“Miss Steele, I do believe you’re making my palm twitch.”
“Of course. Silly me. Such a sad, exciting score, which no doubt you can play? So many accomplishments, Mr. Grey.”“And the greatest one is you, Miss Steele.”
“You sound like a control freak." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. "Oh, I exercise control in all things, Miss Steele," he says without a trace of humor in his smile.”
“Good Point well made, Ms. Steele”
“You are one fucked up son of a bitch! - Anastasia Steele”
“What! Sex in the car? Can't we just do it on the cool marble of the lobby floor...please?"Ana's thoughts”