Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 13
Whatadifferenceamomentofclaritycanmaketoagirl.
“Doyouhaveyourvaletticket?”
Ifishintomyclutchpurseandhandhimtheticket,whichhegivestothedoorman.Ipeekupathimaswestandwaiting.
“Thankyoufordinner,”Imurmur.
“It’sapleasureasalways,MissSteele,”hesayspolitely,thoughhelooksdeepinthought,completelydistracted.
AsIpeerupathim,Icommithisbeautifulprofiletomemory.TheideathatImightnotseehimagainhauntsme,unwelcomeandtoopainfultocontemplate.Heturnssuddenly,staringdownatme,hisexpressionintense.
“You’removingthisweekendtoSeattle.Ifyoumaketherightdecision,canIseeyouonSunday?”Hesoundshesitant.
“We’llsee.Maybe,”Ibreathe.Momentarily,helooksrelieved,andthenhefrowns.
“It’scoolernow,don’tyouhaveajacket?”
“No.”
Heshakeshisheadinirritationandtakesoffhisjacket.
“Here.Idon’twantyoucatchingcold.”
Iblinkupathimasheholdsitopen,andasIholdmyarmsoutbehindme,I’mremindedofthetimeinhisofficewhenheslippedmycoatontomyshoulders—thefirsttimeImethim—andtheeffecthehadonmethen.Nothing’schanged;infact,it’smoreintense.Hisjacketiswarm,fartoobig,anditsmellsofhim.…delicious.
Mycarpullsupoutside.Christian’smouthdropsopen.
“That’swhatyoudrive?”He’sappalled.Takingmyhand,heleadsmeoutside.Thevaletjumpsoutandhandsmemykeys,andChristiancoollypalmshimsomemoney.
“Isthisroadworthy?”He’sglaringatmenow.
“Yes.
