Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 10
Notyet,justhisexceptionalsexualhabits,orperhapssexislikethatforeveryone.Ifrownatthethought.Ihavenocomparison,andIcan’taskKate.That’ssomethingIamgoingtohavetoaddresswithChristian.It’sperfectlynaturalthatIshouldtalktosomeone—andIcan’ttalktohimifhe’sopenoneminuteandstandoffishthenext.
Taylorholdsthedooropenforusandushersusthrough.Christiansummonstheelevator.
“Whatisit,Anastasia?”heasks.HowdoesheknowI’mchewingsomethingoverinmymind?Hereachesupandpullsmychin.
“Stopbitingyourlip,orIwillfuckyouintheelevator,andIdon’tcarewhogetsinwithus.”
Iblush,butthere’sahintofasmilearoundhislips.Finallyhismoodseemstobeshifting.
“Christian,Ihaveaproblem.”
“Oh?”Ihavehisfullattention.
Theelevatorarrives.Wewalkin,andChristianpressesthebuttonmarked“G.”
“Well,”Iflush.Howtosaythis?“IneedtotalktoKate.I’vesomanyquestionsaboutsex,andyou’retooinvolved.Ifyouwantmetodoallthesethings,howdoIknow—?”Ipause,strugglingtofindtherightwords.“Ijustdon’thaveanytermsofreference.”
Herollshiseyesatme.
“Talktoherifyoumust.”Hesoundsexasperated.“Makesureshedoesn’tmentionanythingtoElliot.”
Ibristleathisinsinuation.Kateisn’tlikethat.
“Shewouldn’tdothat,andIwouldn’ttellyouanythingshetellsmeaboutElliot—ifsheweretotellmeanything,”Iaddquickly.
“Well,thedifferenceisthatIdon’twanttoknowabouthissexlife,”Christianmurmursdryly.
