Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 25
Heleansagainstmeandhisnosenuzzlesmyhair,inhalingdeeply.Hesqueezesmybuttocks.
“Youintoxicateme,MissSteele,andyoucalmme.Suchaheadycombination.”Hekissesmyhair.Grabbingmyhand,hetugsmeintotheshower.
“Ow,”Isqueal.Thewaterispracticallyscalding.Christiangrinsdownatmeasthewatercascadesoverhim.
“It’sonlyalittlehotwater.”
Andactuallyhe’sright.Itfeelsheavenly,washingoffthestickyGeorgiamorningandthestickinessfromourlovemaking.
“Turnaround,”heorders,andIcomply,turningtofacethewall.“Iwanttowashyou,”hemurmurs,andreachesforthebodywash.Hesquirtsalittleintohishand.
“Ihavesomethingelsetotellyou,”Imurmurashishandsstartonmyshoulders.
“Ohyes?”heasksmildly.
Isteelmyselfwithadeepbreath.“MyfriendJosé’sphotographyshowisopeningThursdayinPortland.”
Hestills,hishandshoveringovermybreasts.Ihaveemphasizedtheword“friend.”
“Yes,whataboutit?”heaskssternly.
“IsaidIwouldgo.Doyouwanttocomewithme?”
Afterwhatfeelslikeamonumentalamountoftime,heslowlystartswashingmeagain.
“Whattime?”
“Theopeningisatseventhirtyp.m.”
Hekissesmyear.
“Okay.”
Insidemysubconsciousrelaxesandthencollapses,slumpedintoanoldbatteredarmchair.
“Wereyounervousaboutaskingme?”
“Yes.Howcanyoutell?”
“Anastasia,yourwholebody’sjustrelaxed,”hesaysdryly.
“Well,youjustseemtobe,um…onthejealousside.”
“Yes,Iam,”hesaysdarkly.“Andyou’ddowelltorememberthat.
