Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 2
Someoneyoushouldmeet,”Isay,tryingtodefusetheantagonismIseeinGrey’sexpression.IdragPaulovertomeethim,andtheysizeeachotherup.Theatmosphereissuddenlyarctic.
“Er,Paul,thisisChristianGrey.Mr.Grey,thisisPaulClayton.Hisbrotherownstheplace.”Andforsomeirrationalreason,IfeelIhavetoexplainabitmore.
“I’veknownPauleversinceI’veworkedhere,thoughwedon’tseeeachotherthatoften.He’sbackfromPrinceton,wherehe’sstudyingbusinessadministration.”I’mbabbling…Stopnow!
“Mr.Clayton.”Greyholdshishandout,hislookunreadable.
“Mr.Grey.”Paulreturnshishandshake.“Waitup—nottheChristianGrey?OfGreyEnterprisesHoldings?”Paulgoesfromsurlytoawestruckinlessthanananosecond.Greygiveshimapolitesmilethatdoesn’treachhiseyes.
“Wow—isthereanythingIcangetyou?”
“Anastasiahasitcovered,Mr.Clayton.She’sbeenveryattentive.”Hisexpressionisimpassive,buthiswords…it’slikehe’ssayingsomethingelseentirely.It’sbaffling.
“Cool,”Paulresponds.“Catchyoulater,Ana.”
“Sure,Paul.”Iwatchhimdisappeartowardthestockroom.“Anythingelse,Mr.Grey?”
“Justtheseitems.”Histoneisclippedandcool.Damn…haveIoffendedhim?Takingadeepbreath,Iturnandheadfortheregister.Whatishisproblem?
Iringuptherope,coveralls,maskingtape,andcableties.
“Thatwillbeforty-threedollars,please.”IglanceupatGrey,andIwishIhadn’t.He’swatchingmeclosely,intently.It’sunnerving
