Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
Whowouldhavethought…?ChristianGreyatIHOP.
IT’S8:30A.M.BUTquietintherestaurant.Itsmellsofsweetbatter,friedfood,anddisinfectant.Hmm…notsuchanenticingaroma.Christianleadsmetoabooth.
“Iwouldneverhavepicturedyouhere,”Isayasweslideintoabooth.
“Mydadusedtobringustooneofthesewhenevermymomwentawaytoamedicalconference.Itwasoursecret.”Hesmilesatme,eyesdancing,thenpicksupamenu,runningahandthroughhiswaywardhair.
Oh,Iwanttorunmyhandsthroughthathair.Ipickupamenuandexamineit.IrealizeI’mstarving.
“IknowwhatIwant,”hebreathes,hisvoicelowandhusky.
Iglanceupathim,andhe’sstaringatmeinthatwaythattightensallthemusclesinmybellyandtakesmybreathaway,hiseyesdarkandsmoldering.Holyshit.Igazeathim,mybloodsinginginmyveins,answeringhiscall.
“Iwantwhatyouwant,”Iwhisper.
Heinhalessharply.
“Here?”heaskssuggestively,raisinganeyebrowatme,smilingwickedly,histeethtrappingthetipofhistongue.
Ohmy…sexinIHOP.Hisexpressionchanges,growingdarker.
“Don’tbiteyourlip,”heorders.“Nothere,notnow.”Hiseyeshardenmomentarily,andforamoment,helookssodeliciouslydangerous.“IfIcan’thaveyouhere,don’ttemptme.”
“Hi,myname’sLeandra.WhatcanIgetforyou…er…folks…er…today,thismornin’…?”Hervoicetrailsoff,stumblingoverherwordsasshegetsaneyefulofMr.Beautifuloppositeme.