Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 1
Myheartbeathasaccelerated,andmycheeksareheatingupagain.Nervously,Ituckmyloosenedhairbehindmyear.
Hecockshisheadtooneside.
“Thesearen’tyourownquestions?”
Theblooddrainsfrommyhead.
“Er…no.Kate—MissKavanagh—shecompiledthequestions.”
“Areyoucolleaguesonthestudentpaper?”Ohno.Ihavenothingtodowiththestudentpaper.It’sherextracurricularactivity,notmine.Myfaceisaflame.
“No.She’smyroommate.”
Herubshischininquietdeliberation,hisgrayeyesappraisingme.
“Didyouvolunteertodothisinterview?”heasks,hisvoicedeadlyquiet.
Hangon,who’ssupposedtobeinterviewingwhom?Hiseyesburnintome,andI’mcompelledtoanswerwiththetruth.
“Iwasdrafted.She’snotwell.”Myvoiceisweakandapologetic.
“Thatexplainsagreatdeal.”
There’saknockatthedoor,andBlondeNumberTwoenters.
“Mr.Grey,forgivemeforinterrupting,butyournextmeetingisintwominutes.”
“We’renotfinishedhere,Andrea.Pleasecancelmynextmeeting.”
Andreahesitates,gapingathim.Sheappearslost.Heturnshisheadslowlytofaceherandraiseshiseyebrows.Sheflushesbrightpink.Oh,good.It’snotjustme.
“Verywell,Mr.Grey,”shemutters,thenexits.Hefrowns,andturnshisattentionbacktome.
“Wherewerewe,MissSteele?”
Oh,we’rebackto“MissSteele”now.
“Please,don’tletmekeepyoufromanything.”
“Iwanttoknowaboutyou.Ithinkthat’sonlyfair.”Hiseyesarealightwithcuriosity.Doublecrap.
