Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 23
So,whileit’sacceptabletogrillme,youthinkyoucanclaimsomekindofdiplomaticimmunityjustbecauseI’veflownallthiswaytoseeyou?I’mnotbuyingit,MissSteele.Iwanttoknowhowyoufeel.”
Ohno…
“Itoldyou.Iampleasedyou’rehere.Thankyouforcomingallthisway,”Isayfeebly.
“It’smypleasure.”Hiseyesshineasheleansdownandkissesmegently.Ifeelmyselfrespondingautomatically.Thewaterisstillwarm,thebathroomstillsteamy.Hestopsandpullsback,gazingdownatme.
“No.IthinkIwantsomeanswersfirstbeforewedoanymore.”
More?There’sthatwordagain.Andhewantsanswers…answerstowhat?Idon’thaveasecretpast—Idon’thaveaharrowingchildhood.Whatcouldhepossiblywanttoknowaboutmethathedoesn’talreadyknow?
Isigh,resigned.“Whatdoyouwanttoknow?”
“Well,howyoufeelaboutourwould-bearrangement,forstarters.”
Iblinkathim.Truthordaretime—mysubconsciousandinnergoddessglancenervouslyateachother.Hell,let’sgofortruth.
“Idon’tthinkIcandoitforanextendedperiodoftime.AwholeweekendbeingsomeoneI’mnot.”Iflushandstareatmyhands.
Hetipsmychinup,andhe’ssmirkingatme,amused.
“No,Idon’tthinkyoucould,either.”
Andpartofmefeelsslightlyaffrontedandchallenged.“Areyoulaughingatme?”
“Yes,butinagoodway,”hesayswithasmallsmile.
Heleansdownandkissesmesoftly,briefly.
“You’renotagreatsubmissive,”hebreathesasheholdsmychin,hiseyesdancingwithhumor.
