Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 9
“TheNDA,doesitcovereverything?”Iasktentatively.
“Why?”HeturnsandgazesatmewhileputtingtheTwiningsaway.Iflush.
“Well,Ihaveafewquestions,youknow,aboutsex.”Istaredownatmyfingers.“AndI’dliketoaskKate.”
“Youcanaskme.”
“Christian,withallduerespect…”Myvoicefades.Ican’taskyou.I’llgetyourbiased,kinky-as-hell,distortedworldviewregardingsex.Iwantanimpartialopinion.“It’sjustaboutmechanics.Iwon’tmentiontheRedRoomofPain.”
Heraiseshiseyebrows.
“RedRoomofPain?It’smostlyaboutpleasure,Anastasia.Believeme,”hesays.“Besides,”histoneisharsher,“yourroommateismakingthebeastwithtwobackswithmybrother.I’dreallyratheryoudidn’t.”
“Doesyourfamilyknowaboutyour…um,predilection?”
“No.It’snoneoftheirbusiness.”Hesaunterstowardmeuntilhe’sstandinginfrontofme.
“Whatdoyouwanttoknow?”heasks,andraisinghishandrunshisfingersgentlydownmycheektomychin,tiltingmyheadbacksohecanlookdirectlyintomyeyes.Isquirminwardly.Icannotlietothisman.
“Nothingspecificatthemoment,”Iwhisper.
“Well,wecanstartwith:Howwaslastnightforyou?”Hiseyesburn,filledwithcuriosity.He’sanxioustoknow.Wow.
“Good,”Imurmur.
Hislipsliftslightly.
“Me,too,”hemurmurs.“I’veneverhadvanillasexbefore.There’salottobesaidforit.Butthen,maybeit’sbecauseit’swithyou.”Herunshisthumbacrossmylowerlip.
Iinhalesharply.Vanillasex?
“Come,let’shaveabath.
