Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
“Relationshipslikethisarebuiltonhonestyandtrust,”hecontinues.“Ifyoudon’ttrustme—trustmetoknowhowI’maffectingyou,howfarIcangowithyou,howfarIcantakeyou—ifyoucan’tbehonestwithme,thenwereallycan’tdothis.”
Ohmy,we’vecuttothechasequickly.Howfarhecantakeme.Holyshit.Whatdoesthatmean?
“Soit’squitesimple,Anastasia.Doyoutrustmeornot?”Hiseyesareburning,fervent.
“Didyouhavesimilardiscussionswith,um…thefifteen?”
“No.”
“Whynot?”
“Becausetheywereallestablishedsubmissives.TheyknewwhattheywantedoutofarelationshipwithmeandgenerallywhatIexpected.Withthem,itwasjustaquestionoffine-tuningthesoftlimits,detailslikethat.”
“Isthereastoreyougoto?Submissives’Я’Us?”
Helaughs.“Notexactly.”
“Thenhow?”
“Isthatwhatyouwanttodiscuss?Orshallwegetdowntothenitty-gritty?Yourissues,asyousay.”
Iswallow.DoItrusthim?Isthatwhatthisallcomesdownto—trust?Surelythatshouldbeatwo-waything.IrememberhissnitwhenIphonedJosé.
“Areyouhungry?”heasks,distractingmefrommythoughts.
Ohno…food.
“No.”
“Haveyoueatentoday?”
Istareathim.Honesty…Holycrap,he’snotgoingtolikemyanswer.
“No.”Myvoiceissmall.
Henarrowshiseyes.
“Youhavetoeat,Anastasia.Wecaneatdownhereorinmysuite.Whatwouldyouprefer?”
“Ithinkweshouldstayinpublic,onneutralground.”
Hesmilessardonically.
“Doyouthinkthatwouldstopme?”hesayssoftly,asensualwarning.
