Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 6
Iwantedtorunmyfingersthroughhisdecadent,untidyhair,butI’dbeenunabletomovemyhands.Iamretrospectivelyfrustrated.
“Ilikedwhathappenedintheelevator,”ImurmurasIclimboutofthecar.I’mnotsureifIhearanaudiblegasp,butIchoosetoignoreitandheadupthestepstothefrontdoor.
KateandElliotaresittingatourdiningtable.Thefourteen-thousand-dollarbookshavedisappeared.Thankheavens.Ihaveplansforthem.Shehasthemostun-Kate-likeridiculousgrinonherface,andshelooksmussedupinasexykindofway.Christianfollowsmeintothelivingroom,andinspiteofherI’ve-been-having-a-good-time-all-nightgrin,Kateeyeshimsuspiciously.
“Hi,Ana.”Sheleapsuptohugme,thenholdsmeatarm’slengthsoshecanexamineme.ShefrownsandturnstoChristian.
“Goodmorning,Christian,”shesays,andhertoneisalittlehostile.
“MissKavanagh,”hesaysinhisstiff,formalway.
“Christian,hernameisKate,”Elliotgrumbles.
“Kate.”ChristiangivesherapolitenodandglaresatElliot,whogrinsandrisestohugme,too.
“Hi,Ana.”Hesmiles,hisblueeyestwinkling,andIlikehimimmediately.He’sobviouslynothinglikeChristian,butthenthey’readoptedbrothers.
“Hi,Elliot.”Ismileathim,andI’mawarethatI’mbitingmylip.
“Elliot,we’dbettergo,”Christiansaysmildly.
“Sure.”HeturnstoKateandpullsherintohisarmsandgivesheralong,lingeringkiss.
Jeez…getaroom.Istareatmyfeet,embarrassed.IglanceupatChristian,andhe’swatchingmeintently.Inarrowmyeyesathim.