Christian's POV:
"What do you have up your sleeve Christian?" Ana watched me.
I shrugged my shoulders, "Nothing. Her request is reasonable. I have to go check on some stocks. I'll be less than an hour."
I sat at my desk chair and rung for Taylor. Not even a minute later he walked into my office.
"Sir?"
"I need applications for the top seven security people you know of. They have to be young, I'm thinking of eighteenish? Nineteen? And they need to be, uhm, good looking," I ordered.
Taylor gave me a knowing look, "Sir, are you sure about this?"
"Wouldn't you do the same for Sophie?" I shot back.
He seemed hesitant, "Probably not sir. Sophie would realize it was a set up."
"Do whatever you have to do to make sure that doesn't happen."
"Yes sir."
A few days later, Taylor brought the best seven security personnel into a conference room at GEH. After an extensive background check, a series of tests, and recommendations, these were the last few who made it.
I looked at each one of them carefully. They came in all different colors, builds, heights, and muscle tone. Instantly, I could cross out two and five; they had too much muscle. These boys had to pass for a high school senior, not college senior. Number six and one looked too intimidating for my sweet little Phoebe. Four had a goatee, and three had a ring on his wedding finger. Seven was perfect.
Number seven's name was Blaine O'Reilly. He was freshly nineteen, tall, dark, and handsome I guess. He came highly recommended from Welch and Taylor. His father, grandfather, and great-grandfather all served in the army; he had an impeccable IQ, top of his class, and was the only one who got the concept that they were supposed to come in undercover.
Blaine wore the dark wash jeans that were popular amongst kids nowadays and a solid yellow deep-V. I could already see Phoebe falling for him.
"Number seven, please come to my office. The rest of you can go. Thank you for your time," I said before walking out.
Taylor escorted the rest out the building while Blaine followed me. I knew I chose the right guy when I saw Andrea check him out. Then again, she checks me out every day.
"Andrea, hold my calls please. If Mrs. Grey calls, tell her I'm in an important meeting and I'll call her back after."
"Yes Mr. Grey," her eyes were still on Blaine.
Blaine sat across from me in my office, patiently waiting for duty. I sized him up closer; he didn't seem like a threat.
"So, tell me about yourself," I tell him.
"I just finished a tour in Iraq. My father, grandfather, and great-father were in the service. I'm tra-," he began.
"I already know that stuff. What're your hobbies? Interests?"
"Uhm," he frowned and looked around, "With all due respect sir, what does that have to do with my job? I thought bosses weren't allowed to ask these types of questions."
Laughing, I leaned back in my chair, "Do you even know what the assignment is?"
"Not really, I heard the job paid well and there would be employee benefits."
"You'll be paid very well and there are great employee benefits," I stared at him, "My daughter, Phoebe, likes to undermine me. Anything she can do to get under my skin, she will. Recently, she's been interested in dating. But I don't trust her judge of character. Knowing her, she would find an ex-convict just to piss me off. This is where you come in. I want you to befriend her, woo her, nothing too serious though."
It was Blaine's turn to stare at me, "Sir, if you don't mind me saying, this is crazy. There are all types of ways that this could go awry."
"That's why you'll do your best to make sure that won't happen. I'm not saying you have to marry her or anything, just keep her away from the sick predators that roam the streets."
He still looked hesitant. I stood up from my chair, Blaine followed me.
"I'll give you time to think about it. Think fast, there're other people who wanted this job just as much as you," I tell him.
We were in the waiting room of the floor when Phoebe walked out of the elevator. I looked at my watch; she was supposed to be in school.
"Phoebe, what're you doing here?" I ask her.
Of all days, she decided today to come and visit me?
"Mom told Jenkins to drop me off here to make sure you were okay. She said you weren't answering your phone," she looked over at Blaine.
I looked to see if there was a spark of interest in her eye, if there was one, she didn't show it.
"Oh, I was in a meeting. This is my new intern, Blaine," I clapped Blaine on his shoulder, "He's going to be going to your school starting tomorrow. He'll be joining us tonight for dinner."
"Oh," she looked at him again, "Well, see you later."
As she walked away, I turned to face Blaine. He was still staring after Phoebe, he began to look flustered.
"Like what you see?" I ask him.
Blaine turned to look at me, "W-what?"
"That's my daughter, the girl you will be looking after. I'm glad that you have somewhat of an attraction to her already. But remember, you are on the job. I was a teenage boy too and I remember what hormones are like but keep it in your pants son," I said.
"Yes sir."
"I'll have Andrea email you your new schedule and the address to my house. Casual clothes for dinner tonight. Be prepared to sweep her off of her feet, I do not want her to suspect anything. Got it?" I give him my iciest stare.
"Yes sir."
"Good," I smile.
Ana was reading a manuscript on the bed. She looked so beautiful and at ease in a simple, black pencil skirt and purple V-neck short sleeved shirt. What did I deserve to have such a beautiful wife and family?
"Welcome home Mr. Grey," she smiled when I walked into the room.
"Mrs. Grey," I kissed her on the lips, "Thank you for sending our daughter to spy on me this afternoon."
"You'd do the same thing to me if I didn't answer my phone either," she challenged me.
"Point well made," I tell her while slipping off my tie.
Her eyes travelled greedily all over my body.
"I can help you sir," she stood up and grabbed a hold of my tie.
"I like the sound of that," I growl before lowering her onto the bed.
Ana, Blaine, and I lounge in the family room waiting for Phoebe. Although I said to dress casually, Blaine is wearing dark khaki pants and a white button up shirt; I approve. Ana was asking him about his family when Phoebe walked in. She frowned at Blaine before sitting down next to me.
"So nice of you to join us," I said.
"I was on the phone," her voice was cool.
"Do you speak any other languages Blaine?" Ana continued questioning him.
"My family is from Brazil so I am fluent in Portuguese. But I also know French, Spanish, and some Italian."
"Impressive, isn't it Feebs?" I nudge her.
"Sure," she rolled her eyes.
"I was hoping that tomorrow you can let Blaine follow you, just until he figures out the scheme of things," I tell Phoebe.
"I have plans after school," she looks at me.
I raise my eyebrows, "With whom?"
"Just Darcy, Brianne, and Cheyenne."
Ana let out an exasperated sigh, "Well, let him follow you throughout the day and you can go out afterward."
"Maybe Blaine could come," I look at him.
He was sitting awkwardly. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes; did he have any pickup game?
"It's kind of a girl's day," Phoebe muttered.
"Well, don't stay out too late. You do have school the next day."
Phoebe smiled at her mother. Gail walked in to announce that dinner was ready. I let Ana and Phoebe walk ahead before grabbing Blaine's arm.
"If you can't handle this, tell me. You have yet to say anything to her. I'm not paying you to sit there!" I whispered.
Blaine nodded; I released his arm and followed everyone into the dining room.