Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
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Igasp,reeling.Isn’tthiswhatIwant?Hewantsmore.Hewantsit,too!Myinnergoddesshasbackflippedoffthepodiumandisdoingcartwheelsaroundthestadium.It’snotjustme.
“Whathappenedtotheotherfourteen?”Iask.
Jeez,he’stalking—takeadvantage.
“Youwantalist?Divorced,beheaded,died?”
“You’renotHenryVIII.”
“Okay.Innoparticularorder,I’veonlyhadlong-termrelationshipswithfourwomen,apartfromElena.”
“Elena?”
“Mrs.Robinsontoyou.”Hehalfsmileshissecret-private-jokesmile.
Elena!Holyfuck.Theevilonehasanameandit’sallforeignsounding.Avisionofaglorious,pale-skinnedvampwithravenhairandruby-redlipscomestomind,andIknowthatshe’sbeautiful.Imustnotdwell.Imustnotdwell.
“Whathappenedtothefour?”Iasktodistractmyself.
“Soinquisitive,soeagerforinformation,MissSteele,”hescoldsplayfully.
“Oh,Mr.WhenIsYourPeriodDue?”
“Anastasia—amanneedstoknowthesethings.”
“Doeshe?”
“Ido.”
“Why?”
“BecauseIdon’twantyoutogetpregnant.”
“NeitherdoI!Well,notforafewyearsyet.”
Christianblinks,startled,thenvisiblyrelaxes.Okay.Christiandoesn’twantchildren.Nowornever?Iamreelingfromhissudden,unprecedentedattackofcandor.Perhapsit’stheearlymorning?SomethingintheGeorgiawater?TheGeorgiaair?WhatelsedoIwanttoknow?Carpediem.
“Sotheotherfour,whathappened?”Iask.
“Onemetsomeoneelse.Theotherthreewanted—more.Iwasn’tinthemarketformorethen.”
“Andtheothers?”Ipress.
