She’s one of the few women I’ve met who can sit in silence.
Mr. Grey, so romantic.” “For you Mrs. Grey – hearts and flowers. Always.
Ana.” Elliot’s voice is clipped and quiet, and my scalp prickles ominously. “What’s wrong?” “It’s Christian. He’s not back from Portland.” “What? What do you mean?” “His helicopter has gone missing.” “Charlie Tango?” I whisper as all the breath leaves my body. “No!
Because I’m not going to touch you, Anastasia – not until I have your written consent to do so.
Suicide crossed my mind often, but I always held back.
Love is for fools, Christian.
It’s not as bad as you think. Your imagination is your worst enemy in this.
Fundamentally, that’s what concerns me most – that he needs that and has always found like-minded women who need it, too.
I want to be all things to this man, his Alpha and his Omega and everything in between, because he is all things to me.
Why Miss Steele, I do believe you’re making my palm twitch.” “Ah, Mr. Grey, your perpetually twitching palm. What are we going to do with that?
Breath play is not my scene at all.
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy is asleep on the floor. She has been asleep for a long time. I brush her hair because she likes that. She doesn’t wake up. I shake her. Mommy! My tummy hurts. It is hungry. He isn’t here. I am thirsty. In the kitchen I pull a chair to the sink, and I have a drink. The water splashes over my blue sweater. Mommy is still asleep. Mommy wake up! Sh.
Oh, I exercise control in all things, Miss Steele,” he says without a trace of humor in his smile.
Did you wish to offer your commiserations?” I ask too sweetly. I think he’s trying to stifle a smile, but I can’t be sure.
So, it was nice knowing me?
Just imagine how you’ll feel when we’re home,” he whispers. “I can’t wait to get you home.” “It will be your fault if I combust here on the seventy-sixth floor,” I mutter through gritted teeth. “Oh, Anastasia. We’d find a way to put the fire out,” he says, grinning salaciously at me.
You want to play on your Xbox?” I ask. He laughs loudly. “No, Anastasia, no Xbox, no Playstation. Come.
Okay, and what do I get out of this?” He shrugs and looks almost apologetic. “Me,” he says simply.
The best thing that ever happened to me.
Forget about the rules. Forget about all those details for tonight. I want you. I’ve wanted you since you fell into my office, and I know you want me.