Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 5
“Well,whenyouwerenearlyrunoverbythecyclist—andIwasholdingyouandyouwerelookingupatme—all‘kissme,kissme,Christian’”—hepausesandshrugs—“IfeltIowedyouanapologyandawarning.”Herunshishandthroughhishair.“Anastasia,I’mnotaheartsandflowerskindofman…Idon’tdoromance.Mytastesareverysingular.Youshouldsteerclearofme.”Hecloseshiseyesasifindefeat.“There’ssomethingaboutyou,though,andI’mfindingitimpossibletostayaway.ButIthinkyou’vefiguredthatoutalready.”
Myappetitevanishes.Hecan’tstayaway!
“Thendon’t,”Iwhisper.
Hegasps,hiseyeswide.“Youdon’tknowwhatyou’resaying.”
“Enlightenme,then.”
Wesitgazingateachother,neitherofustouchingourfood.
“You’renotcelibate,then?”Ibreathe.
Amusementlightsuphiseyes.
“No,Anastasia,I’mnotcelibate.”Hepausesforthisinformationtosinkin,andIflushscarlet.Themouth-to-brainfilterisbrokenagain.Ican’tbelieveI’vejustsaidthatoutloud.
“Whatareyourplansforthenextfewdays?”heasks,hisvoicelow.
“I’mworkingtoday,frommidday.Whattimeisit?”Ipanicsuddenly.
“It’sjustafterten;you’veplentyoftime.Whatabouttomorrow?”Hehashiselbowsonthetable,andhischinisrestingonhislong,steepledfingers.
“KateandIaregoingtostartpacking.We’removingtoSeattlenextweekend,andI’mworkingatClayton’sallthisweek.”
“YouhaveaplaceinSeattlealready?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Ican’tremembertheaddress.
