Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 10
”Hesqueezesmykneeagain,andthenreturnshishandtothesteeringwheelasheputshisfootdownonthegas.I’mpressedintothebackofmyseat.Boy,thiscarcanmove.
THERESTAURANTISSMALLandintimate,awoodenchaletinthemiddleofaforest.Thedécorisrustic:randomchairsandtableswithginghamtablecloths,wildflowersinlittlevases.CUISINESAUVAGE,itboastsabovethedoor.
“I’venotbeenhereforawhile.Wedon’tgetachoice—theycookwhateverthey’vecaughtorgathered.”Heraiseshiseyebrowsinmockhorror,andIhavetolaugh.Thewaitresstakesourdrinksorder.SheflusheswhensheseesChristian,avoidingeyecontactwithhim,hidingunderherlongblondbangs.Shelikeshim!It’snotjustme!
“TwoglassesofthePinotGrigio,”Christiansayswithavoiceofauthority.Ipursemylips,exasperated.
“What?”hesnaps.
“IwantedaDietCoke,”Iwhisper.
Hisgrayeyesnarrow,andheshakeshishead.
“ThePinotGrigiohereisadecentwine.Itwillgowellwiththemeal,whateverweget,”hesayspatiently.
“Whateverweget?”
“Yes.”Hesmileshisdazzlinghead-cocked-to-one-sidesmile,andmystomachpolevaultsovermyspleen.Ican’thelpbutreflecthisglorioussmilebackathim.
“Mymotherlikedyou,”hesaysdryly.
“Really?”Hiswordsmakemeflushwithpleasure.
“Ohyes.She’salwaysthoughtIwasgay.”
Mymouthdropsopen,andIrememberthatquestion…fromtheinterview.Ohno.
“Whydidshethinkyouweregay?”Iwhisper.
“Becauseshe’sneverseenmewithagirl.
