Fifty Shades Freed (Christian & Ana)(137)

"We are."

"We are," I mutter automatically.

"Don't stress about this, Ana, please. It's just a house."

"And what did Gia do here, exactly?"

"Gia?" He raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes. She remodeled this place?"

"She did. She designed the den downstairs. Elliot did the build." He rakes his hand through his hair and frowns at me. "Why are we talking about Gia?"

"Did you know she had a fling with Elliot?"

Christian gazes at me for a moment, gray eyes unreadable. "Elliot's f*cked most of Seattle, Ana."

I gasp.

"Mainly women, I understand," Christian jokes. I think he's amused by my expression.

"No!"

Christian nods. "It's none of my business." He holds his palms up.

"I don't think Kate knows."

"I'm not sure he broadcasts that information. Kate seems to be holding her own."

I'm shocked. Sweet, unassuming, blond, blue-eyed Elliot? I stare in disbelief.

Christian tilts his head to one side, scrutinizing me. "This can't just be about Gia or Elliot's promiscuity."

"I know. I'm sorry. After all that's happened this week, it's just . . ." I shrug, feeling tearful all of a sudden. Christian seems to sag with relief. Pulling me into his arms, he holds me tightly, his nose in my hair.

"I know. I'm sorry, too. Let's relax and enjoy ourselves, okay? You can stay here and read, watch god-awful TV, shop, go hiking—fishing even. Whatever you want to do. And forget what I said about Elliot. That was indiscreet of me."

"Goes some way to explain why he's always teasing you," I murmur, nuzzling his chest.

"He really has no idea about my past. I told you, my family assumed I was gay. Celibate, but gay."

I giggle and begin to relax in his arms. "I thought you were celibate. How wrong I was." I wrap my arms around him, marveling at the ridiculousness of Christian being gay.

"Mrs. Grey, are you smirking at me?"

"Maybe a little." I acquiesce. "You know, what I don't understand is why you have this place?"

"What do you mean?" He kisses my hair.

"You have the boat, which I get, you have the place in New York for business—but why here? It's not like you shared it with anyone."

Christian stills and is silent for several beats. "I was waiting for you," he says softly, his eyes dark gray and luminous.

"That's . . . that's such a lovely thing to say."

"It's true. I didn't know it at the time." He smiles his shy smile.

"I'm glad you waited."

"You are worth waiting for, Mrs. Grey." He tips my chin up with his finger, leans down, and kisses me tenderly.

"So are you." I smile. "Though I feel I like I cheated. I didn't have to wait long for you at all."

He grins. "Am I that much of a prize?"

"Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdin's lamp all rolled into one."

He raises a brow.

"When will you realize this?" I scold him. "You were a very eligible bachelor. And I don't mean all this." I wave dismissingly at our plush surroundings. "I mean in here." I place my hand over his heart, and his eyes widen. My confident, sexy husband has gone, and I'm facing my lost boy. "Believe me, Christian, please," I whisper and clasp his face, pulling his lips to mine. He groans, and I don't know if it's hearing what I've said or his usual primal response. I claim him, my lips moving against his, my tongue invading his mouth.