Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
Iblink,andhesmileshisadorablelopsidedsmileatme.Thewaiterarriveswithmywine,asmalldishofmixednuts,andanotherofolives.
“So,howarewegoingtodothis?”Iask.“Runthroughmypointsonebyone?”
“Impatientasever,MissSteele.”
“Well,Icouldaskyouwhatyouthoughtoftheweathertoday.”
Hesmiles,andhislongfingersreachdowntocollectanolive.Hepopsitinhismouth,andmyeyeslingeronhismouth,thatmouth,that’sbeenonme…allpartsofme.Iflush.
“Ithoughttheweatherwasparticularlyunexceptionaltoday.”Hesmirks.
“Areyousmirkingatme,Mr.Grey?”
“Iam,MissSteele.”
“Youknowthiscontractislegallyunenforceable.”
“Iamfullyawareofthat,MissSteele.”
“Wereyougoingtotellmethatatanypoint?”
Hefrowns.“You’dthinkI’dcoerceyouintosomethingyoudon’twanttodo,andthenpretendthatIhavealegalholdoveryou?”
“Well…yes.”
“Youdon’tthinkveryhighlyofme,doyou?”
“Youhaven’tansweredmyquestion.”
“Anastasia,itdoesn’tmatterifit’slegalornot.ItrepresentsanarrangementthatIwouldliketomakewithyou—whatIwouldlikefromyouandwhatyoucanexpectfromme.Ifyoudon’tlikeit,thendon’tsign.Ifyoudosignandthendecideyoudon’tlikeit,thereareenoughget-outclausessoyoucanwalkaway.Evenifitwerelegallybinding,doyouthinkI’ddragyouthroughthecourtsifyoudiddecidetorun?”
Itakealongsipofmywine.Mysubconscioustapsmehardontheshoulder.Youmustkeepyourwitsaboutyou.Don’tdrinktoomuch.
