There’s a gun in your desk. It’s fully loaded.”
“How do you know?” His frown deepens.
“I checked it yesterday.”
“I don’t want you messing with guns. I hope you put the safety back on.”
I blink at him, momentarily stupefied.
“Christian, there’s no safety on that revolver. Don’t you know anything about guns?”

His eyes widen. “Um . . . no.

E.L. James