Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 23
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IglancequicklyatMom,whoisstaringatChristian…yesstaring!Stopit,Mom.Asifhe’ssomeexoticcreature,neverseenbefore.Imean,IknowI’veneverhadaboyfriend,andChristianonlyqualifiesassuchforeaseofreference—butisitsounbelievablethatIcouldattractaman?Thisman?Yes,frankly—lookathim!mysubconscioussnaps.Oh,shutup!Whoinvitedyoutotheparty?Iscowlatmymom—butshedoesn’tseemtonotice.
“Idon’twanttointerruptthetimeyouhavewithyourmother.I’llhaveaquickdrinkandthenretire.Ihaveworktodo,”hestatesearnestly.
“Christian,it’slovelytomeetyoufinally,”Mominterjects,finallyfindinghervoice.“Anahasspokenveryfondlyofyou.”
Hesmilesather.“Really?”Heraisesaneyebrowatme,anamusedexpressiononhisface,andIflushagain.
Thewaiterarriveswithourdrinks.
“Hendricks,sir,”hesayswithatriumphantflourish.
“Thankyou,”Christianmurmursinacknowledgment.
IsipmylatestCosmonervously.
“HowlongareyouinGeorgia,Christian?”Momasks.
“UntilFriday,Mrs.Adams.”
“Willyouhavedinnerwithustomorrowevening?Andplease,callmeCarla.”
“I’dbedelightedto,Carla.”
“Excellent.Ifyoutwowillexcuseme,Ineedtovisittherestroom.”
Mom…you’vejustbeen.Ilookatherdesperatelyasshestandsandwalksoff,leavingusalonetogether.
“So,you’remadatmeforhavingdinnerwithanoldfriend.”Christianturnshisburning,warygazetome,liftingmyhandtohislipsandkissingeachknucklegently.
