Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 14
WasitsomethingIate?PerhapstheoystersandmyInternetresearchmanifestingitselfinmyfirstwetdream.It’sbewildering.IhadnoideathatIcouldorgasminmysleep.
KateisskippingaroundthekitchenwhenIstaggerin.
“Ana,areyouokay?Youlookodd.IsthatChristian’sjacketyou’rewearing?”
“I’mfine.”Damn,shouldhavecheckedinthemirror.Iavoidherpiercinggreeneyes.I’mstillreelingfrommymorning’sevent.“Yes,thisisChristian’sjacket.”
Shefrowns.“Didyousleep?”
“Notverywell.”
Iheadforthekettle.Ineedtea.
“Howwasdinner?”
Soitbegins.
“Wehadoysters.Followedbycod,soI’dsayitwasfishy.”
“Ugh…Ihateoysters,andIdon’twanttoknowaboutthefood.HowwasChristian?Whatdidyoutalkabout?”
“Hewasattentive.”Ipause.WhatcanIsay?HisHIVstatusisclear,he’sheavilyintorole-play,wantsmetoobeyhiseverycommand,hehurtsomeonehetiedtohisplayroomceiling,andhewantedtofuckmeintheprivatediningroom.Wouldthatbeagoodsummary?ItrydesperatelytoremembersomethingfrommyencounterwithChristianthatIcandiscusswithKate.
“Hedoesn’tapproveofWanda.”
“Whodoes,Ana?That’soldnews.Whyareyoubeingsocoy?Giveitup,girlfriend.”
“Oh,Kate,wetalkedaboutlotsthings.Youknow—howfussyheisaboutfood.Incidentally,helikedyourdress.”Thekettlehasboiled,soImakemyselfsometea.“Doyouwanttea?Wouldyoulikemetohearyourspeechfortoday?”
“Yes,please.IworkedonitlastnightoveratBecca’s.I’llgofetchit.
