Christian Grey stood on top of the end of the bed, shirtless, hands on his hips, wearing really good pants that he got at the millionaire pants store.
“Dong,” he said. “Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong.”
“What’s that?” said the girl, aware in some girl way that she was about to sex more than she ever had before.
“Open up,” he said, unzipping. “That’s the fuck doorbell.”