“You said no.”

“What?” No to what?

“At the dinner table, with your legs.”

Oh… that’s what this is all about.

“But we were at your parents’ dining table.” I stare up at him, completely bewildered.

“No one’s ever said no to me before. And it’s so – hot.”

The doors open, and I hurry in desperate to escape. I really need to get out of here. When I turn to look at him, he’s leaning against the doorway beside the elevator with one hand on the wall. He really is very, very good-looking. It’s distracting. His burning gray eye"s gaze at me. “Anastasia,” he says as a farewell. “Christian,” I reply. And mercifully, the doors close.

Minimalist posters ||  Fifty Shades trilogy
"You have no idea who I am."