Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 17
Shegiveshimadazzlingsmiletosendhimonhiswayandproceedstoreadthecardouttome.
Ladies,
Goodluckinyournewhome.
ChristianGrey
Kateshakesherheadindisapproval.
“Whycan’thejustwrite‘fromChristian’?Andwhat’swiththeweirdhelicopterballoon?”
“CharlieTango.”
“What?”
“ChristianflewmetoSeattleinhishelicopter.”Ishrug.
Katestaresatmeopenmouthed.IhavetosayIlovetheseoccasions—KatherineKavanagh,silentandfloored—theyaresorare.Itakeabriefandluxuriousmomenttoenjoyit.
“Yep,hehasahelicopter,whichheflewhimself,”Istateproudly.
“Ofcoursetheobscenelyrichbastardhasahelicopter.Whydidn’tyoutellme?”Katelooksaccusinglyatme,butshe’ssmiling,shakingherheadindisbelief.
“I’vehadalotonmymindlately.”
Shefrowns.
“AreyougoingtobeokaywhileI’maway?”
“Ofcourse,”Ianswerreassuringly.Newcity,nojob…nut-jobboyfriend.
“Didyougivehimouraddress?
“No,butstalkingisoneofhisspecialties,”Imusematter-of-factly.
Kate’sbrowknitsfurther.
“SomehowI’mnotsurprised.Heworriesme,Ana.Atleastit’sagoodchampagneandit’schilled.”
Ofcourse.OnlyChristianwouldsendchilledchampagne,orgethissecretarytodoit…ormaybeTaylor.Weopenitthereandthenandfindourteacups—theywerethelastitemstobepacked.
“BollingerGrandeAnnéeRosé1999,anexcellentvintage.”IgrinatKate,andweclinkteacups.
IWAKEEARLYTOagraySundaymorningafterasurprisinglyrefreshingnight’ssleepandlieawakestaringatmycrates.
