Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 19
Weallstand.KateandElliotfollowMr.GreyandMiaoutoftheroom.Igotofollow,butChristianclutchesmyelbow,bringingmetoanabrupthalt.
“Whenwereyougoingtotellmeyouwereleaving?”heasksurgently.Histoneissoft,buthe’smaskinghisanger.
“I’mnotleaving,I’mgoingtoseemymother,andIwasonlythinkingaboutit.”
“Whataboutourarrangement?”
“Wedon’thaveanarrangementyet.”
Henarrowshiseyes,andthenseemstorememberhimself.Releasingmyhand,hetakesmyelbowandleadsmeoutoftheroom.
“Thisconversationisnotover,”hewhispersthreateninglyasweenterthediningroom.
Oh,crapola.Don’tgetyourpantiesinsuchatwist…andgivemebackmine.Iglareathim.
ThediningroomremindsmeofourprivatedinnerattheHeathman.Acrystalchandelierhangsoverthedarkwoodtableandthere’samassive,ornatelycarvedmirroronthewall.Thetable,coveredwithacrispwhitelinentablecloth,isset,withabowlofpalepinkpeoniesasthecenterpiece.It’sstunning.
Wetakeourplaces.Mr.Greyisattheheadofthetable,whileIsitathisrighthand,andChristianisseatedbesideme.Mr.GreyreachesfortheopenedbottleofredwineandofferssometoKate.MiatakesherseatbesideChristianand,grabbinghishand,squeezesittightly.Christiansmileswarmlyather.
“Wheredidyoumeet,Ana?”Miaaskshim.
“SheinterviewedmefortheWSUstudentnewspaper.”
“WhichKateedits,”Iadd,hopingtosteertheconversationawayfromme.
