Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 9
Imustremembernottoputsomuchonmyplateifhe’sgoingtobeweirdaboutfood.HisexpressionsoftensasIcarefullymakemywaythroughmybreakfast.Inotethathecleanshisplate.Hewaitsformetofinish,andthenheclearsmyplate.
“Youcooked,I’llclear.”
“That’sverydemocratic.”
“Yes.”Hefrowns.“Notmyusualstyle.AfterI’vedonethis,we’lltakeabath.”
“Oh,okay.”Ohmy…I’dmuchratherhaveashower.Mycellrings,interruptingmyreverie.It’sKate.
“Hi.”Iwanderovertotheglassdoorsofthebalcony,awayfromhim.
“Ana,whydidn’tyoutextlastnight?”She’sangry.
“I’msorry,Iwasovertakenbyevents.”
“You’reokay?”
“Yes,I’mfine.”
“Didyou?”She’sfishingforinformation.Irollmyeyesattheexpectationinhervoice.
“Kate,Idon’twanttotalkoverthephone.”Christianglancesupatme.
“Youdid…Icantell.”
Howcanshetell?She’sbluffing,andIcan’ttalkaboutthis.I’vesignedadamnedagreement.
“Kate,please.”
“Whatwasitlike?Areyouokay?”
“I’vetoldyouI’mokay.”
“Washegentle?”
“Kate,please!”Ican’thidemyexasperation.
“Ana,don’tholdoutonme,I’vebeenwaitingforthisdayfornearlyfouryears.”
“I’llseeyouthisevening.”Ihangup.
Thatisgoingtobeonedifficultsquaretocircle.She’ssotenacious,andshewantstoknow—indetail,andIcan’ttellherbecauseI’vesigneda—whatwasitcalled?NDA.She’llfreakandrightlyso.Ineedaplan.IheadbacktowatchChristianmovegracefullyaroundhiskitchen.
