Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 23
“Pleasepullupachair,Christian.”
“Thankyou,Mrs.Adams.”
Christianpullsanearbychairoverandsitsgracefullydownbesideme.
“Soyoujusthappentobestayinginthehotelwherewe’redrinking?”Iask,tryinghardtokeepmytonelight.
“OryoujusthappentobedrinkinginthehotelwhereI’mstaying,”Christianreplies.“Ijustfinisheddinner,cameinhere,andsawyou.Iwasdistracted,thinkingaboutyourmostrecente-mail,andIglanceupandthereyouare.Quiteacoincidence,eh?”Hecockshisheadtooneside,andIseeatraceofasmile.Thankheavens—wemaybeabletosavetheeveningafterall.
“MymotherandIwereshoppingthismorningandonthebeachthisafternoon.Wedecidedonafewcocktailsthisevening,”Imutter,feelingthatIowehimsomesortofexplanation.
“Didyoubuythattop?”Henodsatmybrand-newgreensilkcamisole.“Thecolorsuitsyou.Andyou’vecaughtsomesun.Youlooklovely.”
Iflush,speechlessathiscompliment.
“Well,Iwasgoingtopayyouavisittomorrow.Buthereyouare.”
Hereachesover,takesmyhand,andsqueezesitgently,runninghisthumbacrossmyknucklestoandfro…andIfeelthefamiliarpull.Theelectricchargezappingbeneathmyskinunderthegentlepressurefromhisthumb,firingintomybloodstreamandpulsingaroundmybody,heatingeverythinginitspath.It’sbeenmorethantwodayssinceIsawhim.Ohmy…Iwanthim.Mybreathhitches.Iblinkathim,smilingshyly,andseeasmileplayonhislips.
“IthoughtI’dsurpriseyou.Butasever,Anastasia,yousurprisemebybeinghere.
