Anastasia, you’re going to have to learn to be rich, too, if you say yes.’ He says softly. ‘Wealth isn’t something I’ve ever aspired to, Christian.’ I frown. ‘I know. I love that about you....

You have no reason to be jealous, Christian. You own me body and soul.

You wanted hearts and flowers. You have my heart — and here are the flowers.

Subject: SundownDate: June 14 2011 09:35To: Christian GreyDear Completely & Utterly SmittenI love waking up with you, too. But I love being in bed with you and in elevators and on pianos and billiard tables...

Love is for fools, Christian.