Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
Let’sgotobed.”
Iraisemyeyebrows.“You’regoingtosettleforplainoldvanilla?”
Hecockshisheadtooneside.“Nothingplainoroldaboutvanilla—it’saveryintriguingflavor,”hebreathes.
“Sincewhen?”
“SincelastSaturday.Why?Wereyouhopingforsomethingmoreexotic?”
Myinnergoddesspopsherheadabovetheparapet.
“Ohno.I’vehadenoughexoticforoneday.”Myinnergoddesspoutsatme,failingmiserablytohideherdisappointment.
“Sure?Wecaterforalltasteshere—atleastthirty-oneflavors.”Hegrinsatmelasciviously.
“I’venoticed,”Ireplydryly.
Heshakeshishead.“Comeon,MissSteele,youhaveabigdaytomorrow.Sooneryou’reinbed,sooneryou’llbefucked,andsooneryoucansleep.”
“Mr.Grey,youareabornromantic.”
“MissSteele,youhaveasmartmouth.Imayhavetosubdueitsomeway.Come.”Heleadsmedownthehallwayintohisbedroomandkicksthedoorclosed.
“Handsintheair,”hecommands.
Ioblige,andinonebreathtakinglyswiftmoveheremovesmydresslikeamagician,graspingitatthehemandpullingitsmoothlyandfleetlyovermyhead.
“Ta-da!”hesaysplayfully.
Igiggleandapplaudpolitely.Hebowsgracefully,grinning.HowcanIresisthimwhenhe’slikethis?Heplacesmydressonthelonechairbesidehischestofdrawers.
“Andforyournexttrick?”Iprompt,teasing.
“Oh,mydearMissSteele.Getintomybed,”hegrowls,“andI’llshowyou.”
“DoyouthinkthatforonceIshouldplayhardtoget?”Iaskcoquettishly.
