Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 25
AsImentallyflickthroughallthescenariosthatcouldbe“thesituation,”Ibecomeawarethatonceagaintheonlyemptyseatisbesideme.IshakemyheadasthethoughtcrossesmymindthatChristianmighthavepurchasedtheadjacentseatsothatIcouldn’ttalktoanyone.Idismisstheideaasridiculous—noonecouldbethatcontrolling,thatjealous,surely.Iclosemyeyesastheplanetaxistowardtherunway.
IEMERGEINTOTHESea-TacarrivalsterminaleighthourslatertofindTaylorwaitingandholdingupasignthatreadsMISSA.STEELE.Honestly!Butit’sgoodtoseehim.
“Hello,Taylor.”
“MissSteele,”hegreetsmeformally,butIseeahintofasmileinhissharpbrowneyes.Helookshisusualimmaculateself—smartcharcoalsuit,whiteshirt,andcharcoaltie.
“Idoknowwhatyoulooklike,Taylor,youdon’tneedasign,andIdowishyou’dcallmeAna.”
“Ana.CanItakeyourbags,please?”
“No,Icanmanage.Thankyou.”
Hislipstightenperceptibly.
“B-but,ifyou’dbemorecomfortabletakingthem,”Istammer.
“Thankyou.”Hegrabsmybackpackandmynewlyacquiredwheeliecasefortheclothesmymotherhasboughtme.“Thisway,ma’am.”
Isigh.He’ssopolite.Iremember,thoughIwouldliketoeraseitfrommymemory,thatthismanhasboughtmeunderwear.Infact—andthethoughtunsettlesme—he’stheonlymanwho’severboughtmeunderwear.EvenRay’sneverhadtoendurethathardship.WewalkinsilencetotheblackAudiSUVoutsideintheairportparkinglot,andheholdsthedooropenforme.
