Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 21
“EnjoyBarbados,Kate.Haveawonderfulvacation.”
“I’llseeyouwhenIgetback.Don’tletoldmoneybagsgrindyoudown.”
“Iwon’t.”
Wehugagain—andthenI’monmyown.Iheadovertocheck-inandstandinline,waitingwithmycarry-onluggage.Ihaven’tbotheredwithasuitcase,justasmartrucksackthatRaygavemeformylastbirthday.
“Ticket,please?”Theboredyoungmanbehindthedeskholdsuphishandwithoutlookingatme.
Mirroringhisboredom,Ihandovermyticketandmydriver’slicenseasID.Iamhopingforawindowseatifatallpossible.
“Okay,MissSteele.You’vebeenupgradedtofirstclass.”
“What?”
“Ma’am,ifyou’dliketogothroughtothefirstclassloungeandwaitforyourflightthere…”HeseemstohavewokenupandisbeamingatmelikeI’mSantaClausandtheEasterBunnyrolledintoone.
“Surelythere’ssomemistake.”
“No,no.”Hecheckshiscomputerscreenagain.“AnastasiaSteele—upgrade.”Hesimpers.
Ugh.Inarrowmyeyes.Hehandsmemyboardingpass,andIheadtowardthefirstclassloungemutteringundermybreath.DamnChristianGrey,interferingcontrolfreak—hejustcan’tleavewellenoughalone.
