Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 3
”Oh,thisisgettingsilly.“Whydoyouask?”
“Youseemnervousaroundmen.”
Holycrap,that’spersonal.I’mjustnervousaroundyou,Grey.
“Ifindyouintimidating.”Iflushscarlet,butmentallypatmyselfonthebackformycandor,andgazeatmyhandsagain.Ihearhissharpintakeofbreath.
“Youshouldfindmeintimidating.”Henods.“You’reveryhonest.Pleasedon’tlookdown.Iliketoseeyourface.”
Oh.Iglanceathim,andhegivesmeanencouragingbutwrysmile.
“Itgivesmesomesortofcluewhatyoumightbethinking,”hebreathes.“You’reamystery,MissSteele.”
Mysterious?Me?
“There’snothingmysteriousaboutme.”
“Ithinkyou’reveryself-contained,”hemurmurs.
AmI?Wow…howamImanagingthat?Thisisbewildering.Me,self-contained?Noway.
“Exceptwhenyoublush,ofcourse,whichisoften.IjustwishIknewwhatyouwereblushingabout.”Hepopsasmallpieceofmuffinintohismouthandstartstochewitslowly,nottakinghiseyesoffme.Andasifoncue,Iblush.Crap!
“Doyoualwaysmakesuchpersonalobservations?”
“Ihadn’trealizedIwas.HaveIoffendedyou?”Hesoundssurprised.
“No,”Ianswertruthfully.
“Good.”
“Butyou’reveryhigh-handed.”
Heraiseshiseyebrowsand,ifI’mnotmistaken,flushesslightly,too.
“I’musedtogettingmyownway,Anastasia,”hemurmurs.“Inallthings.”
“Idon’tdoubtit.Whyhaven’tyouaskedmetocallyoubyyourfirstname?”I’msurprisedbymyaudacity.
