Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 10
“Doeshelivehere?Taylor?”
“Yes.”Histoneisclipped.Whatishisproblem?
ChristianheadsovertothekitchenandpicksuphisBlackBerry,scrollingthroughsomee-mails,Iassume.Hismouthpressesinahardline,andhemakesacall.
“Ros,what’stheissue?”hesnaps.Helistens,watchingme,eyesspeculative,asIstandinthemiddleofthehugeroomwonderingwhattodowithmyself,feelingextraordinarilyself-consciousandoutofplace.
“I’mnothavingeithercrewputatrisk.No,cancel…We’llair-dropinstead…Good.”Hehangsup.Thewarmthinhiseyeshasdisappeared.Helooksforbidding,andwithonequickglanceatme,heheadsintohisstudyandreturnsamomentlater.
“Thisisthecontract.Readit,andwe’lldiscussitnextweekend.MayIsuggestyoudosomeresearch,soyouknowwhat’sinvolved.”Hepauses.“That’sifyouagree,andIreallyhopeyoudo,”headds,histonesofter,anxious.
“Research?”
“You’llbeamazedwhatyoucanfindontheInternet,”hemurmurs.
Internet!Idon’thaveaccesstoacomputer,onlyKate’slaptop,andIcouldn’tusetheoneatClayton’s,notforthissortof“research”surely.
“Whatisit?”heasks,cockinghisheadtooneside.
“Idon’thaveacomputer.Iusuallyusethecomputersatschool.I’llseeifIcanuseKate’slaptop.”
Hehandsmeamanilaenvelope.
“I’msureIcan…er,lendyouone.Getyourthings,we’lldrivebacktoPortlandandgrabsomelunchontheway.Ineedtodress.”
“I’lljustmakeacall,”Imurmur.IjustwanttohearKate’svoice.Hefrowns.
