Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           “Breakfast,”hewhispers,makingitsounddeliciouslyerotic.

           Howcanhemakebaconandeggssoundlikeforbiddenfruit?It’sanextraordinaryskill.Heturns,claspingmyhand,andweheadbacktowardthecar.

           “Whatabouttheglider?”

           “Someonewilltakecareofthat,”hesaysdismissively.“We’lleatnow.”Histoneisunequivocal.

           Food!He’stalkingfood,whenreallyallIwantishim.

           “Come.”Hesmiles.

           Ihaveneverseenhimlikethis,andit’sajoytobehold.Ifindmyselfwalkingbesidehim,handinhand,withastupid,goofygrinplasteredonmyface.ItremindsmeofwhenIwastenandspentthedayatDisneylandwithRay.Itwasaperfectday,andthisissureshapingouttobethesame.

           BACKINTHECAR,asweheadbackalongInterstate95towardSavannah,myphonealarmgoesoff.Ohyes…mypill.

           “What’sthat?”Christianasks,curious,glancingatme.

           Ifumbleinmypurseforthepacket.

           “Alarmformypill,”Imutterasmycheeksflush.

           Hislipsquirkup.

           “Good,welldone.Ihatecondoms.”

           Iflushsomemore.He’saspatronizingasever.

           “IlikethatyouintroducedmetoMarkasyourgirlfriend,”Imurmur.

           “Isn’tthatwhatyouare?”Heraisesaneyebrow.

           “AmI?Ithoughtyouwantedasubmissive.”

           “SodidI,Anastasia,andIdo.ButI’vetoldyou,Iwantmore,too.”

           Ohmy.He’scomingaround,andhopesurgesthroughme,leavingmebreathless.

           “I’mveryhappythatyouwantmore,”Iwhisper.

           “Weaimtoplease,MissSteele.”HesmirksaswepullintotheInternationalHouseofPancakes.

           “IHOP.”Igrinbackathim.Idon’tbelieveit.