Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 5
Thechoiceisyours.”
“Whycan’tyoutellmenow?”
“BecauseI’menjoyingmybreakfastandyourcompany.Onceyou’reenlightened,youprobablywon’twanttoseemeagain.”
Whatdoesthatmean?Doeshewhite-slavesmallchildrentosomegodforsakenpartoftheplanet?Ishepartofsomeunderworldcrimesyndicate?Itwouldexplainwhyhe’ssorich.Ishedeeplyreligious?Isheimpotent?Surelynot—hecouldprovethattomerightnow.Iflushscarletthinkingaboutthepossibilities.Thisisgettingmenowhere.I’dliketosolvetheriddlethatisChristianGreysoonerratherthanlater.IfitmeansthatwhateversecrethehasissogrossthatIdon’twanttoknowhimanymore,then,quitefrankly,itwillbearelief.Don’tlietoyourself—mysubconsciousyellsatme—it’llhavetobeprettydamnedbadtohaveyourunningforthehills.
“Tonight.”
Heraisesaneyebrow.
“LikeEve,you’resoquicktoeatfromthetreeofknowledge.”Hesmirks.
“Areyousmirkingatme,Mr.Grey?”Iasksweetly.Pompousass.
HenarrowshiseyesatmeandpicksuphisBlackBerry.Hepressesonenumber.
“Taylor.I’mgoingtoneedCharlieTango.”
CharlieTango!Who’she?
“FromPortlandat,say,twentythirty…No,standbyatEscala…Allnight.”
Allnight!
“Yes.Oncalltomorrowmorning.I’llpilotfromPortlandtoSeattle.”
Pilot?
“Standbypilotfromtwenty-twothirty.”Heputsthephonedown.Nopleaseorthankyou.
“Dopeoplealwaysdowhatyoutellthem?”
“Usually,iftheywanttokeeptheirjobs,”hesays,deadpan.
