I do not own the characters as they belong to E.L. James. I am thankful to all who have begun to read this story and I hope that you will stick with me until the end. Thanks again to Christine Wood for looking over this chapter for me

Winds of Change

APOV

"Jeremy could you get me something else to drink?"

"Sure Ana I'll be right back." While Kate and I are on the dance floor I had asked my good friend to get me something to drink. Once he is back I take the drink and we dance for a little while longer and I start to feel really dizzy.

"Ana do you want to go home? I feel a hand massage my breast, and can just make out someone say, "It's gonna be so nice to feel you around me." I wake up in a sweat. What the hell was that and why am I dreaming about Jeremy. I haven't seen or heard from him, not since the night I got my full time position at SIP.

I take a shower since I can't get back to sleep. I dress in my running gear and head outside. It's a warm May morning, and I put my IPod on and listen to the Backstreet Boys Pandora station I created. While running I try to make since of my dream. I am hit with different parts of someone speaking to me, but it sounds echoic, almost like I'm under water. The male voice says, "I have to taste you." I shake my head to rid myself of the sound and continue running. Then I'm hit with another one. "Damn Ana your skin is perfect." I feel my heart begin to race and I have to sit down. I sit on the bench, and I hear my inner voice say "Ana something is wrong." All I can do is shake my head and answer her saying "yea I know, but what it is?"

I start running again with the music blasting and I start to go over what I need to do. I have already made my doctor's appointment about feeling sluggish. I need to call my mother to see how she is doing. I also need to talk to Kate about the dream I had.

As I am running I start to feel this static build up, and I look up and see a man dressed in a pair of gray sweat pant and a gray tee shirt, he's just standing there looking at me. I don't find that strange, as people watch others everyday, but as long as he doesn't try anything I'm ok. Then, just as I am about to continue my run, our eyes meet each other and he has the eye color of a storm cloud. He looks like he is trying to work something out.

I find him gorgeous. He stands six foot three, with broad chest and muscles that seem to pop out from under the gray sweat stained tee shirt, oh gosh, his eyes are invading my space, and I feel his stare zapping at my skin, oh god what was this strange feeling? I shake my head, turn towards home and remember to have a talk with Kate, about the dream, and the different parts of a conversation I keep hearing.

COPV

After yet another sleepless, I try to fathom why this night has been has been particularly frustrating, nothing comes to mind, other than I have been fending off Elena since Monday, and it's now Wednesday. She is claiming that she is trying to help out but can't get it through her head, she is only making my stress level worst.

I get the sudden feeling a run would help clear my head, so I call Taylor and tell him to get ready. He meets me in the great room dressed in running gear. I have my IPod set to my playlist for running. Taylor and I hit the pavement and he lets me go ahead to set the pace. Taylor can tell that I am working thru something bad, but as usual, he gives me the space, and time to work it out, I usually do.

I have a sudden vivid memory of my mom and dad and their close bond, and I then analyze it in my over active brain. The way my dad speaks to mom, and the blush that creeps up on her cheeks, when he does. I think about how mom is so loving towards me and wonder what is stopping me from accepting it as it is so graciously given, and not reciprocated as it should be, perhaps I feel underserving of her love, and I cannot give her the correct affection she deserves because of this.

I then remember the pimp saying, "You're nothing and you will never be nothing." And all before he hits me over and over again. I can smell the scent of whisky coming from his body, I shiver. Then the sudden smell of strawberries hit me and I am pulled out of that recurring bad memory.

It's then I notice, a girl, a simple yet beautiful brown haired beauty, she is taking a break from her run and I continue to stare. She's about five foot five and has legs that seem to go on for miles. Her breast are so perky too, I'm not sure what size they are, but they look great. Our eyes meet and I then notice she has the clearest blue I have ever seen. She seems to be troubled by something and I wonder what is wrong with her.

Grey why do you care is the question that comes to mind. Then I come up with another question as she passes me and I feel the sudden prickling sensation on my skin. Since I have stopped moving altogether Taylor asked if I'm ok. I let him know that I am good but that I do have a question to ask him.

"Taylor have you ever felt your skin tingle unexpectedly, you know when passing someone, or even when you're near Mrs. Taylor?" He looks puzzled at my question, but he answers just the same.

"Boss I have never had it happen to me" we turn and head back home, and I'm left wondering what just happened.