Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 6
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“Well?”
“Yes.”
“Ofcourseyoudo.Isthereanythingyoucan’tdowell?”
“Yes…afewthings.”Hetakesasipofhiswine.Hedoesn’ttakehiseyesoffme.IfeelthemfollowingmeasIturnandglancearoundthisvastroom.“Room”isthewrongword.It’snotaroom—it’samissionstatement.
“Doyouwanttosit?”
Inod,andhetakesmyhandandleadsmetothelargeoff-whitecouch.AsIsit,I’mstruckbythefactthatIfeellikeTessDurbeyfieldlookingatthenewhousethatbelongstothenotoriousAlecd’Urberville.Thethoughtmakesmesmile.
“What’ssoamusing?”Hesitsdownbesideme,turningtofaceme.Herestshisheadonhisrighthand,hiselbowproppedonthebackofthecouch.
“WhydidyougivemeTessofthed’Urbervillesspecifically?”Iask.Christianstaresatmeforamoment.Ithinkhe’ssurprisedbymyquestion.
“Well,yousaidyoulikedThomasHardy.”
“Isthattheonlyreason?”EvenIcanhearthedisappointmentinmyvoice.Hismouthpressesintoahardline.
“Itseemedappropriate.IcouldholdyoutosomeimpossiblyhighideallikeAngelClareordebaseyoucompletelylikeAlecd’Urberville,”hemurmurs,andhiseyesflashdarkanddangerous.
“Ifthereareonlytwochoices,I’lltakethedebasement.”Iwhisper,gazingathim.Mysubconsciousisstaringatmeinawe.Hegasps.
“Anastasia,stopbitingyourlip,please.It’sverydistracting.Youdon’tknowwhatyou’resaying.”
“That’swhyI’mhere.”
Hefrowns.
“Yes.
