Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 17
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“Yeah,Ishouldmakethat…andyouwillvisitusinSeattle?”
“Trytostopme.”Hegrins.
IT’SLATEWHENIarrivebackfromthebar.KateandElliotarenowheretobeseen,butboy,cantheybeheard.Holyshit.IhopeI’mnotthatloud.IknowChristianisn’t.Iflushatthethoughtandescapetomyroom.Afterabriefnot-at-all-awkward-thank-goodnesshug,Joséhasgone.Idon’tknowwhenI’llseehimagain,probablyhisphotographyshow,andonceagain,I’mblownawaythathefinallyhasanexhibition.Ishallmisshimandhisboyishcharm.Icouldn’tbringmyselftotellhimabouttheBeetle.Iknowhe’llfreakwhenhefindsout,andIcanonlydealwithonemanatatimefreakingoutatme.Onceinmyroom,Icheckthemeanmachine,andofcourse,there’sane-mailfromChristian.
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From:ChristianGrey
Subject:WhereAreYou?
Date:May27201122:14
To:AnastasiaSteele
“Iamatwork.Iwille-mailyouwhenIgethome.”
Areyoustillatworkorhaveyoupackedyourphone,BlackBerry,andMacBook?
Callme,orImaybeforcedtocallElliot.
ChristianGrey
CEO,GreyEnterprisesHoldings,Inc.
Crap…José…shit.
Igrabmyphone.Fivemissedcallsandonevoicemessage.Tentatively,Ilistentothemessage.It’sChristian.
“Ithinkyouneedtolearntomanagemyexpectations.Iamnotapatientman.Ifyousayyouaregoingtocontactmewhenyoufinishwork,thenyoushouldhavethedecencytodoso.Otherwise,Iworry,andit’snotanemotionI’mfamiliarwith,andIdon’ttolerateitverywell.Callme.”
Doublecrap.
