Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
Myeyeswiden,andIswallowagain.
“Ihopeso.”
“Come,Ihaveaprivatediningroombooked.Nopublic.”Hesmilesatmeenigmaticallyandclimbsoutofthebooth,holdinghishandouttome.
“Bringyourwine,”hemurmurs.
Placingmyhandinhis,Islideoutandstandupbesidehim.Hereleasesme,andhishandreachesformyelbow.Heleadsmebackthroughthebarandupthegrandstairstoamezzaninefloor.AyoungmaninfullHeathmanliveryapproachesus.
“Mr.Grey,thisway,sir.”
Wefollowhimthroughaplushseatingareatoanintimatediningroom.Justonesecludedtable.Theroomissmallbutsumptuous.Beneathashimmeringchandelier,thetableisallstarchedlinen,crystalglasses,silvercutlery,andwhiterosebouquet.Anold-world,sophisticatedcharmpervadesthewood-paneledroom.Thewaiterpullsoutmychair,andIsit.Heplacesmynapkininmylap.Christiansitsoppositeme.Ipeekupathim.
“Don’tbiteyourlip,”hewhispers.
Ifrown.Damnit.Idon’tevenknowthatI’mdoingit.
“I’veorderedalready.Ihopeyoudon’tmind.”
Frankly,I’mrelieved.I’mnotsureIcanmakeanyfurtherdecisions.
“No,that’sfine,”Iacquiesce.
“It’sgoodtoknowthatyoucanbeamenable.Now,wherewerewe?”
“Thenitty-gritty.”Itakeanotherlargesipofwine.Itreallyisdelicious.ChristianGreydoeswinewell.Irememberthelastsipofwinehegaveme,inmybed.Iblushattheintrusivethought.
“Yes,yourissues.”Hefishesintohisinsidejacketpocketandpullsoutapieceofpaper.Mye-mail.
“Clause2.Agreed.
