Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 6
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Ofcoursethere’sahelipadwherehelives.Iamsooutofmyleaguehere.Hisfaceissoftlyilluminatedbythelightsontheinstrumentpanel.He’sconcentratinghard,andhe’scontinuallyglancingatthevariousdialsinfrontofhim.Idrinkinhisfeaturesfrombeneathmylashes.Hehasabeautifulprofile.Straightnose,squarejawed—I’dliketorunmytonguealonghisjaw.Hehasn’tshaved,andhisstubblemakestheprospectdoublytempting.Hmm…I’dliketofeelhowroughitisbeneathmytongue,myfingers,againstmyface.
“Whenyouflyatnight,youflyblind.Youhavetotrusttheinstrumentation,”hesays,interruptingmyeroticreverie.
“Howlongwilltheflightbe?”Imanagebreathlessly.Iwasn’tthinkingaboutsexatall,no,noway.
“Lessthananhour—thewindisinourfavor.”
Hmm,lessthananhourtoSeattle…that’snotbadgoing.Nowonderwe’reflying.
Ihavelessthananhourbeforethebigreveal.Allthemusclesclenchdeepinmybelly.Ihaveaseriouscaseofbutterflies.Theyareflourishinginmystomach.Holyshit,whathashegotinstoreforme?
“Youokay,Anastasia?”
“Yes.”Myanswerisshort,clipped,squeezedoutthroughmynerves.
Ithinkhesmiles,butit’sdifficulttotellinthedarkness.Christianflicksyetanotherswitch.
“PDX,thisisCharlieTangonowatonefourthousand,over.”Heexchangesinformationwithairtrafficcontrol.Itallsoundsveryprofessionaltome.Ithinkwe’removingfromPortland’sairspacetoSeattleInternationalAirport’s.“Understood,Sea-Tac,standingby,overandout.
