Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 3
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“Where’sMissKavanagh’scar?”
“Inthehotelparkinglot.”
“I’llwalkyouback.”
“Thankyouforthetea,Mr.Grey.”
HesmileshisoddI’ve-got-a-whopping-big-secretsmile.
“You’rewelcome,Anastasia.It’smypleasure.Come,”hecommands,andholdshishandouttome.Itakeit,bemused,andfollowhimoutofthecoffeeshop.
Westrollbacktothehotel,andI’dliketosayit’sincompanionablesilence.Heatleastlookshisusualcalm,collectedself.Asforme,I’mdesperatelytryingtogaugehowourlittlecoffeemorninghasgone.IfeellikeI’vebeeninterviewedforajob,butI’mnotsurewhatfor.
“Doyoualwayswearjeans?”heasksoutoftheblue.
“Mostly.”
Henods.We’rebackattheintersection,acrosstheroadfromthehotel.Mymindisreeling.Whatanoddquestion…AndI’mawarethatourtimetogetherislimited.Thisisit.Thiswasit,andI’vecompletelyblownit,Iknow.Perhapshehassomeone.
“Doyouhaveagirlfriend?”Iblurtout.Holycrap—Ijustsaidthatoutloud?
Hislipsquirkupinahalfsmile,andhepeersdownatme.
“No,Anastasia.Idon’tdothegirlfriendthing,”hesayssoftly.
Oh…whatdoesthatmean?He’snotgay.Oh,maybeheis!Hemusthaveliedtomeinhisinterview.Andforamoment,Ithinkhe’sgoingtofollowupwithsomeexplanation,somecluetothiscrypticstatement—buthedoesn’t.Ihavetogo.Ihavetotrytoreassemblemythoughts.Ihavetogetawayfromhim.Iwalkforward,andItrip,stumblingheadlongintotheroad.
“Shit,Ana!”Greycries
