Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
Shegapesatme,buteventuallyrecoversherselfandresumesheroriginallineofquestioning.
“Howwaslastnight?Didyoutalk?”
Jeez.Iflushbrightscarlet.
“Wetalked—lastnightandtoday.It’sgettingbetter.”
“Good.”Sheturnsherattentionbacktothefourcookbooksshehasopenonthekitchentable.
“Mom…ifyoulike,I’llcookthisevening.”
“Oh,honey,that’skindofyou,butIwanttodoit.”
“Okay.”Igrimace,knowingfullwellthatmymother’scookingisprettyhitormiss.Perhapsshe’simprovedsinceshemovedtoSavannahwithBob.TherewasatimeIwouldn’tsubjectanyonetohercooking…even—whodoIhate?Ohyes—Mrs.Robinson—Elena.Well,maybeher.WillIevermeetthisdamnedwoman?
Idecidetosendaquickthank-youtoChristian.
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From:AnastasiaSteele
Subject:SoaringasOpposedtoSore-ing
Date:June2201110:20EST
To:ChristianGrey
Sometimes,youreallyknowhowtoshowagirlagoodtime.
Thankyou
Anax
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From:ChristianGrey
Subject:SoaringvsSore-ing
Date:June2201110:24EST
To:AnastasiaSteele
I’lltakeeitherofthoseoveryoursnoring.Ihadagoodtime,too.
ButIalwaysdowhenI’mwithyou.
ChristianGrey
CEO,GreyEnterprisesHoldings,Inc.
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From:AnastasiaSteele
Subject:SNORING
Date:June2201110:26EST
To:ChristianGrey
IDONOTSNORE.AndifIdo,it’sveryungallantofyoutopointitout.
Youarenogentleman,Mr.
