Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 6
DidIjustsaythat?Hismouthdropsopenslightly,butherecoversquickly.
“No,Anastasia,itdoesn’t.First,Idon’tmakelove.Ifuck…hard.Second,there’salotmorepaperworktodo.Andthird,youdon’tyetknowwhatyou’reinfor.Youcouldstillrunforthehills.Come,Iwanttoshowyoumyplayroom.”
Mymouthdropsopen.Fuckhard!Holyshit,thatsoundsso…hot.Butwhyarewelookingataplayroom?Iammystified.
“YouwanttoplayonyourXbox?”Iask.Helaughsloudly.
“No,Anastasia,noXbox,noPlaystation.Come.”Hestands,holdingouthishand.Ilethimleadmebackouttothecorridor.Ontherightofthedoubledoors,wherewecamein,anotherdoorleadstoastaircase.Wegouptothesecondfloorandturnright.Producingakeyfromhispocket,heunlocksyetanotherdoorandtakesadeepbreath.
“Youcanleaveanytime.Thehelicopterisonstandbytotakeyouwheneveryouwanttogo;youcanstaythenightandgohomeinthemorning.It’sfinewhateveryoudecide.”
“Justopenthedamndoor,Christian.”
Heopensthedoorandstandsbacktoletmein.Igazeathimoncemore.Isowanttoknowwhat’sinhere.TakingadeepbreathIwalkin.
AnditfeelslikeI’vetime-traveledbacktothesixteenthcenturyandtheSpanishInquisition.
Holyfuck.
