Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 23
Ididn’t,”hesaysquietly,hisgrayeyeswideandcautious.
“No,youdidn’tanswermyquestion,orno,youdidn’tloveher?”
Hefoldshisarmsandleansagainstthewall,andasmallsmileplaysuponhislips.
“Whatareyoudoinghere,Anastasia?”
“I’vejusttoldyou.”
Hetakesadeepbreath.
“No.Ididn’tloveher.”Hefrownsatme,amusedyetpuzzled.
Ican’tbelieveI’mholdingmybreath.IsaglikeanoldclothsackasIreleaseit.Well,thankheavensforthat.HowwouldIfeelifheactuallylovedthewitch?
“You’requitethegreen-eyedgoddess,Anastasia.Whowouldhavethought?”
“Areyoumakingfunofme,Mr.Grey?”
“Iwouldn’tdare.”Heshakeshisheadsolemnly,buthehasawickedgleaminhiseye.
“Oh,Ithinkyouwould,andIthinkyoudo—often.”
HesmirksasIgivehimbackthewordshe’ssaidtomebefore.Hiseyesdarken.
“Pleasestopbitingyourlip.You’reinmyroom,Ihaven’tseteyesonyoufornearlythreedays,andI’veflownalongwaytoseeyou.”Histonehaschangedtosoft,sensual.
HisBlackBerrybuzzes,distractingusboth,andheswitchesitoffwithoutglancingtoseewhoitis.Mybreathhitches.Iknowwherethisisgoing…butwe’resupposedtotalk.Hetakesasteptowardmewearinghissexypredatorylook.
“Iwantyou,Anastasia.Now.Andyouwantme.That’swhyyou’rehere.”
“Ireallydidwanttoknow,”Iwhisperasadefense.
“Well,nowthatyoudo,areyoucomingorgoing?”
Iflushashecomestoahaltinfrontofme.
“Coming,”Imurmur,staringanxiouslyupathim.
“Oh,Ihopeso.
