Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
”Iwouldn’thavefiguredhimforaBritneyfan.Theclub-mix,technobeatassaultsusboth,andChristianturnsthevolumedown.Maybeit’stooearlyforthis:Britney’sathermostsultry.
“‘Toxic,’eh?”Christiangrins.
“Idon’tknowwhatyoumean.”Ifeigninnocence.
Heturnsthemusicdownalittlemore,andinsideIamhuggingmyself.Myinnergoddessisstandingonthepodiumawaitinghergoldmedal.Heturnedthemusicdown.Victory!
“Ididn’tputthatsongonmyiPod,”hesayscasually,andputshisfootdownsothatIamthrownbackintomyseatasthecaracceleratesalongthefreeway.
What?Heknowswhathe’sdoing,thebastard.Whodid?AndIhavetolistentoBritneygoingonandon.Who…who?
ThesongendsandtheiPodshufflestoDamienRicebeingmournful.Who?Who?Istareoutthewindow,mystomachchurning.Who?
“ItwasLeila,”heanswersmyunspokenthoughts.Howdoeshedothat?
“Leila?”
“Anex,whoputthesongonmyiPod.”
DamienwarblesawayinthebackgroundasIsitstunned.Anex…ex-submissive?Anex—
“Oneofthefifteen?”Iask.
“Yes.”
“Whathappenedtoher?”
“Wefinished.”
“Why?”
Ohjeez.It’stooearlyforthiskindofconversation.Buthelooksrelaxed,happyeven,and,what’smore,talkative.
“Shewantedmore.”Hisvoiceislow,introspectiveeven,andheleavesthesentencehangingbetweenus,endingitwiththatpowerfullittlewordagain.
“Andyoudidn’t?”IaskbeforeIcanemploymybrain-to-mouthfilter.Shit,doIwanttoknow?
Heshakeshishead.“I’veneverwantedmore,untilImetyou.
