Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 2
”Shegivesmeafleetingquizzicallook.
Iflush,andmyheartrateinexplicablyincreases.Thatwasn’tthereason,surely.HejustwantedtoshowmearoundsoIcouldseethathewaslordofallhesurveyed.IrealizeI’mbitingmylip,andIhopeKatedoesn’tnotice.Butsheseemsabsorbedinhertranscription.
“Ihearwhatyoumeanaboutformal.Didyoutakeanynotes?”sheasks.
“Um…no,Ididn’t.”
“That’sfine.Icanstillmakeafinearticlewiththis.Shamewedon’thavesomeoriginalstills.Good-lookingsonofabitch,isn’the?”
“Isupposeso.”Itryhardtosounddisinterested,andIthinkIsucceed.
“Oh,comeon,Ana—evenyoucan’tbeimmunetohislooks.”Shearchesaperfecteyebrowatme.
Crap!IfeelmycheeksheatingsoIdistractherwithflattery,alwaysagoodploy.
“Youprobablywouldhavegotalotmoreoutofhim.”
“Idoubtthat,Ana.Comeon—hepracticallyofferedyouajob.GiventhatIfoistedthisonyouatthelastminute,youdidverywell.”Sheglancesupatmespeculatively.Imakeahastyretreatintothekitchen.
“Sowhatdidyoureallythinkofhim?”Damn,she’sinquisitive.Whycan’tshejustletthisgo?Thinkofsomething—quick.
“He’sverydriven,controlling,arrogant—scary,butverycharismatic.Icanunderstandthefascination,”Iaddtruthfully,hopingthiswillshutheruponceandforall.
“You,fascinatedbyaman?That’safirst,”shesnorts.
Istartgatheringthemakingsofasandwichsoshecan’tseemyface.
