“I like to make the odd impromptu visit. It keeps management on their toes, wives in their place. You know." He shrugs,… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Subject: Sundown Date: June 14 2011 09:35 To: Christian Grey Dear Completely & Utterly Smitten I love waking up with you, too.… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“My boss is like an angry bear with a sore head and poison ivy up his ass.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“From: Anastasia Steele Subject: Moaning Date: May 31 2011 19:39 EST To: Christian Grey Gotta go. Laters, baby. ..... From: Christian Grey… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Eigentlich sind Männer gar nicht so kompliziert, Ana. In Wahrheit sind sie sehr schlicht strukturierte Geschöpfe, die meistens genau das meinen, was… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You're not celibate, then?" I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes. "No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I feel the color in my cheeks rising again. I must be the color of The Communist Manifesto.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I want you to tell me something,” I whisper. “What?” “Don’t get mad.” “What is it, Ana?” “You do care.” His eyes… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“P.S. I also note that you included the Stalker's Anthem "Every Breath You Take" I do enjoy our sense of humor, but… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I know you’re rolling your eyes at me,” he murmurs, and I hear the trace of humor in his voice.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Jack has been cracking the whip. Er . . . I mean . . .” I flush and fall silent. Christian says… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“It's because I'm pregnant, Christian." He snorts, and his mouth twists into an ironic smile. "If I knew getting you knocked up… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Your stepfather? I'd like to meet him." Oh no... why? "I'm not sure that's a good idea." Christian unlocks the door, his… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I glance down his body. He's still wearing his shorts and his shirt, and I still have my T-shirt on. Jeez-- talk… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You've brushed your teeth," He says, staring at me. "I used your toothbrush." His lips quirk up in a half smile. "Oh… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“We didn’t-?” I whisper, my mouth drying in mortified horror as I can’t complete the question. I stare at my hands. “Anastasia,… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Holy shit. What does that mean? Does he white-slave small children to some God-forsaken part of the planet?” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“How does he do this to me? He's just touching a small area of my body and the hormones are flying.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Coveralls," I reply, and I know I'm no longer screening what's coming out of my mouth. He raises a eyebrow, amused yet… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“From: Christian Grey Subject: &*%$&*&* Date: August 23 2011 11:23 To: Anastasia Grey Believe me when I say there are a great… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Don’t,” he murmurs, then kisses me lightly. “Why don’t you like to be touched?” I whisper, staring up into soft gray eyes. “Because I’m… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I’ve been so busy I haven’t managed to contact her since this morning, but she’s been hovering at the edge of my consciousness all… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Let me ask you something first. Do you want a regular vanilla relationship with no kinky fu*kery at all?” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“And the baby?" The words are anguished, breathless. "The baby's fine, Mr. Grey." "Oh, thank God." The words are litany... a prayer, "Oh, thank… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“No. No!” he says. “I . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know. “You can’t… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Because we're getting to know each other, and you're stubborn and cantankerous and moody and difficult.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
