Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 23
Imovethroughthewatertohissideandleanagainsthimsowe’retouching,skintoskin.Hetensesandeyesmewarily,asifImightbite.Well,that’saturnaround.Myinnergoddessgazesathiminquiet,surprisedspeculation.
“Pleasedon’tbeangrywithme,”Iwhisper.
“Iamnotangrywithyou,Anastasia.I’mjustnotusedtothiskindoftalking—thisprobing.IonlyhavethiswithDr.Flynnandwith—”Hestopsandfrowns.
“Withher.Mrs.Robinson.Youtalktoher?”Iprompt,tryingtoreininmyowntemper.
“Yes,Ido.”
“Whatabout?”
Heshiftsinthebathsothathe’sfacingme,causingthewatertolapoverthesidesontothefloor.Heplaceshisarmaroundmyshoulders,restingontheledgeofthebath.
“Persistentaren’tyou?”hemurmurs,atraceofirritationinhisvoice.“Life,theuniverse—business.Anastasia,Mrs.RandIgowayback.Wecandiscussanything.”
“Me?”Iwhisper.
“Yes.”Grayeyeswatchmecarefully.
Ibitemybottomlip,tryingtocurbthesuddenrushofangerthatsurfaces.
“Whydoyoutalkaboutme?”Iendeavornottosoundwhineyandpetulant,butIdon’tsucceed.IknowIshouldstop.Iampushinghimtoohard.MysubconscioushasherMunch’sScreamfaceonagain.
“I’venevermetanyonelikeyou,Anastasia.”
“Whatdoesthatmean?Anyonewhojustdidn’tautomaticallysignyourpaperwork,noquestionsasked?”
Heshakeshishead.“Ineedadvice.”
“AndyoutakeadvicefromMrs.Pedo?”Isnap.TheholdonmytemperismoretentativethanIthought.
