Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 20
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“Howcanyousaythat?”Istruggleupontomyknees,facinghim.
Herollshiseyesatme,frustrated.
“You’rerollingyoureyes.LasttimeIdidthat,Iendedupoveryourknee.”
“Oh,I’dliketoputyouthereagain.”
Inspirationhitsme.
“Tellmeandyoucan.”
“What?”
“Youheardme.”
“You’rebargainingwithme?”Hisvoiceresonateswithastonisheddisbelief.
Inod.Yes…thisistheway.
“Negotiating.”
“Itdoesn’tworkthatway,Anastasia.”
“Okay.Tellme,andI’llrollmyeyesatyou.”
Helaughs,andIgetarareglimpseofcarefreeChristian.I’venotseenhimforawhile.Hesobers.
“Alwayssokeenandeagerforinformation.”Hegazesatmespeculatively.Afteramoment,hegracefullyclimbsoffthebed.“Don’tgoaway,”hesaysandexitstheroom.
Trepidationlancesthroughme,andIhugmyself.What’shedoing?Doeshehavesomeevilplan?Crap.Supposehereturnswithacane,orsomeweirdkinkyimplement?Holyshit,whatwillIdothen?Whenhedoesreturn,he’sholdingsomethingsmallinhishands.Ican’tseewhatitis,andI’mburningwithcuriosity.
“When’syourfirstinterviewtomorrow?”heaskssoftly.
“Two.”
Aslow,wickedgrinspreadsacrosshisface.
“Good.”Andbeforemyeyes,hesubtlychanges.He’sharder,intractable…hot.ThisisDominantChristian.
“Getoffthebed.Standoverhere.”Hepointstobesidethebed,andIscrambleupandoffindoubletime.Hestaresintentlydownatme,hiseyesglitteringwithpromise.“Trustme?”heasks.
Inod.
