“Christian, no. I mean it. You can fuck me seven shades of Sunday this evening. But not now. Not here!”
He blinks and narrows his eyes once more. Then unexpectedly he laughs. “Seven shades of Sunday?” He arches an eyebrow, intrigued. “I may hold you to that, Ms. Steele.”
“Oh, stop with the Ms. Steele!” I snap and thump the desk, startling us both.
“For heaven’s sake, Christian. If it means so much to you, I’ll change my name!”
His mouth pops open as he inhales sharply. And then he grins, a radiant, all-teeth-showing, joyous grin. Wow …
“Good.” He claps his hands, and all of a sudden he stands. What now? “Mission accomplished. Now, I have work to do. If you’ll excuse me, Mrs. Grey.”
Fifty Shades Freed
“Seven shades of Sunday…”
I take this to mean that they will have sex until she turns seven different colors, all of which are reminiscent of a lazy Sunday afternoon.
yes. i now declare this a thing. you’re welcome.
I still don’t get why she didn’t dump him on the spot. Show up at my job, embarrass me & all to manipulate me into giving up my name? Fuck that shit. At best you’re fired. Most likely you’re fired & bleeding.