Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 6
Grey.”InodpolitelytohimasIclimbintothebackseatofthecar.Taylorissittinginthedriver’sseat.
“Hello,Taylor,”Isay.
“Goodevening,MissSteele.”Hisvoiceispoliteandprofessional.Christianclimbsintheothersideandclaspsmyhand,givingitagentlesqueezethatechoesthroughmybody.
“Howwaswork?”heasks.
“Verylong,”Ireply,andmyvoiceishusky,toolow,andfullofneed.
“Yes,it’sbeenalongdayforme,too.”
“Whatdidyoudo?”Imanage.
“IwenthikingwithElliot.”Histhumbstrokesmyknuckles,backandforth,andmyheartskipsabeatasmybreathingaccelerates.Howdoeshedothistome?He’sonlytouchingaverysmallareaofmybody,andthehormonesareflying.
Thedrivetotheheliportisshortand,beforeIknowit,wearrive.Iwonderwherethefabledhelicoptermightbe.We’reinabuilt-upareaofthecity,andevenIknowhelicoptersneedspacetotakeoffandland.Taylorparks,climbsout,andopensthedoorforme.Christianisbesidemeinaninstantandtakesmyhandagain.
“Ready?”heasks.Inodandwanttosay,Foranything,butIcan’tarticulatethewordsasI’mtoonervous,tooexcited.
“Taylor.”Henodscurtlyathisdriver,andweheadintothebuilding,straighttoasetofelevators.Elevator!Thememoryofourkissthismorningcomesbacktohauntme.Ihavethoughtofnothingelseallday,daydreamingattheregisteratClayton’s.TwiceMr.ClaytonhadtoshoutmynametobringmebacktoEarth.TosayI’vebeendistractedwouldbetheunderstatementoftheyear.
