Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 14
IglancebehindmeandspotRayhighupinthebleachers.Igivehimawave.Heself-consciouslygivesmeahalf-wave,half-saluteback.Isitandwait.
Theauditoriumfillsquickly,andthebuzzofexcitedvoicesgetslouderandlouder.Therowofseatsinfrontfills.Oneithersideofme,IamjoinedbytwogirlswhomIdon’tknowfromadifferentdepartment.They’reobviouslyclosefriendsandtalkacrossmeexcitedly.
Atelevenprecisely,thechancellorappearsfrombehindthestage,followedbythethreevicechancellorsandthentheseniorprofessors,alldeckedoutintheirblackandredregalia.Westandandapplaudourteachingstaff.Someprofessorsnodandwave,otherslookbored.ProfessorCollins,mytutorandmyfavoriteteacher,lookslikehe’sjustfallenoutofbed,asusual.LastontothestageareKateandChristian.Christianstandsoutinhisbespokegraysuit,copperhighlightsglintinginhishairundertheauditoriumlights.Helookssoseriousandself-contained.Ashesits,heundoeshissingle-breastedjacket,andIglimpsehistie.Holyshit…thattie!Irubmywristsreflexively.Icannottakemyeyesoffhim.He’swearingthattie,onpurposenodoubt.Mymouthpressesintoahardline.Theaudiencesitsdownandtheapplauseceases.
“Lookathim!”oneofthegirlsbesidemehissesenthusiasticallytoherfriend.
“He’shot.”
Istiffen.I’msurethey’renottalkingaboutProfessorCollins.
“MustbeChristianGrey.”
“Ishesingle?”
Ibristle.“Idon’tthinkso,”Imurmur.
“Oh.”Bothgirlslookatmeinsurprise.
“Ithinkhe’sgay,”Imutter.
