Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 3
Iflush.
“Kate,it’sjustcoffee.I’mstartingmyexamsthisweek,andIneedtostudy,soIwon’tbelong.”
Shepursesherlipsasifconsideringmyrequest.Finally,shefisheshercarkeysoutofherpocketandhandsthemtome.Ihandhermine.
“I’llseeyoulater.Don’tbelong,orI’llsendoutsearchandrescue.”
“Thanks.”Ihugher.
IemergefromthesuitetofindChristianGreywaiting,leaningupagainstthewall,lookinglikeamalemodelinaposeforsomeglossyhigh-endmagazine.
“Okay,let’sdocoffee,”Imurmur,flushingabeetred.
Hegrins.
“Afteryou,MissSteele.”Hestandsupstraight,holdinghishandoutformetogofirst.Imakemywaydownthecorridor,mykneesshaky,mystomachfullofbutterflies,andmyheartinmymouththumpingadramatic,unevenbeat.IamgoingtohavecoffeewithChristianGrey…andIhatecoffee.
Wewalktogetherdownthewidehotelcorridortotheelevators.WhatshouldIsaytohim?Mymindissuddenlyparalyzedwithapprehension.Whatarewegoingtotalkabout?WhatonEarthdoIhaveincommonwithhim?Hissoft,warmvoicestartlesmefrommyreverie.
“HowlonghaveyouknownKatherineKavanagh?”
Oh,aneasyquestionforstarters.
“Sinceourfreshmanyear.She’sagoodfriend.”
“Hmm,”herepliesnoncommittally.Whatishethinking?
Attheelevators,hepressesthecallbutton,andthebellringsalmostimmediately.Thedoorsslideopen,revealingayoungcoupleinapassionateembraceinside.Surprisedandembarrassed,theyjumpapart,staringguiltilyineverydirectionbutours.
