Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 15
“Thankyou,”Imurmur,andtakeasip.Ofcourseit’sdelicious.“Shallwegothroughthesoftlimits?”
Hesmiles,andIblush.
“Alwayssoeager.”Christiantakesmyhandandleadsmetothecouch,wherehesitsandtugsmedownbesidehim.
“Yourstepfather’saverytaciturnman.”
Oh…notsoftlimits,then.Ijustwanttogetthisoutoftheway;theanxietyisgnawingatme.
“Youmanagedtogethimeatingoutofyourhand.”Ipout.
Christianlaughssoftly.
“OnlybecauseIknowhowtofish.”
“Howdidyouknowhelikedfishing?”
“Youtoldme.Whenwewentforcoffee.”
“Oh…didI?”Itakeanothersip.Wow,hehasamemoryfordetail.Hmm…thischampagnereallyisverygood.“Didyoutrythewineatthereception?”
Christianmakesaface.
“Yes.Itwasfoul.”
“IthoughtofyouwhenItastedit.Howdidyougettobesoknowledgeableaboutwine?”
“I’mnotknowledgeable,Anastasia,IjustknowwhatIlike.”Hiseyesshine,almostsilver,anditmakesmeflush.“Somemore?”heasks,referringtothechampagne.
“Please.”
Christianrisesgracefullyandcollectsthebottle.Hefillsmycup.Ishegettingmetipsy?Ieyehimsuspiciously.
“Thisplacelooksprettybare.Areyoureadyforthemove?”
“Moreorless.”
“Areyouworkingtomorrow?”
“Yes,mylastdayatClayton’s.”
“I’dhelpyoumove,butIpromisedtomeetmysisterattheairport.”
Oh…thisisnews.
“MiaarrivesfromParisveryearlySaturdaymorning.I’mheadingbacktoSeattletomorrow,butIhearElliotisgivingyoutwoahand.
