Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 3
“Ijustfindhim…intimidating,that’sall.”
“Heathman,thatfigures,”muttersKate.“I’llgivethemanageracallandnegotiateaspacefortheshoot.”
“I’llmakesupper.ThenIneedtostudy.”IcannothidemyirritationwithherasIopenoneofthecupboardstomakesupper.
IAMRESTLESSTHATnight,tossingandturning,dreamingofsmokygrayeyes,coveralls,longlegs,longfingers,anddark,darkunexploredplaces.Iwaketwiceinthenight,myheartpounding.Oh,I’mgoingtolookjustgreattomorrowwithsolittlesleep,Iscoldmyself.Ipunchmypillowandtrytosettle.
THEHEATHMANISNESTLEDintheheartofdowntownPortland.Itsimpressivebrownstoneedificewascompletedjustintimeforthecrashofthelate1920s.José,Travis,andIaretravelinginmyBeetle,andKateisinherCLK,sincewecan’tallfitinmycar.TravisisJosé’sfriendandgopher,heretohelpoutwiththelighting.KatehasmanagedtoacquiretheuseofaroomattheHeathmanfreeofchargeforthemorninginexchangeforacreditinthearticle.Whensheexplainsatreceptionthatwe’reheretophotographChristianGrey,CEO,weareinstantlyupgradedtoasuite.Justaregular-sizedsuite,however,asapparentlyMr.Greyisalreadyoccupyingthelargestoneinthebuilding.Anover-keenmarketingexecutiveshowsusuptothesuite—he’sterriblyyoungandverynervousforsomereason.IsuspectKate’sbeautyandcommandingmannerdisarmhim,becausehe’sputtyinherhands.Theroomsareelegant,understated,andopulentlyfurnished.
It’snine.Wehavehalfanhourtosetup.
