Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 1
Again,thisisatoddswithsomeonewhowantstofeedtheworld,soIcan’thelpthinkingthatwe’retalkingaboutsomethingelse,butI’mmystifiedastowhatitis.Iswallowhard.Thetemperatureintheroomisrising,ormaybeit’sjustme.Ijustwantthisinterviewtobeover.SurelyKatehasenoughmaterialnow.Iglanceatthenextquestion.
“Youwereadopted.Howmuchdoyouthinkthat’sshapedthewayyouare?”Oh,thisispersonal.Istareathim,hopinghe’snotoffended.Hisbrowfurrows.
“Ihavenowayofknowing.”
Myinterestispiqued.“Howoldwereyouwhenyouwereadopted?”
“That’samatterofpublicrecord,MissSteele.”Histoneisstern.Crap.Yes,ofcourse—ifI’dknownIwasdoingthisinterview,Iwouldhavedonesomeresearch.Flustered,Imoveonquickly.
“You’vehadtosacrificefamilylifeforyourwork.”
“That’snotaquestion.”He’sterse.
“Sorry.”Isquirm;he’smademefeellikeanerrantchild.Itryagain.“Haveyouhadtosacrificefamilylifeforyourwork?”
“Ihaveafamily.Ihaveabrotherandasisterandtwolovingparents.I’mnotinterestedinextendingmyfamilybeyondthat.”
“Areyougay,Mr.Grey?”
Heinhalessharply,andIcringe,mortified.Crap.Whydidn’tIemploysomekindoffilterbeforeIreadthisstraightout?HowcanItellhimI’mjustreadingthequestions?DamnKateandhercuriosity!
“No,Anastasia,I’mnot.”Heraiseshiseyebrows,acoolgleaminhiseyes.Hedoesnotlookpleased.
“Iapologize.It’s,um…writtenhere.”It’sthefirsttimehe’ssaidmyname.
