Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
Hiseyeswidenwithsurprise,andIseeaglimmerofexcitement.“Well…thedoor’sclosed.Notsurehowyou’regoingtoavoidme,”hesayssardonically.“Ithinkit’sadonedeal.”
“ButI’magoodnegotiator.”
“SoamI.”Hestaresdownatme,butashedoes,hisexpressionchanges,confusionwashesoverhimandtheatmosphereintheroomshiftsabruptly,tensing.“Don’tyouwanttofuck?”heasks.
“No,”Ibreathe.
“Oh.”Hefrowns.
Okay,heregoes…deepbreath.
“Iwantyoutomakelovetome.”
Hestillsandstaresatmeblankly.Hisexpressiondarkens.Oh,shit,thisdoesn’tlookgood.Givehimaminute!Mysubconscioussnaps.
“Ana,I…”Herunshishandsthroughhishair.Twohands.Jeez,he’sreallybewildered.“Ithoughtwedid?”hesayseventually.
“Iwanttotouchyou.”
Hetakesaninvoluntarystepbackfromme,hisexpressionforamomentfearful,andthenhereinsitin.
“Please,”Iwhisper.
Herecovershimself.“Ohno,MissSteele,you’vehadenoughconcessionsfrommethisevening.AndI’msayingno.”
“No?”
“No.”
Oh…Ican’targuewiththat…canI?
“Look,you’retired,I’mtired.Let’sjustgotobed,”hesays,watchingmecarefully.
“Sotouchingisahardlimitforyou?”
“Yes.Thisisoldnews.”
“Pleasetellmewhy.”
“Oh,Anastasia,please.Justdropitfornow,”hemuttersexasperated.
“It’simportanttome.”
Againherunsbothhandsthroughhishair,andheuttersanoathbeneathhisbreath.Turningonhisheel,heheadsforthechestofdrawers,pullsoutaT-shirt,andthrowsitatme.
