Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 17
“Youareaseagerasever,MissSteele,andjusttoletyouinonalittlesecret,soamI.ButDr.Greeneisduehereshortly.”Hesitsup.“Iwishyou’deat,”hescoldsmemildly.Myheatedbloodcools.Holycow—thedoctor.I’dforgotten.
“WhatcanyoutellmeaboutDr.Greene?”Iasktodistractusboth.
“She’sthebestob-gyninSeattle.WhatmorecanIsay?”Heshrugs.
“IthoughtIwasseeingyourdoctor,anddon’ttellmeyou’rereallyawoman,becauseIwon’tbelieveyou.”
Hegivesmeadon’t-be-ridiculouslook.
“Ithinkit’smoreappropriatethatyouseeaspecialist.Don’tyou?”hesaysmildly.
Inod.HolyMoses,ifshe’sthebestob-gyn,he’sscheduledhertoseemeonaSunday—atlunchtime!Icannotbegintoimaginehowmuchthatcosts.Christianfrownssuddenlyasifrecallingsomethingunpleasant.
“Anastasia,mymotherwouldlikeyoutocometodinnerthisevening.IbelieveElliotisaskingKate,too.Idon’tknowhowyoufeelaboutthat.Itwillbeoddformetointroduceyoutomyfamily.”
Odd?Why?
“Areyouashamedofme?”Ican’tkeepthewoundedhurtoutofmyvoice.
“Ofcoursenot.”Herollshiseyes.
“Whyisitodd?”
“BecauseI’veneverdoneitbefore.”
“Whyareyouallowedtorollyoureyes,andI’mnot?”
Heblinksatme.“Iwasn’tawarethatIwas.”
“NeitheramI,usually,”Isnap.
Christianglaresatme,speechless.Taylorappearsatthedoorway.
“Dr.Greeneishere,sir.”
“ShowheruptoMissSteele’sroom
