Chapter 21 (1/2)
”South of France, huh? You in some fancy hotel?”
”Um . . . no. We're staying on a boat.”
”A boat?”
”A big boat.” I clarify, sighing.
”I see.” His tone chills. . . Shit, I should not have called him. I don't need this right now.
”Jose, I need your advice.”
”My advice?” He sounds stunned. ”Sure,” he says, and this time he's much more friendly. I tell him my plan.
Two hours later, Taylor helps me out of the motor launch onto the steps up to the deck. Gaston is helping the deckhand with the Jet Ski. Christian is nowhere to be seen, and I scurry down to our cabin to wrap his present, feeling a childish sense of delight.
”You were gone some time.” Christian startles me just as I am applying the last piece of tape. I turn to find him standing in the doorway to the cabin, watching me intently. Holy shit! Am I still in trouble over the Jet Ski? Or is it the fire at his office?
”Everything in control at your office?” I ask tentatively.
”More or less,” he says, an annoyed frown flitting across his face.
”I did a little shopping,” I murmur, hoping to lighten his mood, and praying his annoyance is not directed at me. He smiles warmly, and I know we're okay.
”What did you buy?”
”This,” I put my foot up on the bed and show him my ankle chain.
”Very nice,” he says. He steps over to me and fondles the tiny bells so that they jingle sweetly around my ankle. He frowns again at the mark left by the cuffs and runs his fingers lightly along the line, sending tingles up my leg.
”And this.” I hold out the box, hoping to distract him.
”For me?” he asks in surprise. I nod shyly. He takes the box and shakes it gently. He grins his boyish, dazzling smile and sits down beside me on the bed. Leaning over, he grasps my chin and kisses me.
”Thank you,” he says with shy delight.
”You haven't opened it yet.”
”I'll love it, whatever it is.” He gazes down at me, his eyes glowing.
”I don't get many presents.”
”It's hard to buy you things. You have everything.”