Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
Sheflushesscarlet,andasmallounceofsympathyforherbubblesunwelcomeintomyconsciousnessbecausehestilldoesthattome.Herpresenceallowsmetoescapebrieflyfromhissensualglare.
“Anastasia?”hepromptsme,ignoringher,andIdon’tthinkanyonecouldsqueezeasmuchcarnalityintomynameashedoesatthatmoment.
Iswallow,prayingthatIdon’tturnthesamecoloraspoorLeandra.
“Itoldyou,Iwantwhatyouwant.”Ikeepmyvoicesoft,low,andhelooksatmehungrily.Jeez,myinnergoddessswoons.AmIuptothisgame?
Leandralooksfrommetohimandbackagain.She’spracticallythesamecolorashershinyredhair.
“ShallIgiveyoufolksanotherminutetodecide?”
“No.Weknowwhatwewant.”Christian’smouthtwitcheswithasmall,sexysmile.
“We’llhavetwoportionsoftheoriginalbuttermilkpancakeswithmaplesyrupandbaconontheside,twoglassesoforangejuice,oneblackcoffeewithskimmilk,andoneEnglishbreakfasttea,ifyouhaveit,”saysChristian,nottakinghiseyesoffme.
“Thankyou,sir.Willthatbeall?”Leandrawhispers,lookinganywherebutatthetwoofus.Webothturntostareather,andsheflushescrimsonagainandscuttlesaway.
“Youknow,it’sreallynotfair.”IglancedownattheFormicatabletop,tracingapatternonitwithmyindexfinger,tryingtosoundnonchalant.
“What’snotfair?”
“Howyoudisarmpeople.Women.Me.”
“DoIdisarmyou?”
Isnort.“Allthetime.”
“It’sjustlooks,Anastasia,”hesaysmildly.
“No,Christian,it’smuchmorethanthat.”
Hisbrowcreases.
