Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 18
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“Whythankyou,MissSteele,”hemurmurs.Hesitsdownbesideme,holdingabottleofwine.“Chablis?”
“Please.”
“Helpyourselftosalad,”hesays,hisvoicesoft.“Tellme—whatmethoddidyouoptfor?”
Iammomentarilythrownbyhisquestion,whenIrealizehe’stalkingaboutDr.Greene’svisit.
“Minipill.”
Hefrowns.
“Andwillyouremembertotakeitregularly,attherighttime,everyday?”
Jeez…ofcourseIwill.Howdoesheknow?Iblushatthethought—probablyfromoneormoreofthefifteen.
“I’msureyou’llremindme,”Imurmurdryly.
Heglancesatmewithamusedcondescension.
“I’llputanalarmonmycalendar.”Hesmirks.“Eat.”
Thechickencaesarisdelicious.Tomysurprise,I’mfamished,andforthefirsttimesinceI’vebeenwithhim,Ifinishmymealbeforehedoes.Thewineiscrisp,clean,andfruity.
“Eagerasever,MissSteele?”hesmilesdownatmyemptyplate.
Ilookathimfrombeneathmylashes.
“Yes,”Iwhisper.
Hisbreathhitches.Andashestaresdownatme,theatmospherebetweenusslowlyshifting,evolving…charging.Hislookgoesfromdarktosmoldering,takingmewithhim.Hestands,closingthedistancebetweenus,andtugsmeoffmybarstoolintohisarms.
“Doyouwanttodothis?”hebreathes,lookingdownatmeintently.
“Ihaven’tsignedanything.”
“Iknow—butI’mbreakingalltherulesthesedays.”
“Areyougoingtohitme?”
“Yes,butitwon’tbetohurtyou.Idon’twanttopunishyourightnow.Ifyou’dcaughtmeyesterdayevening,well,thatwouldhavebeenadifferentstory.
