Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
Iwantyoutotrustme,butIknowIhavetoearnyourtrust,andIwill.The‘orotherwise’—againit’stohelpyougetintothemindset;itmeansanythinggoes.”
He’ssopassionate,mesmerizing.Thisisobviouslyhisobsession,thewayheis…Ican’ttakemyeyesoffhim.Hereally,reallywantsthis.Hestopstalkingandgazesatme.
“Stillwithme?”hewhispers,hisvoicerich,warm,andseductive.Hetakesasipofhiswine,hispenetratingstareholdingmine.
Thewaitercomestothedoor,andChristiansubtlynods,permittingthewaitertoclearourtable.
“Wouldyoulikesomemorewine?”
“Ihavetodrive.”
“Somewaterthen?”
Inod.
“Stillorsparkling?”
“Sparkling,please.”
Thewaiterleaves.
“You’reveryquiet,”Christianwhispers.
“You’reveryverbose.”
Hesmiles.
“Discipline.There’saveryfinelinebetweenpleasureandpain,Anastasia.Theyaretwosidesofthesamecoin,onenotexistingwithouttheother.Icanshowyouhowpleasurablepaincanbe.Youdon’tbelievemenow,butthisiswhatImeanabouttrust.Therewillbepain,butnothingthatyoucan’thandle.Again,itcomesdowntotrust.Doyoutrustme,Ana?”
Ana!
“Yes,Ido.”Irespondspontaneously,notthinking…becauseit’strue—Idotrusthim.
“Well,then,”helooksrelieved.“Therestofthisstuffisjustdetails.”
“Importantdetails.”
“Okay,let’stalkthroughthose.”
Myheadisswimmingwithallhiswords.IshouldhavebroughtKate’sdigitalrecordersoIcanlistentothisagainlater.Thereissomuchinformation,somuchtoprocess.
