Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 16
Iscootoutofbed,too,andgrabmysweatpantsandacamitop,thensitbackonthebed,cross-legged,watchinghim.Idon’twanthimtogo.WhatcanIdo?
“Whenisyourperioddue?”Heinterruptsmythoughts.
What?
“Ihatewearingthesethings,”hegrumbles.Heholdsupthecondom,thenputsitonthefloorandslipsonhisjeans.
“Well?”hepromptswhenIdon’treply,andhelooksatmeexpectantlyasifhe’swaitingformyopinionontheweather.Holycrap…thisispersonalstuff.
“Nextweek.”Istaredownatmyhands.
“Youneedtosortoutsomecontraception.”
Heissobossy.Istareathimblankly.Hesitsbackonthebedasheputsonhisshoesandsocks.
“Doyouhaveadoctor?”
Ishakemyhead.Wearebacktomergersandacquisitions—another180-degreemoodswing.
Hefrowns.“Icanhaveminecomeandseeyouatyourapartment—Sundaymorningbeforeyoucomeandseeme.Orhecanseeyouatmyplace.Whichwouldyouprefer?”
Nopressurethen.Somethingelsethathe’spayingfor…butactuallythisisforhisbenefit.
“Yourplace.”ThatmeansIamguaranteedtoseehimSunday.
“Okay.I’llletyouknowthetime.”
“Areyouleaving?”
Don’tgo…staywithme,please.
“Yes.”
Why?
“Howareyougettingback?”Iwhisper.
“Taylorwillpickmeup.”
“Icandriveyou.Ihavealovelynewcar.”
Hegazesatme,hisexpressionwarm.
“That’smorelikeit.ButIthinkyou’vehadtoomuchtodrink.”
“Didyougetmetipsyonpurpose?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Becauseyouoverthinkeverything,andyou’rereticentlikeyourstepdad.
