Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
Asmuchasmybodycraveshistouch,mymindisrebelling.Ineedsomedistancetothinkaboutallhe’ssaid.Istillhaven’tmadeadecision,andhissexualallureandprowessdoesn’tmakeitanyeasier.
“Wouldyoulikesomedessert?”Christianasks,everthegentleman,buthiseyesstillblaze.
“Nothankyou.IthinkIshouldgo.”Istaredownatmyhands.
“Go?”Hecan’thidehissurprise.
Thewaiterleaveshastily.
“Yes.”It’stherightdecision.IfIstayhere,inthisroomwithhim,hewillfuckme.Istand,purposefully.“Webothhavethegraduationceremonytomorrow.”
Christianstandsautomatically,revealingyearsofingrainedcivility.
“Idon’twantyoutogo.”
“Please…Ihaveto.”
“Why?”
“Becauseyou’vegivenmesomuchtoconsider…andIneedsomedistance.”
“Icouldmakeyoustay,”hethreatens.
“Yes,youcouldeasily,butIdon’twantyouto.”
Herunshishandthroughhishair,regardingmecarefully.
“Youknow,whenyoufellintomyofficetointerviewme,youwereall‘yes,sir,’‘no,sir.’Ithoughtyouwereanatural-bornsubmissive.Butquitefrankly,Anastasia,I’mnotsureyouhaveasubmissiveboneinyourdelectablebody.”Hemovesslowlytowardmeashisspeaks,hisvoicetense.
“Youmayberight,”Ibreathe.
“Iwantthechancetoexplorethepossibilitythatyoudo,”hemurmurs,staringdownatme.Hereachesupandcaressesmyface,histhumbtracingmylowerlip.“Idon’tknowanyotherway,Anastasia.ThisiswhoIam.”
“Iknow.
