Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 22
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“Iknow,sweetheart.Butsomething’sup,andIdon’tthinkyou’retellingmeeverything.”Shegazesatme,herfaceetchedwithmotherlyconcern.
“IjustneededsomedistancefromChristiantogetmythoughtsstraight…that’sall.Hetendstooverwhelmme.”
“Overwhelm?”
“Yeah.Imisshim,though.”Ifrown.
IhavenotheardfromChristianallday.Noe-mails,nothing.Iamtemptedtocallhimtoseeifhe’sokay.Myworstfearisthathe’sbeeninacaraccident;mysecondworstfearisthatMrs.Robinsonhasgottenherevilclawsintohimagain.Iknowit’sirrational,butwhereshe’sconcerned,Iseemtohavelostallsenseofperspective.
“Darling,Ihavetovisittherestroom.”
Mymother’sbriefabsenceallowsmeanotherchancetocheckmyBlackBerry.Ihavebeentryingsurreptitiouslytocheckmye-mailallday.Finally—aresponsefromChristian!
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From:ChristianGrey
Subject:DinnerCompanions
Date:June1201121:40EST
To:AnastasiaSteele
Yes,IhaddinnerwithMrs.Robinson.Sheisjustanoldfriend,Anastasia.
Lookingforwardtoseeingyouagain.Imissyou.
ChristianGrey
CEO,GreyEnterprisesHoldings,Inc.
Hewashavingdinnerwithher.Myscalppricklesasadrenalineandfurylancethroughmybody,allmyworstfearsrealized.Howcouldhe?Iamawayfortwodays,andherunsofftothatevilbitch.
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From:AnastasiaSteele
Subject:OLDDinnerCompanions
Date:June1201121:42EST
To:ChristianGrey
She’snotjustanoldfriend
