Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 6
“AndI’mseeinghimagainthisevening.”Sheclapsherhandsandjumpsupanddownlikeasmallchild.Shecannotcontainherexcitementandhappiness,andIcan’thelpbutfeelhappyforher.AhappyKate…thisisgoingtobeinteresting.
“ChristianistakingmetoSeattlethisevening.”
“Seattle?”
“Yes.”
“Maybeyouwillthen?”
“Oh,Ihopeso.”
“Youlikehim,then?”
“Yes.”
“Likehimenoughto…?”
“Yes.”
Sheraiseshereyebrows.
“Wow.AnaSteele,finallyfallingforaman,andit’sChristianGrey—hot,sexybillionaire.”
“Ohyeah—it’sallaboutthemoney.”Ismirk,andwebothfallintoafitofgiggles.
“Isthatanewblouse?”sheasks,andIletherhavealltheunexcitingdetailsaboutmynight.
“Hashekissedyouyet?”sheasksasshemakescoffee.
Iblush.
“Once.”
“Once!”shescoffs.
Inod,rathershamefaced.“He’sveryreserved.”
Shefrowns.“That’sodd.”
“Idon’tthinkoddcoversit,really.”
“Weneedtomakesureyou’resimplyirresistibleforthisevening,”shesayswithdetermination.
Ohno…thissoundslikeitwillbetimeconsuming,humiliating,andpainful.
“Ihavetobeatworkinanhour.”
“Icanworkwiththattimeframe.Comeon.”Kategrabsmyhandandtakesmeintoherbedroom.
THEDAYDRAGSATClayton’seventhoughwe’rebusy.We’vehitthesummerseason,soIhavetospendtwohoursrestockingtheshelvesoncetheshopisclosed.It’smindlesswork,anditgivesmetoomuchtimetothink.I’venotreallyhadachanceallday.
