Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 5
“Ifyou’relookingforyourjeans,I’vesentthemtothelaundry.”Hisgazeisdark.“Theywerespatteredwithyourvomit.”
“Oh.”Iflushscarlet.Whyohwhydoeshealwayscatchmeoffbalance?
“IsentTayloroutforanotherpairandsomeshoes.They’reinthebagonthechair.”
Cleanclothes.Whatanunexpectedbonus.
“Um…I’llhaveashower,”Imutter.“Thanks.”WhatelsecanIsay?IgrabthebaganddartintothebathroomawayfromtheunnervingproximityofnakedChristian.Michelangelo’sDavidhasnothingonhim.
Inthebathroom,it’sallhotandsteamy.Istripoffmyclothesandquicklyclamberintotheshower,anxioustobeunderthecleansingstreamofwater.Itcascadesoverme,andIholdupmyfaceintothewelcomingtorrent.IwantChristianGrey.Iwanthimbadly.Simplefact.Forthefirsttimeinmylife,Iwanttogotobedwithaman.Iwanttofeelhishandsandhismouthonme.
Hesaidhelikeshiswomensentient.He’sprobablynotcelibatethen.Buthe’snotmadeapassatme,unlikePaulorJosé.Idon’tunderstand.Doeshewantme?Hewouldn’tkissmelastweek.AmIrepellenttohim?AndyetI’mhereandhebroughtmehere.Ijustdon’tknowwhathisgameis.What’shethinking?You’vesleptinhisbedallnight,andhe’snottouchedyou,Ana.Youdothemath.Mysubconscioushasrearedherugly,snidehead.Iignoreher.
Thewateriswarmandsoothing.Hmm…Icouldstayunderthisshower,inhisbathroom,forever.Ireachforthebodywashanditsmellsofhim.It’sadelicioussmell.
