Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
“Youdisarmmetotally,MissSteele.Yourinnocence.Itcutsthroughallthecrap.”
“Isthatwhyyou’vechangedyourmind?”
“Changedmymind?”
“Yes—about…er…us?”
Hestrokeshischinthoughtfullywithhislong,skilledfingers.“Idon’tthinkI’vechangedmymindperse.Wejustneedtoredefineourparameters,redrawourbattlelines,ifyouwill.Wecanmakethiswork,I’msure.Iwantyousubmissiveinmyplayroom.Iwillpunishyouifyoudigressfromtherules.Otherthanthat…well,Ithinkit’sallupfordiscussion.Thosearemyrequirements,MissSteele.Whatsayyoutothat?”
“SoIgettosleepwithyou?Inyourbed?”
“Isthatwhatyouwant?”
“Yes.”
“Iagreethen.Besides,Isleepverywellwhenyou’reinmybed.Ihadnoidea.”Hisbrowcreasesashisvoicefades.
“Iwasfrightenedyou’dleavemeifIdidn’tagreetoallofit,”Iwhisper.
“I’mnotgoinganywhere,Anastasia.Besides…”Hetrailsoff,andaftersomethought,headds,“We’refollowingyouradvice,yourdefinition:compromise.Youe-mailedittome.Andsofar,it’sworkingforme.”
“Ilovethatyouwantmore,”Imurmurshyly.
“Iknow.”
“Howdoyouknow?”
“Trustme.Ijustdo.”Hesmirksatme.He’shidingsomething.What?
Atthatmoment,Leandraarriveswithbreakfastandourconversationceases.Mystomachrumbles,remindingmehowravenousIam.ChristianwatcheswithannoyingapprovalasIdevoureverythingonmyplate.
“CanItreatyou?”IaskChristian.
“Treatmehow?”
“Payforthismeal.”
Christiansnorts.
