Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 10
”Hecloseshiseyesbriefly.Whenheopensthem,theyarewideandgrave.“Anastasia,youhavetogowithyourgut.Dotheresearch,readthecontract—I’mhappytodiscussanyaspect.I’llbeinPortlanduntilFridayifyouwanttotalkaboutitbeforethen.”Hiswordsarecomingatmeinarush.“Callme—maybewecanhavedinner—say,Wednesday?Ireallywanttomakethiswork.Infact,I’veneverwantedanythingasmuchasIwantthistowork.”
Hisburningsincerity,hislonging,isreflectedinhiseyes.ThisisfundamentallywhatIdon’tgrasp.Whyme?Whynotoneofthefifteen?Ohno…Willthatbeme—anumber?Sixteenofmany?
“Whathappenedtothefifteen?”Iblurtout.
Heraiseshiseyebrowsinsurprise,thenlooksresigned,shakinghishead.
“Variousthings,butitboilsdownto…”Hepauses,strugglingtofindthewordsIthink.“Incompatibility.”Heshrugs.
“AndyouthinkthatImightbecompatiblewithyou?”
“Yes.”
“Soyou’renotseeinganyofthemanymore?”
“No,Anastasia,I’mnot.Iammonogamousinmyrelationships.”
Oh…thisisnews.
“Isee.”
“Dotheresearch,Anastasia.”
Iputmyknifeandforkdown.Icannoteatanymore.
“That’sit?That’sallyou’regoingtoeat?”
Inod.Hescowlsatmebutchoosesnottosayanything.Ibreatheasmallsighofrelief.Mystomachischurningwithallthisnewinformation,andI’mfeelingalittlelightheadedfromthewine.Iwatchashedevourseverythingonhisplate.Heeatslikeahorse.Hemustworkouttostayinsuchgreatshape.
