Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
“Paul,Ineverthoughtitwasagoodideatodatetheboss’sbrother.”
“You’refinishinghereonFriday.You’renotworkingtomorrow.”
“AndI’llbeinSeattleasofSaturdayandyou’llbeinNewYorksoon.Wecouldn’tgetmuchfartherapartifwetried.Besides,Idohaveadatethisevening.”
“WithJosé?”
“No.”
“Whothen?”
“Paul…oh.”Mysighisexasperated.He’snotgoingtoletthisgo.“ChristianGrey.”Icannothelptheannoyanceinmyvoice.Butitdoesthetrick.Paul’smouthfallsopen,andhegapesatme,struckdumb.Humph—evenhisnamerenderspeoplespeechless.
“YouhaveadatewithChristianGrey?”hesaysfinally,oncehe’sovertheshock.Disbeliefisevidentinhisvoice.
“Yes.”
“Isee.”Paullookspositivelycrestfallen,stunnedeven,andaverysmallpartofmeresentsthatheshouldfindthisasurprise.Myinnergoddessdoes,too.Shemakesaveryvulgarandunattractivegestureathimwithherfingers.
Afterthat,heignoresme,andatfiveIamoutthedoor,pronto.
Katehaslentmetwodressesandtwopairsofshoesfortonightandforgraduationtomorrow.IwishIcouldfeelmoreenthusedaboutclothesandmakeanextraeffort,butclothesarejustnotmything.Whatisyourthing,Anastasia?Christian’ssoftlyspokenquestionhauntsme.Shakingmyheadandendeavoringtoquellmynerves,Idecideontheplum-coloredsheathdressforthisevening.It’sdemureandvaguelybusinesslike—afterall,Iamnegotiatingacontract.
