I'm quite sure if I'm awake or asleep, when I think I feel a cool breeze blow over me. I pull the down covers closer to my body and roll to the other side. As the air brushes some stray hairs into my face, I swat at them and the haze of sleep starts to clear. I begin to wonder where the breeze is coming from. My body might have been sore from the rough, but oh so satisfying beating Christian gave me, but I don't remember opening any windows. At first, I think maybe Christian might have, seeing as it was a balmy summer evening, but that would be unlikely. He never comes into my room, this room.

The hair on the back of my neck starts to prickle and an uneasy feeling comes over me and suddenly I have a sinking feeling I'm not alone in here. Swallowing my impulse to panic, I wriggle around and pretend I'm still asleep, but manage to get my body angled in bed and slit my eyes open. What I see confirms my fears. Silhouetted against the moonlight is a figure, near the balcony. I think it's a woman but it's hard to tell. My breath catches. Come on, even breathing Hannah, you're supposed to be asleep. I close my eyes and steady my breathing, but when I manage to open my eyes again, the figure's gone. Deeper into my room or did he or she leave? This must be dream. I slowly pull the covers over my head and try to convince myself that it's a dream and the next thing I know, I awake to bright sunlight flitting in through the curtains.

I blink and bolt upright in bed. Shit! That hurt. I stretch my limbs and neck, careful not to move too fast. The image of the figure in darkness comes back to me and my eyes nervously scan the room. No one's here, at least I think. Was it just a dream? It felt so real. I gingerly get out of bed and amble over to the balcony. The doors are shut, windows are closed too. Did I really just imagine all of that? I shake my head and decide to take a nice hot shower to hopefully help calm my nerves.

The shower helped ease the ache in my muscles and stinging backside, but it did little to quell the uneasiness. I pass Christian's room on my way to the kitchen. The door's still closed so that means he's still asleep. Well, maybe making breakfast will distract me. I thank God Ms. Jones has pre-cut veggies in the fridge and proceed to make omelets.

"Omelets?"

I nearly jump out of my skin. When the hell did he come in here? Christian eyes me curiously.

"What's got you so jumpy?"

"Nothing sir." I say, and plaster a fake smile on my face. I don't think he's going to believe me. "Here's your breakfast, Mr. Grey." I hand him his plate and bring mine over to the breakfast bar and slowly sit down on the bar stool, wincing slightly.

"Hannah!"

I startle. "What? Uh…uh…sir."

"I just asked you if you're sore. You're acting strange. What's gotten into you?" He says angrily. Fuck, last night really scrambled my wits. Should I tell him? What if it was just a dream? Then he'll just punish you tonight for making shit up my subconscious answers. Hmm…that's not too bad of a consequence.

"Answer me Hannah!" He bellows.

"Sorry, sir. I..I thought someone was in my room last night…" I trail off. His eyes widen.

"What do you mean you thought someone was in your room?"

"It was probably just a dream, but I felt a breeze and was pretty sure I didn't open any windows or the balcony doors and when I opened my eyes, I saw a figure…"

"You better not be fucking with me. You know what happens when you fuck with me." He growls.

"Yes, I know, sir. Like I said, it was probably just a dream. I checked this morning and everything was locked." I keep my head down.

"Male or female?"

"What?"

"The person in your room, do you know if it was a male or female?" He asks dryly.

"I-I'm not sure. I thought, maybe female?" I squeak.

"Look at me." He commands. I lift my head and his grey eyes are boring into mine, searching. "Taylor!" He yells suddenly and for the third time this morning I almost have a heart attack. "Check Hannah's room. She believes there may have been a possible female intruder last night." Taylor asks me a few questions and then marches off towards the bedrooms.

"Finish your breakfast, and then meet me in the playroom. You have 5 minutes."

"Yes sir." I reply.