Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 19
“Sit,”hecommands,pointingtotheplushcouch,andIdoasI’mtold,carefullycrossingmylegs.Hesitsdownbesidemebutdoesn’ttouchme.
“Wewerejusttalkingaboutvacations,Ana,”Mr.Greysayskindly.“ElliothasdecidedtofollowKateandherfamilytoBarbadosforaweek.”
IglanceatKate,andshegrins,hereyesbrightandwide.She’sdelighted.KatherineKavanagh,showsomedignity!
“Areyoutakingabreaknowthatyou’vefinishedyourdegree?”Mr.Greyasks.
“I’mthinkingaboutgoingtoGeorgiaforafewdays,”Ireply.
Christiangapesatme,blinkingacoupleoftimes,hisexpressionunreadable.Oh,shit.Ihaven’tmentionedthistohim.
“Georgia?”hemurmurs.
“Mymotherlivesthere,andIhaven’tseenherforawhile.”
“Whenwereyouthinkingofgoing?”Hisvoiceislow.
“Tomorrow,lateevening.”
Miasauntersbackintothelivingroomandhandsuschampagneflutesfilledwithpalepinkprosecco.
“Yourgoodhealth!”Mr.Greyraiseshisglass.Anappropriatetoastfromadoctor’shusband,itmakesmesmile.
“Forhowlong?”Christianasks,hisvoicedeceptivelysoft.
Holycrap…he’sangry.
“Idon’tknowyet.Itwilldependhowmyinterviewsgotomorrow.”
Hisjawclenches,andKategetsthatinterferinglookonherface.Shesmilesover-sweetly.
“Anadeservesabreak,”shesayspointedlyatChristian.Whyisshesoantagonistictowardhim?Whatisherproblem?
“Youhaveinterviews?”Mr.Greyasks.
“Yes,forinternshipsattwopublishers,tomorrow.”
“Iwishyouthebestofluck.”
“Dinnerisready,”Graceannounces.
