Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 19
Shallwegoandmeetmyparents?”
“You’rewelcome,andyes,Ican’twaittomeetthem,”Ianswerbreathlessly.
“Doyouhaveeverythingyouneed?”
“Ohyes,”Irespondsweetly.
“Areyousure?”
InodasnonchalantlyasIcanmanageunderhisintense,amusedscrutiny.Hisfacesplitsintoahugegrin,andheshakeshishead.
“Okay.Ifthat’sthewayyouwanttoplayit,MissSteele.”
Hegrabsmyhand,collectshisjacket,whichishangingononeofthebarstools,andleadsmethroughthefoyertotheelevator.Oh,themanyfacesofChristianGrey.WillIeverbeabletounderstandthismercurialman?
Ipeekupathimintheelevator.He’senjoyingaprivatejoke,atraceofasmileflirtingwithhislovelymouth.Ifearthatitmaybeatmyexpense.WhatwasIthinking?I’mgoingtoseehisparents,andI’mnotwearinganyunderwear.MysubconsciousgivesmeanunhelpfulI-told-you-soexpression.Intherelativesafetyofhisapartment,itseemedlikeafun,teasingidea.Now,I’malmostoutsidewithnopanties!Hepeersdownatme,andit’sthere,thechargebuildingbetweenus.Theamusedlookdisappearsfromhisfaceandhisexpressionclouds,hiseyesdark…ohmy.
Theelevatordoorsopenonthegroundfloor.Christianshakeshisheadasiftoclearhisthoughtsandgesturesformetoexitbeforehiminamostgentlemanlymanner.Who’shekidding?He’snogentleman.Hehasmypanties.
TaylorpullsupinthelargeAudi.Christianopensthereardoorforme,andIclimbinsideaselegantlyasIcan,consideringmystateofwantonundress.
