"David,.Peter.-.Spider-Man.2" - читать интересную книгу автора (David Peter)

УHoney, do you trust me?Ф
УYes, of course,Ф she said impatiently.
УThen shouldnТt that be all that matters?Ф
УI guess.Ф
УYouguess ?Ф
She steadied herself and obviously forced a smile. УYouТre right. ItТs just me
and my baggage. ItТll be fine. Oh,Ф she added urgently, Уyou wonТt mention what
I said about Peter, right?Ф
УWhat, mention to Dad that heТs pissed off one of his employees? Boy, isthat the
worst-kept secret of the year. But yes, donТt worry, not a word.Ф
Thus assured, she opened the door of the limo. The chauffeur, now confident that
she was going to emerge, caught the door as it swung, and opened it the rest of
the way, helping her to step out onto the curb.
Together, their arms linked at the elbow, they entered the main foyer. J. Jonah
Jameson was waiting for them, looking pointedly at his watch. УOur reservation
was for ten minutes ago!Ф he said, his mustache bristling.
УTraffic, Dad.Ф
УTraffic!Ф bellowed Jonah, approaching him. УHow could traffic possibly be a
bother to you! My son, the astronaut? Traffic is for mere mortals! You should be
able to leap over it in a single bound!Ф
УI could have if IТd remembered to wear my tights and cape. Sorry.Ф
УDonТt let it happen again,Ф said Jonah, embracing his son warmly. Then he
looked at JohnТs companion. УAnd who is this?Ф
УDad, may I present Miss Mary Jane Watson. Mary Jane, my father, J. Jonah
Jameson.Ф
УWhatТs the СJТ stand for, Mr. Jameson?Ф she asked.
УJolly,Ф deadpanned Jonah. УAnd please, СMr. JamesonТ is so formal. Call meЕФ He
stopped, considered. УNo, on second thought, СMr. JamesonТ will do. Now come on:
WeТre eleven minutes late and counting.Ф
They followed in his wake, walking briskly through the corridors, and arrived at
the dining salon less than a minute later. The walls were deep, rich oak, lined
with scowling paintings of famous members of the club going back centuries. If
even one of them could have seen women eating there, theyТd have died a second
time.
Once seated, menus in front of them, Jonah stared at Mary Jane, his eyebrows
furrowed. УYou look familiar, Miss Watson. Have we met before?Ф
УI donТt think so.Ф
УIТve seen you, though. I never forget a face.Ф
УMary JaneТs an actress, Dad,Ф said John helpfully.
УOh! And thereТs my billboard!Ф
УThatТs got to be where you know her from, Dad,Ф John assured him. УThereТs this
billboard out, twenty times bigger than life, with her face plastered all overЧФ
УOsbornТs kid. Harry,Ф Jonah said abruptly.
Mary Jane paled visibly. УW-what?Ф
УYou used to go out with Norman OsbornТs kid, Harry,Ф said Jonah, pointing at
her. УIsnТt that right?Ф
УY-yes.Ф She glanced at John to see his reaction. УHow did youЧ?Ф
УHah!Фand Jonah thumped the table triumphantly. УSherlock Holmes lives. CanТt
slip anything past me.Ф
УMr. Jameson,Ф Mary Jane said cautiously, УI wasnТttrying to slip anything past,