Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 25
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AndIcan’thelpit…IraisemyeyebrowathimandamabouttoremindhimofmyGPA,butthesuddenfrostyglintinhisicygrayeyesstopsmeinmytracks.
“Don’tstartwithyoursmartmouthinhere,MissSteele.OrIwillfuckitwithyouonyourknees.Doyouunderstand?”
Iswallowinstinctively.Okay.Iblinkrapidly,chastened.Actually,it’shistoneofvoice,ratherthanthethreat,thatintimidatesme.
“Well?”
“Yes,Sir,”Imumblehastily.
“Goodgirl,”hepausesashestaresatme.“Myintentionisnotthatyoushouldusethesafewordbecauseyou’reinpain.WhatIintendtodotoyouwillbeintense.Veryintense,andyouhavetoguideme.Doyouunderstand?”
Notreally.Intense?Wow.
“Thisisabouttouch,Anastasia.Youwillnotbeabletoseemeorhearme.Butyou’llbeabletofeelme.”
Ifrown—nothearhim?Howisthatgoingtowork?Heturns,andIhadn’tnoticedthatabovethechestisasleek,flat,matteblackbox.Ashewaveshishandinfront,theboxsplitsinhalf:twodoorsslideopenrevealingaCDplayerandahostofbuttons.Christianpressesseveralofthesebuttonsinsequence.Nothinghappens,butheseemssatisfied.Iammystified.Whenheturnstofacemeagain,hewearshissmallI-have-a-secretsmile.
“Iamgoingtotieyoutothatbed,Anastasia.ButI’mgoingtoblindfoldyoufirstand,”herevealshisiPodinhishand,“youwillnotbeabletohearme.AllyouwillhearisthemusicIamgoingtoplayforyou.”
Okay.Amusicalinterlude.NotwhatIwasexpecting.DoesheeverdowhatIexpect?Jeez,Ihopeit’snotrap.
“Come.
