We didn’t-?” I whisper, my mouth drying in mortified horror as I can’t complete the question. I stare at my hands.“Anastasia, you were comatose. Necrophilia is not my thing. I like my women sentient and receptive,” he says dryly.

From: Christian GreySubject: &*%$&*&*Date: August 23 2011 11:23To: Anastasia GreyBelieve me when I say there are a great many things he'd like to do to your ass right now. Firing you is not one of them.Christian GreyCEO & Ass man, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

You're not celibate, then?" I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes."No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate.

I've never wanted more, until I met you."I gasp, reeling. Oh my. Isn't this what I want? He wants more. He wants it, too! My inner goddess has back-flipped off the podium and is doing a cartwheels around the stadium. It's not just me.