiney. My inner goddess is beside herself.
    He smiles at me tenderly. “Eat. You’re too slender.” He kisses my forehead and releases me.
    This is a game, part of some evil plan. I scowl at him.
    “I’m still mad that you bought SIP, and now I am mad at you because you’re making me wait.” I pout.
    “You are one angry little madam, aren’t you? You’ll feel better after a good meal.”
    “I know what I’ll feel better after.”
    “Anastasia Steele, I’m shocked.” His tone is gently mocking.
    “Stop teasing me. You don’t fight fair.”
    He stifles his grin by biting his lower lip. He looks simply adorable . . . playful Christian toying with my libido. If only my seduction skills were better, I’d know what to do, but not being able to touch him does hamper me.  
    My inner goddess narrows her eyes and looks thoughtful. We need to work on this.  
    As Christian and I gaze at each other—me hot, bothered and yearning and him, relaxed and amused at my expense—I realize I