While cruising along the I-5, my mind continues to wander.
He doesn't suffer fools gladly, but why should heAgain, I'm irritated that Kate didn't give me a brief biography. He may be arrogant, but then he has a right to be - he's accomplished so much at such a young age. Well, on the surface.Īn involuntary shiver runs down my spine. Okay, so he's very attractive, confident, commanding, at ease with himself - but on the flip side, he's arrogant, and for all his impeccable manners, he's autocratic and cold. Surely, I'm over-reacting to something that's imaginary. I head for the car.Īs I leave the city limits behind, I begin to feel foolish and embarrassed as I replay the interview in my mind. Holy crap - what was thatMy heart steadies to its regular rhythm, and I can breathe normally again. What in heaven's name was that all aboutLeaning against one of the steel pillars of the building, I valiantly attempt to calm down and gather my thoughts. Is it his looksHis civilityWealthPowerI don't understand my irrational reaction. No man has ever affected me the way Christian Grey has, and I cannot fathom why. I close my eyes and take a deep, purifying breath, trying to recover what's left of my equilibrium. Raising my face, I welcome the cool refreshing rain.
#Tangled tower free#
I race for the wide glass doors, and I'm free in the bracing, cleansing, damp air of Seattle. The elevator arrives on the first floor, and I scramble out as soon as the doors slide open, stumbling once, but fortunately not sprawling on to the immaculate sandstone floor. When I turn to look at him, he's leaning against the doorway beside the elevator with one hand on the wall.
The doors open, and I hurry in desperate to escape.