Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
Tayloropensthedoorforus,andIthankhimshyly,awarethathe’sbeenwithinearshotofourconversation,buthiskindsmileisreassuringandgivesnothingaway.Onceoutofthecar,Christianassessesmecritically.Ohno…whathaveIdonenow?
“Whydon’tyouhaveajacket?”hefrownsasheshrugsoutofhisanddrapesitovermyshoulders.
Reliefwashesthroughme.
“It’sinmynewcar,”Ireplysleepily,yawning.
Hesmirksatme.
“Tired,MissSteele?”
“Yes,Mr.Grey.”Ifeelbashfulunderhisteasingscrutiny.NeverthelessIfeelanexplanationisinorder.“I’vebeenprevaileduponinwaysIneverthoughtpossibletoday.”
“Well,ifyou’rereallyunlucky,Imayprevailuponyousomemore,”hepromisesashetakesmyhandandleadsmeintothebuilding.Holyshit…Again!
Igazeupathimintheelevator.Ihaveassumedhe’dlikemetosleepwithhim,andthenIrememberthathedoesn’tsleepwithanyone,althoughhehaswithmeafewtimes.Ifrown,andabruptlyhisgazedarkens.Hereachesupandgraspsmychin,freeingmylipfromteeth.
“OnedayIwillfuckyouinthiselevator,Anastasia,butrightnowyou’retired—soIthinkweshouldsticktoabed.”
Bendingdown,heclampshisteetharoundmylowerlipandpullsgently.Imeltagainsthim,andmybreathingstopsasmyinsidesunfurlwithlonging.Ireciprocate,fasteningmyteethoverhistoplip,teasinghim,andhegroans.Whentheelevatordoorsopen,hegrabsmyhandandtugsmeintothefoyer,throughthedoubledoors,andintothehallway.
“Doyouneedadrinkoranything?”
“No.”
“Good.
