Fifty Shades Darker(112)

"Are you okay with all your stuff being here? I want you to share my room," he murmurs. Whoa, quick change of direction.

"Yes."

"I want you sleeping with me. I don't have nightmares when you're with me."

"You have nightmares?"

"Yes."

I tighten my hold around him. Holy cow. More baggage. My heart contracts for this man."I was just getting my clothes ready for work tomorrow," I mutter.

"Work!" Christian exclaims as if it's a dirty word, and he releases me, glaring.

"Yes, work," I reply, confused by his reaction.

He stares at me with complete incomprehension. "But Leila - she's out there," he pauses. "I don't want you to go to work."

What? "That's ridiculous, Christian. I have to go to work."

"No, you don't."

"I have a new job, which I enjoy. Of course I have to go to work." What does he mean?

"No, you don't," he repeats, emphatically.

"Do you think I am going to stay here twiddling my thumbs while you're off being Master of the Universe?"

"Frankly... yes."

Oh, Fifty, Fifty, Fifty... give me strength.

"Christian, I need to go to work."

"No, you don't."

"Yes. I. Do." I say it slowly as if he's a child.

He scowls at me. "It's not safe."

"Christian... I need to work for a living, and I'll be fine."

"No, you don't need to work for a living - and how do you know you'll be fine?" He's almost shouting.

What does he mean? He's going to support me? Oh, this is beyond ridiculous - I've known him for what - five weeks?

He's angry now, his gray eyes stormy and flashing, but I don't give a shit.

"For heaven's sake, Christian, Leila was standing at the end of your bed, and she didn't harm me, and yes, I do need to work. I don't want to be beholden to you. I have my student loans to pay."

His mouth presses into a grim line, as I place my hands on my hips. I am not budging on this. Who the f*ck does he think he is?

"I don't want you going to work."

"It's not up to you, Christian. This is not your decision to make."

He runs his hand through his hair as he stares at me. Seconds, minutes tick by as we glare at each other.

"Sawyer will come with you."

"Christian, that's not necessary. You're being irrational."

"Irrational?" he growls. "Either he comes with you, or I will be really irrational and keep you here."

He wouldn't, would he? "How, exactly?"

"Oh, I'd find a way, Anastasia. Don't push me."

"Okay!" I concede, holding up both my hands, placating him. Holy f*ck - Fifty is back with a vengeance.

We stand, scowling at each other.

"Okay - Sawyer can come with me if it makes you feel better." I concede rolling my eyes. Christian narrows his and takes a menacing step in my direction. I immediately step back. He stops and takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and runs both his hands through his hair. Oh no. Fifty is well and truly wound up.

"Shall I give you a tour?"

A tour? Are you kidding me? "Okay," I mutter warily. Another change of tack - Mr.

Mercurial is back in town. He holds out his hand and when I take it, he squeezes mine softly.

"I didn't mean to frighten you."