E.L. James

Has that obscenely rich fucker upset you again?

Relationships like this are built on honesty and trust. If you don't trust me-trust me to know how I'm affecting you, how far I can go with you, how far I can take you-if you can't be honest with me, then we really can't do this.

Good evening, Mrs. Grey," Christian says softly. He's standing by the piano, dressed in a tight black T-shirt, and jeans...those jeans- the ones he wore in the playroom. Oh my. They are over washed pale-blue denim, snug, ripped at the knee and hot. He saunters over to me, his feet bare, the top button of the jeans undone, his smoldering eyes never leaving mine. "Good to have you home. I've been waiting for you.

Of course. Silly me. Such a sad, exciting score, which no doubt you can play? So many accomplishments, Mr. Grey.___nd the greatest one is you, Miss Steele.

You wanted hearts and flowers,_ he murmurs.I blink at him, not quite believing what I__ seeing.__ou have my heart._ And he waves toward the room.__nd here are the flowers,_ I whisper, completing his sentence. __hristian, it__ lovely.

Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.

Don't get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.

Ana, honey, you've always had a tendency to overanalyse everything. Go with your gut.

You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince