Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 2
Forafractionofasecond,helookslostsomehow,andtheEarthshiftsslightlyonitsaxis,thetectonicplatesslidingintoanewposition.
Ohmy.ChristianGrey’slostlook.
“Letmeknowabouttomorrow.”Reachingintohisbackpocket,hepullsouthiswallet.“Mycard.Ithasmycellnumberonit.You’llneedtocallbeforeteninthemorning.”
“Okay.”Igrinupathim.Kateisgoingtobethrilled.
“Ana!”
Paulhasmaterializedattheotherendoftheaisle.He’sMr.Clayton’syoungestbrother.I’dheardhewashomefromPrinceton,butIwasn’texpectingtoseehimtoday.
“Er,excusemeforamoment,Mr.Grey.”GreyfrownsasIturnawayfromhim.
Paulhasalwaysbeenabuddy,andinthisstrangemomentthatI’mhavingwiththerich,powerful,awesomelyoff-the-chartsattractivecontrolfreakGrey,it’sgreattotalktosomeonewho’snormal.Paulhugsmehard,takingmebysurprise.
“Ana,hi,it’ssogoodtoseeyou!”hegushes.
“Hello,Paul,howareyou?Youhomeforyourbrother’sbirthday?”
“Yep.You’relookingwell,Ana,reallywell.”Hegrinsasheexaminesmeatarm’slength.Thenhereleasesmebutkeepsapossessivearmdrapedovermyshoulder.Ishufflefromfoottofoot,embarrassed.It’sgoodtoseePaul,buthe’salwaysbeenoverfamiliar.
WhenIglanceupatChristianGrey,he’swatchinguslikeahawk,hiseyeshoodedandspeculative,hismouthahard,impassiveline.He’schangedfromtheweirdlyattentivecustomertosomeoneelse—someonecoldanddistant.
“Paul,I’mwithacustomer.
