Chapter 111 (1/2)
”We've already made serious misuse of your company's aviation fleet. I wouldn't want to do it again.”
”It's my company, it's my jet.” He sounds almost wounded. Oh, boys and their toys!
”Thank you for the offer. But I'd be happier taking a scheduled flight.”
He looks like he wants to argue further but decides against it.
”As you wish,” he sighs. ”Do you have much preparation to do for your interview?”
”No.”
”Good. You're still not going to tell me which publishing houses?”
”No.”
His lips curl up in a reluctant smile.
”I am a man of means, Miss Steele.”
”I am fully aware of that, Mr. Grey. Are you going to track my phone?” I ask innocently.
”Actually, I'll be quite busy this afternoon, so I'll have to get someone else to do it.”
He smirks.
Is he joking?
”If you can spare someone to do that, you're obviously overstaffed.”
”I'll send an email to the head of human resources and have her look into our head count.” His lips twitch to hide his smile.
Oh thank the Lord, he's recovered his sense of humor.
Mrs. Jones serves us breakfast and we eat quietly for a few moments. After clearing the pans, tactfully, she heads out of the living area. I peek up at him.
”What it is, Anastasia?”
”You know, you never did tell me why you don't like to be touched.”
He blanches, and his reaction makes me feel guilty for asking.
”I've told you more than I've ever told anybody.” His voice is quiet as he gazes at me impassively.