Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 17
Inthatmoment,alltheeventsfromthepastthreeweekswellupinsideofme:exams,graduation,anintense,fucked-upbillionaire,deflowering,hardandsoftlimits,playroomswithnoconsoles,helicopterrides,andthefactthatIwillmovetomorrow.Amazingly,Iholdmyselftogether.Mysubconsciousisinawe.IhugtheClaytonshard.
Theyhavebeenkindandgenerousemployers,andIwillmissthem.
KATEISCLIMBINGOUTofhercarwhenIarrivehome.
“What’sthat?”shesaysaccusingly,pointingattheAudi.Ican’tresist.
“It’sacar,”Iquip.Shenarrowshereyes,andforabriefmoment,Iwonderifshe’sgoingtoputmeacrossherknee,too.“Mygraduationpresent.”Itrytoactnonchalant.Yes,Igetexpensivecarsgiventomeeveryday.Hermouthdropsopen.
“Generous,over-the-topbastard,isn’the?”
Inod.“Ididtrynottoacceptit,butfrankly,it’sjustnotworththefight.”
Katepursesherlips.“Nowonderyou’reoverwhelmed.Ididnotethathestayed.”
“Yeah.”Ismilewistfully.
“Shallwefinishpacking?”
Inodandfollowherinside.Icheckthee-mailfromChristian.
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From:ChristianGrey
Subject:Sunday
Date:May27201113:40
To:AnastasiaSteele
ShallIseeyouat1p.m.Sunday?
ThedoctorwillbeatEscalatoseeyouat1:30.
I’mleavingforSeattlenow.
Ihopeyourmovegoeswell,andIlookforwardtoSunday.
ChristianGrey
CEO,GreyEnterprisesHoldings,Inc.
Jeez,hecouldbediscussingtheweather.Idecidetoe-mailhimoncewe’vefinishedpacking.Hecanbesuchfunoneminute,andthenhecanbesoformalandstuffythenext.
