Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
He’stheonlyonewhoknowsandunderstandstherules.I’mjusttoonaïveandinexperienced.MyonlysphereofreferenceisKate,andshedoesn’ttakeanyshitfrommen.Myotherreferencesareallfictional:ElizabethBennetwouldbeoutraged,JaneEyretoofrightened,andTesswouldsuccumb,justasIhave.
“Ihaven’tfinishedmycod.”
“You’dprefercoldcodtome?”
Myheadjerksuptoglareathim,andhiseyesburnmoltensilverwithcompellingneed.
“Ithoughtyoulikedmetoclearmyplate.”
“Rightnow,MissSteele,Icouldn’tgiveafuckaboutyourfood.”
“Christian.Youjustdon’tfightfair.”
“Iknow.Ineverhave.”
Myinnergoddessfrownsatme.Youcandothis,shecoaxes—playthissexgodathisowngame.CanI?Okay.Whattodo?Myinexperienceisanalbatrossaroundmyneck.Pickingupaspearofasparagus,Igazeathimandbitemylip.Thenveryslowlyputthetipofmycoldasparagusinmymouthandsuckit.
Christian’seyeswideninfinitesimally,butInotice.
“Anastasia.Whatareyoudoing?”
Ibiteoffthetip.
“Eatingmyasparagus.”
Christianshiftsinhisseat.
“Ithinkyou’retoyingwithme,MissSteele.”
Ifeigninnocence.“I’mjustfinishingmyfood,Mr.Grey.”
Thewaiterchoosesthismomenttoknockand,unbidden,enter.HeglancesbrieflyatChristian,whofrownsathimbutthennods,sothewaiterclearsourplates.Thewaiter’sarrivalhasbrokenthespell.AndIgraspthispreciousmomentofclarity.Ihavetogo.OurmeetingwillonlyendonewayifIstay,andIneedsomeboundariesaftersuchanintenseconversation.
