Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 5
Takinganotherdeepbreath,Ienterthelivingareaofthesuite.It’shuge.There’sanopulent,plushseatingarea,alloverstuffedcouchesandsoftcushions,anelaboratecoffeetablewithastackoflargeglossybooks,astudyareawiththelatest-generationiMac,andanenormousplasmascreenTVonthewall.Christianissittingatadiningtableontheothersideoftheroomreadinganewspaper.It’sthesizeofatenniscourtorsomething,notthatIplaytennis,thoughIhavewatchedKateafewtimes.Kate!
“Crap,Kate,”Icroak.Christianpeersupatme.
“Sheknowsyou’rehereandstillalive.ItextedElliot,”hesayswithjustatraceofhumor.
Ohno.Irememberherferventdancingofthenightbefore.AllherpatentedmovesusedwithmaximumeffecttoseduceChristian’sbrother,noless!What’sshegoingtothinkaboutmebeinghere?I’veneverstayedoutbefore.She’sstillwithElliot.She’sonlydonethistwicebefore,andbothtimesI’vehadtoendurethehideouspinkPJsforaweekfromthefallout.She’sgoingtothinkI’vehadaone-nightstand,too.
Christianstaresatmeimperiously.He’swearingawhitelinenshirt,collarandcuffsundone.
“Sit,”hecommands,pointingtoaplaceatthetable.ImakemywayacrosstheroomandsitdownoppositehimasI’vebeendirected.Thetableisladenwithfood.
“Ididn’tknowwhatyouliked,soIorderedaselectionfromthebreakfastmenu.”Hegivesmeacrooked,apologeticsmile.
“That’sveryprofligateofyou,”Imurmur,bewilderedbythechoice,thoughIamhungry.
“Yes,itis.”Hesoundsguilty.
