Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 19
“Allpartofmyworld,Anastasia.”Hesqueezesmyhandandletsgo,staringoutthewindowagain.
Hisworld,indeed,andIwanttobelonginit,butonhisterms?Ijustdon’tknow.Hehasn’tmentionedthatdamnedcontract.Myinnermusingsdonothingtocheerme.Istareoutthewindowandthelandscapehaschanged.We’recrossingoneofthebridges,surroundedbyinkydarkness.Thesombernightreflectsmyintrospectivemood,closingin,suffocating.
IglancebrieflyatChristian,andhe’sstaringatme.
“Pennyforyourthoughts?”heasks.
Isighandfrown.
“Thatbad,huh?”hesays.
“IwishIknewwhatyouwerethinking.”
Hesmirks.“Ditto,baby,”hesaysasTaylorwhisksusintothenighttowardBellevue.
ITISJUSTBEFOREeightwhentheAuditurnsintothedrivewayofacolonial-stylemansion.It’sbreathtaking,evendowntotherosesaroundthedoor.Picture-bookperfect.
“Areyoureadyforthis?”ChristianasksasTaylorpullsupoutsidetheimpressivefrontdoor.
Inod,andhegivesmyhandanotherreassuringsqueeze.
“Firstforme,too,”hewhispers,thensmileswickedly.“Betyouwishyouwerewearingyourunderwearrightnow,”heteases.
Iflush.I’dforgottenmymissingpanties.Fortunately,Taylorhasclimbedoutofthecarandisopeningmydoorsohecan’thearourexchange.IscowlatChristian,whogrinsbroadlyasIturnandclimboutofthecar.
Dr.GraceTrevelyan-Greyisonthedoorstepwaitingforus.Shelookselegantlysophisticatedinapalebluesilkdress.BehindherstandsMr.Grey,Ipresume,tall,blond,andashandsomeinhisownwayasChristian.
