Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 16
It’sthefactthatyouareminetodowithasIseefit—ultimatecontroloversomeoneelse.Anditturnsmeon.Bigtime,Anastasia.Look,I’mnotexplainingmyselfverywell…I’veneverhadtobefore.I’venotreallythoughtaboutthisinanygreatdepth.I’vealwaysbeenwithlike-mindedpeople.”Heshrugsapologetically.“Andyoustillhaven’tansweredmyquestion—howdidyoufeelafterward?”
“Confused.”
“Youweresexuallyarousedbyit,Anastasia.”Hecloseshiseyesbriefly,andwhenhereopensthemandgazesatme,theyareblazing.
Hisexpressionpullsatthatdarkpartofme,buriedinthedepthsofmybelly—mylibido,wokenandtamedbyhimbut,evennow,insatiable.
“Don’tlookatmelikethat,”hemurmurs.
Ifrown.Jeez,whathaveIdonenow?
“Idon’thaveanycondoms,Anastasia,andyouknow,you’reupset.Contrarytowhatyourroommatebelieves,I’mnotapriapicmonster.So,youfeltconfused?”
Isquirmunderhisintensegaze.
“Youhavenoproblembeinghonestwithmeinprint.Youre-mailsalwaystellmeexactlyhowyoufeel.Whycan’tyoudothatinconversation?DoIintimidateyouthatmuch?”
Ipickatanimaginaryspotonmymother’sblue-and-creamquilt.
“Youbeguileme,Christian.Completelyoverwhelmme.IfeellikeIcarusflyingtooclosetothesun,”Iwhisper.
Hegasps.“Well,Ithinkyou’vegotthatthewrongwayaround,”hewhispers.
“What?”
“Oh,Anastasia,you’vebewitchedme.Isn’titobvious?”
No,nottome.Bewitched…myinnergoddessisstaringopenmouthed.Evenshedoesn’tbelievethis.
