Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 1
Where’shegoingwiththis?Heplaceshiselbowsonthearmsofthechairandsteepleshisfingersinfrontofhismouth.Hismouthisvery…distracting.Iswallow.
“There’snotmuchtoknow.”
“Whatareyourplansafteryougraduate?”
Ishrug,thrownbyhisinterest.MovetoSeattlewithKate,findajob.Ihaven’treallythoughtbeyondmyfinals.
“Ihaven’tmadeanyplans,Mr.Grey.Ijustneedtogetthroughmyfinalexams.”WhichIshouldbestudyingforrightnow,ratherthansittinginyourpalatial,swanky,sterileoffice,feelinguncomfortableunderyourpenetratinggaze.
“Werunanexcellentinternshipprogramhere,”hesaysquietly.Iraisemyeyebrowsinsurprise.Isheofferingmeajob?
“Oh.I’llbearthatinmind,”Imurmur,confounded.“ThoughI’mnotsureI’dfitinhere.”Ohno.I’mmusingoutloudagain.
“Whydoyousaythat?”Hetiltshisheadtooneside,intrigued,ahintofasmileplayingonhislips.
“It’sobvious,isn’tit?”I’muncoordinated,scruffy,andI’mnotblonde.
“Nottome.”Hisgazeisintense,allhumorgone,andstrangemusclesdeepinmybellyclenchsuddenly.Itearmyeyesawayfromhisscrutinyandstareblindlydownatmyknottedfingers.What’sgoingon?Ihavetogo—now.Ileanforwardtoretrievetherecorder.
“Wouldyoulikemetoshowyouaround?”heasks.
“I’msureyou’refartoobusy,Mr.Grey,andIdohavealongdrive.”
“You’redrivingbacktoVancouver?”Hesoundssurprised,anxiouseven.Heglancesoutofthewindow.It’sbeguntorain.“Well,you’dbetterdrivecarefully.
