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  • “Miss
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    “Miss Kavanaugh.” He extends a long-fingered hand to me. “I’m Christian Grey. Are you all right? Would you like to sit?” So young – and attractive, very attractive. He’s tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt and a black tie, with unruly dark copper-colored hair and intense, bright gray eyes that regard me shrewdly.

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  • You’re
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    “You’re very young to have amassed such an empire. To what do you owe your success?” I look up at him. His smile is rueful, but he looks vaguely disappointed. “Business is all about people, Miss Steele, and I’m very good at judging people. I know how they tick.”

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  • Jose
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    Jose and I are good friends, but I know deep down inside he’d like to be more. He’s cute and funny, but he’s just not for me. He’s more like the brother I never had. Katherine often teases me that I’m missing the need-a-boyfriend gene, but the truth is that I haven’t met anyone who … well, whom I’m attracted to, even though part of me longs for the fabled trembling knees, heart-in-my-mouth, butterflies-in-my-belly moments.

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  • I
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    I look up and find myself locked in the bold gray gaze of Christian Grey, who’s standing at the counter, staring at me. Heart failure. “Miss Steele. What a pleasant surprise.” ... His voice is warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel … or something.

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  • I
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    I am restless that night, tossing and turning, dreaming of smoking gray eyes, coveralls, long legs, long fingers, and dark, dark unexplored places. I wake twice in the night, my heart pounding. Oh, I’m going to look just great tomorrow with so little sleep, I scold myself. I punch my pillow and try to settle.

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  • I’d
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    “I’d like to bite that lip,” he whispers darkly. I gasp, completely unaware that I am chewing my bottom lip and my mouth pops open. That has to be the sexiest thing anybody has ever said to me. My heartbeat spikes, and I think I’m panting. Jeez, I’m a quivering mess, and he hasn’t even touched me … “Why don’t you?” I challenge quietly. “Because I’m not going to touch you, Anastasia – not until I have your written consent to do so.”

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  • This
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    “This is a nondisclosure agreement … If you’re going for option two, debasement, you’ll need to sign this … It means you cannot disclose anything about us. Anything, to anyone.”

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  • You
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    “You must eat, Anastasia,” he scolds, and, taking my hand, leads me back downstairs. “Weirdly, I seem to have lost my appetite,” I murmur petulantly. Back in the impossibly big room, I am filled with deep trepidation. I am on the edge of a precipice, and I have to decide whether to jump.

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  • I
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    I stare at myself in the giant mirror above the sink. Do I look different? I feel different.

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  • He
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    He stands very close as he fastens the cuffs. I’m staring at his chest. His proximity is heavenly. He smells of body wash and Christian, an inebriating mix, and that drags me back into the now. I want to run my nose and tongue through that smattering of chest hair.

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  • What
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    What was I thinking? I’m going to see his parents, and I’m not wearing any underwear. My subconscious gives me an unhelpful I-told-you-so expression. In the relative safety of his apartment, it seemed like a fun, teasing idea. Now I’m almost outside with no panties!

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  • I
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    I lie back for a moment staring through the windows at the lofty vista of Seattle’s skyline. Life in the clouds sure feels unreal. A fantasy – a castle in the air, adrift from the ground, safe from the realities of life – far away from neglect, hunger and crack-whore mothers. I shudder to think what he went through as a small child, and I understand why he lives here, isolated, surrounded by beautiful, precious works of art.

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  • I
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    I close my eyes, bracing myself for the blow. It comes hard, snapping across my backside, and the bite of the belt is everything I feared. I cry out involuntarily and take a huge gulp of air.

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  • I’m
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    “I’m not obedient, and you can be as sure as hell I’m not going to let you do that to me again. And that’s what you need, you said so.” He closes his eyes again, and I can see myriad emotions cross his face. When he reopens them, his expression is bleak. Oh no. “You’re right. I should let you go. I am no good for you.”

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  • Don’t,
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    “Don’t, please.” I recoil from him. There’s no way I can tolerate his touch right now, it will slay me. “I can’t do this.”

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  • I
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    I fall onto my bed, shoes and all, and howl. The pain is indescribable … physical, mental … metaphysical … it is everywhere, seeping into the marrow of my bones. Grief. This is grief – and I’ve brought it on myself. Deep down, a nasty, unbidden thought comes from my inner goddess, her lips contorted in a snarl … the physical pain from the bite of a belt is nothing, nothing compared to this devastation.

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