Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 10
”
Thewaitressreturnswithvenison,butmyappetitehasvanished.Whatarevelation.Christianthesubmissive…Holyshit.ItakealargeslugofPinotGrigio—he’sright,ofcourse,it’sdelicious.Jeez,alltheserevelations,it’ssomuchtothinkabout.Ineedtimetoprocessthis,whenI’monmyown,notwhenI’mdistractedbyhispresence.He’ssooverwhelming,soalphamale,andnowhe’sthrownthisbombshellintotheequation.Heknowswhatit’slike.
“Butitcan’thavebeenfulltime?”I’mconfused.
“Well,itwas,thoughIdidn’tseeherallthetime.Itwas…difficult.Afterall,Iwasstillatschoolandthenatcollege.Eatup,Anastasia.”
“I’mreallynothungry,Christian.”Iamreelingfromyourdisclosure.
Hisexpressionhardens.“Eat,”hesaysquietly,tooquietly.
Istareathim.Thisman—sexuallyabusedasanadolescent—histoneissothreatening.
“Givemeamoment,”Imutterquietly.Heblinksacoupleoftimes.
“Okay,”hemurmurs,andhecontinueswithhismeal.
ThisiswhatitwillbelikeifIsign,himorderingmearound.Ifrown.DoIwantthis?Reachingformyknifeandfork,Itentativelycutintothevenison.It’sverytasty.
“Isthiswhatour,er…relationshipwillbelike?”Iwhisper.“Youorderingmearound?”Ican’tquitebringmyselftolookathim.
“Yes,”hemurmurs.
“Isee.”
“Andwhat’smore,you’llwantmeto,”headds,hisvoicelow.
Isincerelydoubtthat.Isliceanotherpieceofvenison,holdingitagainstmymouth.
“It’sabigstep,”Imurmur,andeat.
“Itis.
