Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 6
UnderKate’stirelessandfranklyintrusiveinstruction,mylegsandunderarmsareshavedtoperfection,myeyebrowsplucked,andIambuffedallover.Ithasbeenamostunpleasantexperience.Butsheassuresmethatthisiswhatmenexpectthesedays.Whatelsewillheexpect?IhavetoconvinceKatethatthisiswhatIwanttodo.Forsomestrangereason,shedoesn’ttrusthim,maybebecausehe’ssostiffandformal.Shesaysshecan’tputherfingeronit,butIhavepromisedtotextherwhenIarriveinSeattle.Ihaven’ttoldheraboutthehelicopter;she’dfreak.
IalsohavetheJoséissue.He’sleftthreemessagesandsevenmissedcallsonmycell.He’salsocalledhometwice.KatehasbeenveryvagueastowhereIam.He’llknowshe’scoveringforme.Katedoesn’tdovague.ButIhavedecidedtolethimstew.I’mstilltooangrywithhim.
Christianmentionedsomekindofwrittenpaperwork,andIdon’tknowifhewasjokingorifI’mgoingtohavetosignsomething.It’sfrustratingtryingtoguess.Andontopofalltheangst,Icanbarelycontainmyexcitementormynerves.Tonight’sthenight!Afterallthistime,amIreadyforthis?Myinnergoddessglaresatme,tappinghersmallfootimpatiently.She’sbeenreadyforthisforyears,andshe’sreadyforanythingwithChristianGrey,butIstilldon’tunderstandwhatheseesinme…mouseyAnaSteele—itmakesnosense.
Heispunctual,ofcourse,andwaitingformewhenIleaveClayton’s.HeclimbsoutofthebackoftheAuditoopenthedoorandsmileswarmlyatme.
“Goodevening,MissSteele,”hesays.
“Mr.
