Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 3
Kateisinfullflow.
“José,Ithinkwe’llshootagainstthatwall,doyouagree?”Shedoesn’twaitforhisreply.“Travis,clearthechairs.Ana,couldyouaskhousekeepingtobringupsomerefreshments?AndletGreyknowwhereweare.”
Yes,mistress.Sheissodomineering.IrollmyeyesbutdoasI’mtold.
Halfanhourlater,ChristianGreywalksintooursuite.
Holycrap!He’swearingawhiteshirt,openatthecollar,andgrayflannelpantsthathangfromhiships.Hisunrulyhairisstilldampfromashower.Mymouthgoesdrylookingathim…he’ssofreakinghot.Greyisfollowedintothesuitebyamaninhismid-thirties,allbuzzcutandstubbleinasharpdarksuitandtiewhostandssilentlyinthecorner.Hishazeleyeswatchusimpassively.
“MissSteele,wemeetagain.”Greyextendshishand,andIshakeit,blinkingrapidly.Ohmy…hereallyisquite…AsItouchhishand,I’mawareofthatdeliciouscurrentrunningrightthroughme,lightingmeup,makingmeblush,andI’msuremyerraticbreathingmustbeaudible.
“Mr.Grey,thisisKatherineKavanagh,”Imutter,wavingahandtowardKate,whocomesforward,lookinghimsquarelyintheeye.
“ThetenaciousMissKavanagh.Howdoyoudo?”Hegivesherasmallsmile,lookinggenuinelyamused.“Itrustyou’refeelingbetter?Anastasiasaidyouwereunwelllastweek.”
“I’mfine,thankyou,Mr.Grey.”Sheshakeshishandfirmlywithoutbattinganeyelid.IremindmyselfthatKatehasbeentothebestprivateschoolsinWashington.
