Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 15
Idon’tknowifitwillwork.Idon’tknowaboutseparatingeverything.Itmaynotwork.ButI’mwillingtotry.Maybeonenightaweek.Idon’tknow.”
Holycow…mymouthdropsopen,mysubconsciousisinshock.ChristianGreyisupformore!He’swillingtotry!Mysubconsciouspeeksoutfrombehindthecouch,stillregisteringshockonherharpyface.
“Ihaveonecondition.”Helookswarilyatmystunnedexpression.
“What?”Ibreathe.Anything.I’llgiveyouanything.
“Yougraciouslyacceptmygraduationpresenttoyou.”
“Oh.”AnddeepdownIknowwhatitis.Dreadspawnsinmygut.
He’sstaringdownatme,gaugingmyreaction.
“Come,”hemurmursandrises,draggingmeup.Takinghisjacketoff,hedrapesitovermyshouldersandheadsforthedoor.
Parkedoutsideisaredhatchbackcar,atwo-doorcompactAudi.
“It’sforyou.Happygraduation,”hemurmurs,pullingmeintohisarmsandkissingmyhair.
He’sboughtmeadamnedcar,brand-newbythelooksofit.Jeez…I’vehadenoughtroublewiththebooks.Istareatitblankly,tryingdesperatelytodeterminehowIfeelaboutthis.Iamappalledononelevel,gratefulonanother,shockedthathe’sactuallydoneit,buttheoverridingemotionisanger.Yes,I’mangry,especiallyaftereverythingItoldhimaboutthebooks…butthenhe’dalreadyboughtthis.Takingmyhand,heleadsmedownthepathtowardthisnewacquisition.
“Anastasia,thatBeetleofyoursisoldandfranklydangerous.
