Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 23
Whydoeshefindthisfunny?AndwhyamIgrinningbackathimlikeanidiot?
“Ican’tgiveyouanumber.Ididn’tputnotchesinthebedpostoranything.”
“Whatarewetalking—tens,hundreds…thousands?”Myeyesgrowwilderasthenumbersgetlarger.
“Tens.We’reinthetens,forpity’ssake.”
“Allsubmissives?”
“Yes.”
“Stopgrinningatme,”Iscoldhimmildly,tryingandfailingtokeepastraightface.
“Ican’t.You’refunny.”
“Funnypeculiarorfunnyha-ha?”
“AbitofbothIthink.”Hiswordsmirrormine.
“That’sdamnedcheeky,comingfromyou.”
Heleansacrossandkissesthetipofmynose.“Thiswillshockyou,Anastasia.Ready?”
Inod,wide-eyed,stillwiththestupidgrinonmyface.
“Allsubmissivesintraining,whenIwastraining.ThereareplacesinandaroundSeattlethatonecangoandpractice.LearntodowhatIdo,”hesays.
What?
“Oh.”Iblinkathim.
“Yep,I’vepaidforsex,Anastasia.”
“That’snothingtobeproudof,”Imutterhaughtily.“Andyou’reright…Iamdeeplyshocked.AndcrossthatIcan’tshockyou.”
“Youworemyunderwear.”
“Didthatshockyou?”
“Yes.”
Myinnergoddesspole-vaultsoverthefifteen-footbar.
“Youdidn’twearyourpantiestomeetmyparents.”
“Didthatshockyou?”
“Yes.”
Jeez,thebar’smovedtosixteenfeet.
“ItseemsIcanonlyshockyouintheunderweardepartment.”
“Youtoldmeyouwereavirgin.That’sthebiggestshockI’veeverhad.”
“Yes,yourfacewasapicture,aKodakmoment.”Igiggle
