Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           Overourdessertoflemonsyllabub,MiaregalesuswithherexploitsinParis,lapsingatonepointintofluentFrench.Weallstareather,andshestaresbackpuzzled,untilChristiantellsherinequallyfluentFrenchwhatshe’sdone,whereuponsheburstsintoafitofgiggles.Shehasaveryinfectiouslaugh,andsoonwe’reallinstitches.

           Elliotholdsforthabouthislatestbuildingproject,aneweco-friendlycommunitytothenorthofSeattle.IglanceupatKate,andshe’shangingoneverywordElliotsays,hereyesglowingwithlustorlove.Ihaven’tquiteworkedoutwhichyet.Hegrinsdownather,andit’sasifanunspokenpromisepassesbetweenthem.Laters,baby,he’ssaying,andit’shot,freakinghot.Iflushjustwatchingthem.

           IsighandpeekupatFiftyShades.Icouldstareathimforever.Hehaslightstubbleoverhischin,andmyfingersitchtoscratchitandfeelitagainstmyface,againstmybreasts…betweenmythighs.Iblushatthedirectionofmythoughts.Hepeersdownatmeandraiseshishandtopullatmychin.

           “Don’tbiteyourlip,”hemurmurshuskily.“Iwanttodothat.”

           GraceandMiaclearourdessertglassesandheadtothekitchen,whileMr.Grey,Kate,andElliotdiscussthemeritsofsolarpanelsinWashingtonState.Christian,feigninginterestintheirconversation,putshishandoncemoreonmyknee,andhisfingerstravelupmythigh.MybreathinghitchesandIpressmythighstogetherinabidtohalthisprogress.Icanseehimsmirk.

           “ShallIgiveyouatourofthegrounds?”heasksmequiteopenly.