Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 6
Christianglancesdownatme,aslightsmileonhislips.Ha!He’sthinkingaboutit,too.
“It’sonlythreefloors,”hesaysdryly,hiseyesdancingwithamusement.He’stelepathic,surely.It’sspooky.
Itrytokeepmyfaceimpassiveasweentertheelevator.Thedoorsclose,andit’sthere,theweirdelectricalattractioncracklingbetweenus,enslavingme.Iclosemyeyesinavainattempttoignoreit.Hetightenshisgriponmyhand,andfivesecondslaterthedoorsopenontotheroofofthebuilding.Andthereitis,awhitehelicopterwiththenameGREYENTERPRISESHOLDINGS,INC.writteninbluewiththecompanylogoontheside.Surelythisismisuseofcompanyproperty.
Heleadsmetoasmallofficewhereanold-timersitsbehindthedesk.
“Here’syourflightplan,Mr.Grey.Allexternalchecksaredone.It’sreadyandwaiting,sir.You’refreetogo.”
“Thankyou,Joe.”Christiansmileswarmlyathim.
Oh.SomeonedeservingofthepolitetreatmentfromChristian.Perhapshe’snotanemployee.Istareattheoldguyinawe.
“Let’sgo,”Christiansays,andwemakeourwaytowardthehelicopter.Whenwe’reupclose,it’smuchbiggerthanIthought.Iexpectedittobearoadsterversionfortwo,butithasatleastsevenseats.Christianopensthedooranddirectsmetooneoftheseatsattheveryfront.
“Sit—don’ttouchanything,”heordersasheclimbsinbehindme.
Heshutsthedoorwithaslam.I’mgladthattheareaisfloodlit,otherwiseI’dfinditdifficulttoseeinsidethesmallcockpit.
