Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 23
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No…no…hecan’tleavemehanginglikethis.
“Please,putthesedrinksonmytab,roomnumber612.I’llcallyouinthemorning,Anastasia.Untiltomorrow,Carla.”
“Oh,it’ssonicetohearsomeoneuseyourfullname.”
“Beautifulnameforabeautifulgirl,”Christianmurmurs,shakingheroutstretchedhand,andsheactuallysimpers.
Oh,Mom—ettu,Brute?Istand,gazingupathim,imploringhimtoanswermyquestion,andhekissesmycheekchastely.
“Laters,baby,”hewhispersinmyear.Thenhe’sgone.
Damnedcontrolfreakbastard.Myangerreturnsinfullforce.Islumpintomychairandturntofacemymother.
“Well,strikemedownwithafeather,Ana.He’sacatch.Idon’tknowwhat’sgoingonbetweenyoutwothough.Ithinkyouneedtotalktoeachother.Phew—theUSTinhere,it’sunbearable.”Shefansherselftheatrically.
“MOM!”
“Gotalktohim.”
“Ican’t.Icameheretoseeyou.”
“Ana,youcameherebecauseyou’reconfusedaboutthatboy.It’sobviousyoutwoarecrazyabouteachother.Youneedtotalktohim.He’sjustflownthree-thousand-oddmilestoseeyou,forheaven’ssake.Andyouknowhowawfulitistofly.”
Iflush.Ihaven’ttoldherabouthisprivateplane.
“What?”shesnaps.
“Hehashisownplane,”Imumble,embarrassed,“andit’sonlytwoandahalfthousandmiles,Mom.”
WhyamIembarrassed?Hereyebrowsshootup.
“Wow,”shemutters.“Ana,there’ssomethinggoingonbetweenyoutwo.I’vebeentryingtofathomitsinceyouarrivedhere.
