Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           Hishairisstillwetfromtheshower,andI’mcompletelydistractedfrommynegativethoughts.

           “Unlessthatcompany’sP&Limproves,I’mnotinterested,Ros.We’renotcarryingdeadweight…Idon’tneedanymorelameexcuses…HaveMarcocallme,it’sshitorbusttime…Yes,tellBarneythattheprototypelooksgood,thoughI’mnotsureabouttheinterface…No,it’sjustmissingsomething…Iwanttomeethimthisafternoontodiscuss…Infact,himandhisteam,wecanbrainstorm.…Okay.TransfermebacktoAndrea…”Hewaits,staringoutthewindow,masterofhisuniverse,lookingdownatthelittlepeoplebelowfromthiscastleinthesky.“Andrea…”

           Glancingup,henoticesmeatthedoor.Aslow,sexysmilespreadsacrosshislovelyface,andI’mrenderedspeechlessasmyinsidesmelt.Heiswithoutadoubtthemostbeautifulmanontheplanet,toobeautifulforthelittlepeoplebelow,toobeautifulforme.No,myinnergoddessscowlsatme,nottoobeautifulforme.Heissortofmine,fornow.Theideasendsathrillthroughmybloodanddispelsmyirrationalself-doubt.

           Hecontinueshisconversation,hiseyesneverleavingmine.

           “Clearmyschedulethismorning,butgetBilltocallme.I’llbeinattwo.IneedtotalktoMarcothisafternoon,thatwillneedatleasthalfanhour…ScheduleBarneyandhisteaminafterMarcoormaybetomorrow,andfindtimeformetoseeClaudeeverydaythisweek…Tellhimtowait…Oh…No,Idon’twantpublicityforDarfur…TellSamtodealwithit…No…Whichevent?…That’snextSaturday?…Holdon.