Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 4
I’llneedatleastaweektoprocessthemall.
It’snoisy,crowded,andthemusichasstartedsothereisalargecrowdonthedancefloor.Kateisnotatourtable,andJoséhasdisappeared.Levilookslostandforlornonhisown.
“Where’sKate?”IshoutatLeviabovethenoise.Myheadisbeginningtopoundintimetothethumpingbasslineofthemusic.
“Dancing,”Levishouts,andIcantellhe’smad.He’seyeingChristiansuspiciously.Istruggleintomyblackjacketandplacemysmallshoulderbagovermyheadsoitsitsatmyhip.I’mreadytogo,onceI’veseenKate.
ItouchChristian’sarmandleanupandshoutinhisear,“She’sonthedancefloor,”brushinghishairwithmynose,smellinghisclean,freshsmell.Allthoseforbidden,unfamiliarfeelingsthatIhavetriedtodenysurfaceandrunamokthroughmydrainedbody.Iflush,andsomewheredeep,deepdownmymusclesclenchdeliciously.
Herollshiseyesatmeandtakesmyhandagainandleadsmetothebar.He’sservedimmediately,nowaitingforMr.ControlFreakGrey.Doeseverythingcomesoeasilytohim?Ican’thearwhatheorders.Hehandsmeaverylargeglassoficedwater.
“Drink.”Heshoutshisorderatme.
Themovinglightsaretwistingandturningintimetothemusic,castingstrangecoloredlightandshadowsalloverthebarandtheclientele.He’salternatelygreen,blue,white,andademonicred.He’swatchingmeintently.Itakeatentativesip.
“Allofit,”heshouts.
He’ssooverbearing.Herunshishandthroughhisunrulyhair.Helooksfrustrated,angry.
