Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 3
Twocanplayatthisgame.
“Tellmeaboutyourparents,”Iask.
Heshrugs.
“Mydad’salawyer,mymomisapediatrician.TheyliveinSeattle.”
Oh…he’shadanaffluentupbringing.AndIwonderaboutasuccessfulcouplewhoadoptsthreekids,andoneofthemturnsintoabeautifulmanwhotakesonthebusinessworldandconquersitsingle-handed.Whatdrovehimtobethatway?Hisfolksmustbeproud.
“Whatdoyoursiblingsdo?”
“Elliot’sinconstruction,andmylittlesisterisinParis,studyingcookeryundersomerenownedFrenchchef.”Hiseyescloudwithirritation.Hedoesn’twanttotalkabouthisfamilyorhimself.
“IhearParisislovely,”Imurmur.Whydoesn’thewanttotalkabouthisfamily?Isitbecausehe’sadopted?
“It’sbeautiful.Haveyoubeen?”heasks,hisirritationforgotten.
“I’veneverleftmainlandUSA.”Sonowwe’rebacktobanalities.Whatishehiding?
“Wouldyouliketogo?”
“ToParis?”Isqueak.Thishasthrownme—whowouldn’twanttogotoParis?“Ofcourse,”Iconcede.“Butit’sEnglandthatI’dreallyliketovisit.”
Hecockshisheadtooneside,runninghisindexfingeracrosshislowerlip…ohmy.
“Because?”
Iblinkrapidly.Concentrate,Steele.
“It’sthehomeofShakespeare,Austen,theBrontësisters,ThomasHardy.I’dliketoseetheplacesthatinspiredthosepeopletowritesuchwonderfulbooks.”
AllthistalkofliterarygreatsremindsmethatIshouldbestudying.Iglanceatmywatch.“I’dbettergo.Ihavetostudy.”
“Foryourexams?”
“Yes.TheystartTuesday.
