Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 21
Myhairisrestrainedinatightbun,andforoncethetendrilsarebehavingthemselves.Sheholdsherhandouttome.
“Hello,Ana,myname’sElizabethMorgan.I’mheadofhumanresourceshereatSIP.”
“Howdoyoudo?”Ishakeherhand.ShelooksverycasualtobetheheadofHR.
“Pleasefollowme.”
Wegothroughthedoubledoorsbehindthereceptionareaintoalargebrightlydecoratedopen-planoffice,andfromthereheadintoasmallmeetingroom.Thewallsarepalegreen,linedwithpicturesofbookcovers.Attheheadofthemapleconferencetablesitsayoungmanwithredhairtiedinaponytail.Smallsilverhoopedearringsglintinbothhisears.Hewearsapaleblueshirt,notie,andstonechinos.AsIapproachhim,hestandsandgazesatmewithfathomlessdarkblueeyes.
“AnaSteele,I’mJackHyde,theacquisitionseditorhereatSIP,andI’mverypleasedtomeetyou.”
Weshakehands,andhisdarkexpressionisunreadable,thoughfriendlyenough,Ithink.
“Haveyoutraveledfar?”heaskspleasantly.
“No,I’verecentlymovedtothePikeStreetMarketarea.”
“Oh,notfaratallthen.Please,takeaseat.”
Isit,andElizabethtakesaseatbesidehim.
“SowhywouldyouliketointernforusatSIP,Ana?”heasks.
Hesaysmynamesoftlyandcockshisheadtooneside,likesomeoneIknow—it’sunnerving.Doingmybesttoignoretheirrationalwarinessheinspires,Ilaunchintomycarefullypreparedspeech,consciousthatarosyflushisspreadingacrossmycheeks.
