Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 5
“Andiftheydon’tworkforyou?”
“Oh,Icanbeverypersuasive,Anastasia.Youshouldfinishyourbreakfast.AndthenI’lldropyouoffathome.I’llpickyouupatClayton’sateightwhenyoufinish.We’llflyuptoSeattle.”
Iblinkathimrapidly.
“Fly?”
“Yes.Ihaveahelicopter.”
Igapeathim.IhavemyseconddatewithChristianOh-So-MysteriousGrey.Fromcoffeetohelicopterrides.Wow.
“We’llgobyhelicoptertoSeattle?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Hegrinswickedly.“BecauseIcan.Finishyourbreakfast.”
HowcanIeatnow?I’mgoingtoSeattlebyhelicopterwithChristianGrey.Andhewantstobitemylip…Isquirmatthethought.
“Eat,”hesaysmoresharply.“Anastasia,Ihaveanissuewithwastedfood…eat.”
“Ican’teatallthis.”Igapeatwhat’sleftonthetable.
“Eatwhat’sonyourplate.Ifyou’deatenproperlyyesterday,youwouldn’tbehere,andIwouldn’tbedeclaringmyhandsosoon.”Hismouthsetsinagrimline.Helooksangry.
Ifrownandreturntomynowcoldfood.I’mtooexcitedtoeat,Christian.Don’tyouunderstand?mysubconsciousexplains.ButI’mtoomuchofacowardtovoicethesethoughtsaloud,especiallywhenhelookssosullen.Hmm,likeasmallboy.Ifindthethoughtamusing.
“What’ssofunny?”heasks.Ishakemyhead,notdaringtellhim,andkeepmyeyesonmyfood.Swallowingmylastpieceofpancake,Ipeekupathim.He’seyeingmespeculatively.
“Goodgirl,”hesays.“I’lltakeyouhomewhenyou’vedriedyourhair.Idon’twantyougettingill.
