When people ask me if I trust my beloved husband Christian, I tell them absolutely.
With all my heart.
He may have been a bit of a rogue before I met him, but that's all changed.
Why, just recently he told me of a business trip he took with his personal secretary, Fiona Forsythe. A sexy, long-legged brunette who, though she tries to hide it, it's obvious she has the hots for him.
They were flying back on the red-eye, and dear Christian was trying to get some sleep.
"Christian," his secretary purred, "I'm cold. Would you be a dear and get me a blanket?"
"You're cold?" Christian asked.
She hugged herself and shivered.
"I am," she told him, making a pouty-face.
"And you'd like something to keep you warm?"
She leaned closer to him.
"Yes," she said, suggestively. "I would."
Christian considered that.
"Miss Forsythe, how would you like to pretend you're Mrs. Grey," Christian propositioned. "Just for this flight, I mean."
"Oh, Christian... I'd love to pretend I'm Mrs. Grey."
"Then get your own blanket," he said.