Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 9
”Heleansdownandkissesme.Myheartleapsanddesirepoolswaydownlow…waydownthere.
THEBATHISAwhitestone,deep,egg-shapedaffair,verydesigner.Christianleansoverandfillsitfromthefaucetonthetiledwall.Hepourssomeexpensive-lookingbathoilintothewater.Itfoamsasthebathfillsandsmellsofsweet,sultryjasmine.Hestandsandgazesatme,hiseyesdark,thenpeelshisT-shirtoffandcastsitonthefloor.
“MissSteele.”Heholdshishandout.
I’mstandinginthedoorway,wide-eyedandwary,myarmswrappedaroundmyself.Istepforwardwhilesurreptitiouslyadmiringhisphysique.Itakehishand,andhebidsmetostepintothebathwhileIamstillwearinghisshirt.IdoasI’mtold.I’llhavetogetusedtoitifI’mgoingtotakehimuponhisoutrageousoffer…if!Thewaterisenticinglyhot.
“Turnaround,faceme,”heorders,hisvoicesoft.IdoasI’mtold.He’swatchingmeintently.
“Iknowthatlipisdelicious,Icanattesttothat,butwillyoustopbitingit?”hesaysthroughclenchedteeth.“Yourchewingitmakesmewanttofuckyou,andyou’resore,okay?”
Igasp,automaticallyunlockingmylip,shocked.
“Yeah,”hechallenges.“Getthepicture?”Heglaresatme.Inodfrantically.IhadnoideaIcouldaffecthimso.
“Good.”HereachesforwardandtakesmyiPodoutofthebreastpocket,andheputsitbythesink.
“WaterandiPods—notaclevercombination,”hemutters.Hereachesdown,graspsthehemofmywhiteshirt,liftsitabovemyhead,anddiscardsitonthefloor.
Hestandsbacktogazeatme.
