Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 16
Icockmyheadtooneside,likehedoes,andmakeanenormousefforttosmileathim.
“IfyouimagineforoneminutethatIthinkyoucededcontroltome,wellyouhaven’ttakenintoaccountmyGPA.”Ismileshylyathim.“Butthankyoufortheillusion.”
“MissSteele,youarenotjustaprettyface.You’vehadsixorgasmssofarandallofthembelongtome,”heboasts,playfulagain.
Iflushandblinkatthesametime,ashestaresdownatme.He’skeepingcount!Hisbrowfurrows.
“Doyouhavesomethingtotellme?”hisvoiceissuddenlystern.
Ifrown.Crap.
“Ihadadreamthismorning.”
“Oh?”Heglaresatme.
Doublecrap.AmIintrouble?
“Icameinmysleep.”Ithrowmyarmovermyeyes.Hesaysnothing.Ipeekupathimfromundermyarm,andhelooksamused.
“Inyoursleep?”
“Wokemeup.”
“I’msureitdid.Whatwereyoudreamingabout?”
Crap.
“You.”
“WhatwasIdoing?”
Ithrowmyarmovermyeyesagain.Andlikeasmallchild,IbrieflyentertainthethoughtthatifIcan’tseehim,thenhecan’tseeme.
“Anastasia,whatwasIdoing?Iwon’taskyouagain.”
“Youhadaridingcrop.”
Hemovesmyarm.
“Really?”
“Yes.”Iamcrimson.
“There’shopeforyouyet,”hemurmurs.“Ihaveseveralridingcrops.”
“Brownplaitedleather?”
Helaughs.“No,butI’msureIcouldgetone.”
Leaningdown,hegivesmeabriefkiss,thenstandsandgrabshisboxers.Ohno…he’sgoing.Iglancequicklyatthetime—it’sonlynineforty.
