Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 3
Ihugmyselfwithquietglee,rockingfromsidetoside,entertainingthepossibilitythathemightlikeme.Katebringsmebacktothenow.
“Idon’tknowwhowe’llgettodotheshoot.Levi,ourregularphotographer,can’t.He’shomeinIdahoFallsfortheweekend.He’llbepissedthatheblewanopportunitytophotographoneofAmerica’sleadingentrepreneurs.”
“Hmm…WhataboutJosé?”
“Greatidea!Youaskhim—he’lldoanythingforyou.ThencallGreyandfindoutwherehewantsus.”KateisirritatinglycavalieraboutJosé.
“Ithinkyoushouldcallhim.”
“Who,José?”Katescoffs.
“No,Grey.”
“Ana,you’retheonewiththerelationship.”
“Relationship?”Isqueakather,myvoicerisingseveraloctaves.“Ibarelyknowtheguy.”
“Atleastyou’vemethim,”shesaysbitterly.“Anditlookslikehewantstoknowyoubetter.Ana,justcallhim,”shesnapsandhangsup.Sheissobossysometimes.Ifrownatmycell,stickingmytongueoutatit.
I’mjustleavingamessageforJoséwhenPaulentersthestockroomlookingforsandpaper.
“We’rekindofbusyoutthere,Ana,”hesayswithoutacrimony.
“Yeah,um,sorry,”Imutter,turningtoleave.
“So,howcomeyouknowChristianGrey?”Paul’svoiceisunconvincinglynonchalant.
“Ihadtointerviewhimforourstudentnewspaper.Katewasn’twell.”Ishrug,tryingtosoundcasualanddoingnobetterthanhim.
“ChristianGreyinClayton’s.Gofigure,”Paulsnorts,amazed.Heshakeshisheadasiftoclearit.
