Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 1
”Histoneisstern,authoritative.Whyshouldhecare?“Didyougeteverythingyouneed?”headds.
“Yes,sir,”Ireply,packingtherecorderintomybackpack.Hiseyesnarrow,speculatively.
“Thankyoufortheinterview,Mr.Grey.”
“Thepleasure’sbeenallmine,”hesays,politeasever.
AsIrise,hestandsandholdsouthishand.
“Untilwemeetagain,MissSteele.”Anditsoundslikeachallenge,orathreat,I’mnotsurewhich.Ifrown.Whenwillweevermeetagain?Ishakehishandoncemore,astoundedthatthatoddcurrentbetweenusisstillthere.Itmustbemynerves.
“Mr.Grey.”Inodathim.Movingwithlitheathleticgracetothedoor,heopensitwide.
“Justensuringyoumakeitthroughthedoor,MissSteele.”Hegivesmeasmallsmile.Obviously,he’sreferringtomyearlierless-than-elegantentryintohisoffice.Iblush.
“That’sveryconsiderate,Mr.Grey,”Isnap,andhissmilewidens.I’mgladyoufindmeentertaining,Iglowerinwardly,walkingintothefoyer.I’msurprisedwhenhefollowsmeout.AndreaandOliviabothlookup,equallysurprised.
“Didyouhaveacoat?”Greyasks.
“Ajacket.”
Olivialeapsupandretrievesmyjacket,whichGreytakesfromherbeforeshecanhandittome.Heholdsitupand,feelingridiculouslyself-conscious,Ishrugiton.Greyplaceshishandsforamomentonmyshoulders.Igaspatthecontact.Ifhenoticesmyreaction,hegivesnothingaway.Hislongindexfingerpressesthebuttonsummoningtheelevator,andwestandwaiting—awkwardlyonmypart,coollyself-possessedonhis
