Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 3
Herfamilyhasmoney,andshe’sgrownupconfidentandsureofherplaceintheworld.Shedoesn’ttakeanycrap.Iaminaweofher.
“Thankyoufortakingthetimetodothis.”Shegiveshimapolite,professionalsmile.
“It’sapleasure,”heanswers,turninghisgazeonme,andIflushagain.Damnit.
“ThisisJoséRodriguez,ourphotographer,”Isay,grinningatJosé,whosmileswithaffectionbackatme.HiseyescoolwhenhelooksfrommetoGrey.
“Mr.Grey.”Henods.
“Mr.Rodriguez.”Grey’sexpressionchanges,too,asheappraisesJosé.
“Wherewouldyoulikeme?”Greyaskshim.Histonesoundsvaguelythreatening.ButKatherineisnotabouttoletJoséruntheshow.
“Mr.Grey—ifyoucouldsithere,please?Becarefulofthelightingcables.Andthenwe’lldoafewstanding,too.”Shedirectshimtoachairsetupagainstthewall.
Travisswitchesonthelights,momentarilyblindingGrey,andmuttersanapology.ThenTravisandIstandbackandwatchasJoséproceedstosnapaway.Hetakesseveralphotographshandheld,askingGreytoturnthisway,thenthat,tomovehisarm,thenputitdownagain.Movingtothetripod,Josétakesseveralmore,whileGreysitsandposes,patientlyandnaturally,forabouttwentyminutes.Mywishhascometrue:IcanstandandadmireGreyfromnotsoafar.Twiceoureyeslock,andIhavetotearmyselfawayfromhiscloudygaze.
“Enoughsitting.”Katherinewadesinagain.“Standing,Mr.Grey?”sheasks.
Hestands,andTravisscurriesintoremovethechair.TheshutteronJosé’sNikonstartsclickingagain.
