Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 18
Lookdownatthefloor.”
Hewalksovertome,andIcanseehisfeetandshinsinmyfieldofvision.Nakedfeet.Ishouldbetakingnotesifhewantsmetoremember.Hereachesdownandgraspsmybraidagain,thenpullsmyheadbacksoIamlookingupathim.It’sonlyjustnotpainful.
“Willyourememberthisposition,Anastasia?”
“Yes,Sir.”
“Good.Stayhere,don’tmove.”Heleavestheroom.
I’monmyknees,waiting.Where’shegone?Whatishegoingtodotome?Timeshifts.Ihavenoideahowlongheleavesmelikethis…afewminutes,five,ten?Mybreathingbecomesshallower;theanticipationisdevouringmefromtheinsideout.
Andsuddenlyhe’sback—andallatonceI’mcalmerandmoreexcitedinthesamebreath.CouldIbemoreexcited?Icanseehisfeet.He’schangedhisjeans.Theseareolder,ripped,soft,andover-washed.Holycow.Thesejeansarehot.Heshutsthedoorandhangssomethingontheback.
“Goodgirl,Anastasia.Youlooklovelylikethat.Welldone.Standup.”
Istand,butIkeepmyfacedown.
“Youmaylookatme.”
Ipeekupathim,andhe’sstaringatmeintently,assessing,buthiseyessoften.He’stakenoffhisshirt.Ohmy…Iwanttotouchhim.Thetopbuttonofhisjeansisundone.
“I’mgoingtochainyounow,Anastasia.Givemeyourrighthand.”
Igivehimmyhand.Heturnsitpalmup,andbeforeIknowit,heswatsthecenterwitharidingcropIhadn’tnoticedisinhisrighthand.Ithappenssoquicklythatthesurprisehardlyregisters.Evenmoreastonishing—itdoesn’thurt.Well,notmuch,justaslightringingsting.
