Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 25
HebeginstoundothebuttonsonmyblousewhileIwatchhim,yearningtoreachoutandstrokehischest,butIcontainmyself.
“Howwasyourjourney?”heasksmildly.Heseemssomuchcalmernow,hisapprehensiongone,dissolvedbysexualcongress.
“Fine,thankyou,”Imurmur,stillbreathless.“Thanksonceagainforfirstclass.Itreallyisamuchnicerwaytotravel.”Ismileshylyathim.“Ihavesomenews,”Iaddnervously.
“Oh?”Helooksdownatmeasheundoesthelastbutton,slipsmyblousedownmyarms,andthrowsitontopofhisdiscardedclothes.
“Ihaveajob.”
Hestills,thensmilesatme,hiseyeswarmandsoft.
“Congratulations,MissSteele.Nowwillyoutellmewhere?”heteases.
“Youdon’tknow?”
Heshakeshishead,frowning.“WhywouldIknow?”
“Withyourstalkingcapabilities,Ithoughtyoumighthave…”Itrailoffashisfacefalls.
“Anastasia,Iwouldn’tdreamofinterferinginyourcareer,unlessyouaskmeto,ofcourse.”Helookswounded.
“Soyouhavenoideawhichcompany?”
“No.IknowtherearefourpublishingcompaniesinSeattle—soIamassumingit’soneofthem.”
“SIP.”
“Oh,thesmallone,good.Welldone.”Heleansforwardandkissesmyforehead.“Clevergirl.Whendoyoustart?”
“Monday.”
“Thatsoon,eh?I’dbettertakeadvantageofyouwhileIstillcan.Turnaround.”
IamthrownbyhiscasualcommandbutdoasI’mbid,andheundoesmybraandunzipsmyskirt.Hepushesmyskirtdown,cuppingmybehindashedoesandkissingmyshoulder.
