“Mrs. GreyI have received three compliments on my new haircut. Compliments from my staffare new. It must be the ridiculous smile I’m wearing whenever I think about last night. You are indeed a wonderful, talented, beautiful woman.And all mine.”

“From: Christian GreySubject: My Life's Mission...Date: September 5, 2011 09:25To: Anastasia GreyIs to spoil you, Mrs. Grey.And keep you safe because I love you.Christian GreySmitten CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.”

“Three little words. My world stands still, tilts, then spins on a new axis.”

“Well, Anastasia, my new motto is, 'If you can't beat'em, join'em”

“I turn and gaze at him midway. Chin up Steele, I chide myself. “Oh... by the way, I’m wearing your underwear.” I gave him a small smile and pull up the waistband of the boxer briefs I’m wearing so he can see. Christian’s mouth drops open, shocked. What a great reaction. My mood shifts immediately, and I sashay into the house, part of me wanting to jump and punch the air.”

“Trust me, They want you. They want what's mine." He pulls me against him, and I lift my arms to his shoulders, my hands in his hair, regarding him with amusement."Mine," he repeats, his eyes glowing possessively."Yes, yours." I reassure him, smiling.”

“Anastasia, I’m not a hearts and flowers kind of man, I don’t do romance. My tastes are very singular. You should steer clear of me.” He closes his eyes as if in defeat. “There’s something about you, though,and I’m finding it impossible to stay away. But I think you’ve figured that out already.”