Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 12
“Areyoustaying?”
“IhaveabreakfastmeetingtomorrowattheHeathman.Besides,Itoldyou,Idon’tsleepwithgirlfriends,slaves,subs,oranyone.FridayandSaturdaywereexceptions.Itwon’thappenagain.”Icanheartheresolvebehindhissoft,huskyvoice.
Ipursemylipsathim.
“Well,I’mtirednow.”
“Areyoukickingmeout?”Heraiseshiseyebrows,amusedandalittledismayed.
“Yes.”
“Well,that’sanotherfirst.”Heeyesmespeculatively.“Sonothingyouwanttodiscussnow?Aboutthecontract.”
“No.”Ireplypetulantly.
“God,I’dliketogiveyouagoodhiding.You’dfeelalotbetter,andsowouldI.”
“Youcan’tsaythingslikethat…Ihaven’tsignedanythingyet.”
“Amancandream,Anastasia.”Heleansovermeandgraspsmychin.“Wednesday?”hemurmurs,andhekissesmelightlyonmylips.
“Wednesday,”Iagree.“I’llseeyouout.Ifyougivemeaminute.”IsitupandgrabmyT-shirt,pushinghimoutoftheway.Reluctantly,hegetsupoffthebed.
“Pleasepassmemysweatpants.”
Hecollectsthemfromthefloorandhandsthemtome.
“Yes,ma’am.”He’stryingunsuccessfullytohidehissmile.
InarrowmyeyesathimasIslipthepantson.Myhairisamess,andIknowI’llhavetofacetheKatherineKavanaghInquisitionafterhe’sgone.Grabbingahairtie,Iwalktomybedroomdoor,openingittocheckforKate.Sheisnotinthelivingroom.IthinkIcanhearheronthephoneinherroom.Christianfollowsmeout.
