Пятьдесят оттенков серого

           It’snicetofeelpamperedsometimes.

           Firstclasshasfilledup,exceptfortheseatbesideme,whichisstillunoccupied.Ohno…adisturbingthoughtcrossesmymind.PerhapstheseatisChristian’s.Oh,shit…no…hewouldn’tdothat.Wouldhe?ItoldhimIdidn’twanthimtocomewithme.Iglanceanxiouslyatmywatch,andthenthedisembodiedvoicefromtheflightdeckannounces,“Cabincrew,doorstoautomaticandcrosscheck.”

           Whatdoesthatmean?Aretheyclosingthedoors?MyscalppricklesasIsitinpalpitatinganticipation.Theseatnexttomeistheonlyunoccupiedoneinthesixteen-seatcabin.Theplanejoltsasitpullsawayfromthegate,andIbreatheasighofreliefbutfeelafainttingleofdisappointmenttoo…noChristianforfourdays.ItakeasneakpeekatmyBlackBerry.

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           From:ChristianGrey

           Subject:EnjoyItWhileYouCan

           Date:May30201122:25

           To:AnastasiaSteele

           DearMissSteele,

           Iknowwhatyou’retryingtodo—andtrustme,you’vesucceeded.Nexttimeyou’llbeinthecargohold,boundandgaggedinacrate.BelievemewhenIsaythatattendingtoyouinthatstatewillgivemesomuchmorepleasurethanmerelyupgradingyourticket.

           Ilookforwardtoyourreturn.

           ChristianGrey

           Palm-TwitchingCEO,

           GreyEnterprisesHoldings,Inc.

           Holycrap.That’stheproblemwithChristian’shumor—Icanneverbesureifhe’sjokingorifhe’sseriouslyangry.Isuspectonthisoccasionhe’sseriouslyangry.Surreptitiously,sotheflightattendantcan’tsee,Itypeareplyundertheblanket.