You didn't see him watching you dance with your dad. His eyes got all shiny. I thought he was going to cry. And on the way up here, in the elevator, he tried to play it off, but I could totally tell he was nervous.

Don't. Tell me when, then. And before you say never, take a good look at me and tell me if you see a man who's easily deterred.

I have one one type: Eva Lauren Tramell. That’s it.” I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Whatever.

You forget who submits, Eva,” he said gruffly. “I’ve given up control for you. I’ve bent and adjusted for you. I’ll do anything to keep you and make you happy. But I can’t be tamed or topped. Don’t mistake indulgence for weakness.

I can still feel you, Eva. Still taste you. I’ve been hard since you left, through two meetings and one teleconference. You’ve got the advantage, state your demands.

We knew our strengths and played up our assets. But we couldn't see what made us unique enough for someone to really love us.

I'm not giving you any options here. We're doing this, Eva. Enjoy your last remaining hours as a single woman.