Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 5
Ididn’taskhimtocomeandgetme.SomehowI’vebeenmadetofeellikethevillainofthepiece.
“Youdidn’thavetotrackmedownwithwhateverJamesBondgadgetryyou’redevelopingforthehighestbidder,”Isnap.Hestaresatme,surprisedand,ifI’mnotmistaken,alittlewounded.
“First,thetechnologytotrackcellphonesisavailableovertheInternet.Second,mycompanydoesnotinvestormanufactureanykindofsurveillancedevices.Andthird,ifIhadn’tcometogetyou,you’dprobablybewakingupinthephotographer’sbed,andfromwhatIcanremember,youweren’toverlyenthusedabouthimpressinghissuit,”hesaysacidly.
Pressinghissuit!IglanceupatChristian.He’sglaringatme,eyesblazing,aggrieved.Itrytobitemylip,butIfailtorepressmygiggle.
“Whichmedievalchronicledidyouescapefrom?Yousoundlikeacourtlyknight.”
Hismoodvisiblyshifts.Hiseyessoftenandhisexpressionwarms,andthere’satraceofasmileonhislips.
“Anastasia,Idon’tthinkso.Darkknight,maybe.”Hissmileissardonic,andheshakeshishead.“Didyoueatlastnight?”Histoneisaccusatory.Ishakemyhead.WhatmajortransgressionhaveIcommittednow?Hisjawclenches,buthisfaceremainsimpassive.
“Youneedtoeat.That’swhyyouweresoill.Honestly,it’sdrinkingrulenumberone.”Herunsthishandthroughhishair,andIknowit’sbecausehe’sexasperated.
“Areyougoingtocontinuetoscoldme?”
“IsthatwhatI’mdoing?”
“Ithinkso.”
“You’reluckyI’mjustscoldingyou.
