Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
“Idon’tthinkso,”hescoffs.
“Please.Iwantto.”
Hefrownsatme.
“Areyoutryingtocompletelyemasculateme?”
“ThisisprobablytheonlyplacethatI’llbeabletoaffordtopay.”
“Anastasia,Iappreciatethethought.Ido.Butno.”
Ipursemylips.
“Don’tscowl,”hethreatens,hiseyesglintingominously.
OFCOURSEHEDOESN’Taskmeformymother’saddress.Heknowsitalready,stalkerthatheis.Whenhepullsupoutsidethehouse,Idon’tcomment.What’sthepoint?
“Doyouwanttocomein?”Iaskshyly.
“Ineedtowork,Anastasia,butI’llbebackthisevening.Whattime?”
Iignoretheunwelcomestabofdisappointment.WhydoIwanttospendeverysingleminutewiththiscontrollingsexgod?Ohyes,I’vefalleninlovewithhim,andhecanfly.
“Thankyou…forthemore.”
“Mypleasure,Anastasia.”Hekissesme,andIinhalehissexyChristiansmell.
“I’llseeyoulater.”
“Trytostopme,”hewhispers.
Iwavegood-byeashedrivesoffintotheGeorgiasunshine.I’mstillwearinghissweatshirtandhisunderwear,andI’mtoowarm.
Inthekitchen,mymomisinacompleteflap.It’snoteverydayshehastoentertainamulti-zillionaire,andit’sstressingherout.
“Howareyou,darling?”sheasks,andIflushbecauseshemustknowwhatIwasdoinglastnight.
“I’mgood.Christiantookmeglidingthismorning.”Ihopethenewinformationwilldistracther.
“Gliding?Asinasmallplanewithnoengine?Thatsortofgliding?”
Inod.
“Wow.”
She’sspeechless—anovelconceptformymother.
