Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 12
Istareupathimcompletelydazed,andhesmirksdownatme.
“Thatwasreallynice,”Iwhisper,smilingcoyly.
“There’sthatwordagain.”
“Youdon’tlikethatword?”
“No.Itdoesn’tdoitformeatall.”
“Oh—Idon’tknow…itseemstohaveaverybeneficialeffectonyou.”
“I’mabeneficialeffect,nowamI?Couldyouwoundmyegoanyfurther,MissSteele?”
“Idon’tthinkthere’sanythingwrongwithyourego.”ButevenasIsayit,Idon’tfeeltheconvictionofmywords—somethingelusivecrossesmymind,afleetingthought,butit’slostbeforeIcangraspit.
“Youthink?”Hisvoiceissoft.He’slyingbesideme,fullyclothed,hisheadproppeduponhiselbow,andIamonlywearingmybra.
“Whydon’tyouliketobetouched?”
“Ijustdon’t.”Hereachesoverandplantsasoftkissonmyforehead.“So,thate-mailwasyourideaofajoke.”
Ismileapologeticallyathimandshrug.
“Isee.Soyouarestillconsideringmyproposition?”
“Yourindecentproposal…yes,Iam.Ihaveissuesthough.”
Hegrinsdownatmeasifrelieved.
“I’dbedisappointedifyoudidn’t.”
“Iwasgoingtoe-mailthemtoyou,butyoukindofinterruptedme.”
“Coitusinterruptus.”
“See,Iknewyouhadasenseofhumorsomewhereinthere.”Ismile.
“Onlycertainthingsarefunny,Anastasia.Ithoughtyouweresayingno,nodiscussionatall.”Hisvoicedrops.
“Idon’tknowyet.Ihaven’tmadeupmymind.Willyoucollarme?”
Heraiseshiseyebrows.“Youhavebeendoingyourresearch.Idon’tknow,Anastasia.
