Christian's POV
"Where? Is it moving? Let's go Taylor. That's just over an hour from here." Let her be ok, let her be ok, she left 5 hours ago, that is only an hour away from here and it is quite thick forest, why on earth would she be there other than an accident? Please let her be ok. Why am I so wrapped up in her?
The car just can't go fast enough although Taylor is driving like a demon, I think he realises that this is important but he won't risk either of our lives while this rain is pelting down in steady sheets.
Our visibility is reduced to next to nothing, less than a car length and there are so many idiots on the road when it rains. I trust Taylor's driving implicitly, it is just every other person on the road that I can't trust and mom has told me often enough of the road crash trauma victims that she sees – all those people that just weren't careful on the road. Please don't let Ana be one of those victims – again, what is this alien feeling grabbing my heart?
I should have made Ana wait until it had stopped raining. I should have insisted that she take the tour around the building, maybe then she would have wanted to intern with GEH and she wouldn't have been driving in this rain. A CLK is not as safe as an Audi, if she was mine I'd make sure she has an Audi. Hey, why would she be mine? No, she couldn't be a submissive, she is too innocent. Hopefully she is ok, then this is just a waste of time and I can return to Escala and ring Elena, I really need to organise another sub, it's too long since I have had one and I appear to be going crazy.
Taylor's POV
Who on earth is he chasing this time? Why are they in that forest area at this time of night? Do I want to know?
I have more than enough to think about at the moment, there have been some unusual attempts to breach security at both GEH and Escala lately and I haven't been able to pin down who it is and therefore why. The Boss manages to annoy a few people despite the fact that he looks after so many others that no-one really knows about but there are some crazies and I think it's someone that fits into that category that is testing our security - I am not used to security not being completely controlled and it is really bugging me.
And why this chase into the night, I had a night planned with Gail and I have had to tell her that is off again, she is an angel though and accepts everything that goes with this job. I couldn't be luckier if I tried, well in that aspect of my life anyway. To be fair, the Boss can be a jerk but he is an amazing fellow and from the one word answers I am getting, we are driving to find the girl that looked so out of place in the office this afternoon. Yes she fits his type with her brown hair, slight frame and blue eyes but she seemed so young and innocent, I wonder what is going on, then again, there hasn't been a woman around for the last couple of months so perhaps he feels this is the next one but it's not the way he normally operates. I don't think she fits the normal mindset though, she looked simply overwhelmed with the GEH building and staff, I can't imagine what she'd think of his lifestyle.
Maybe her car has broken down but I have a horrible feeling that this won't be the case, not with all the rain and the fact that we are moving into the heaviest forested area of the whole trip to Seattle. We are getting closer and closer as per the GPS so I start slowing down, looking for an indication of a car. Unfortunately, there's no broken down car on the side of the road which would be the easy option – there's never an easy option with the Boss!
Then I see it, the rain has been clearing as we have been driving and now I can see faint tyre marks heading off the road, in one of the densest forest areas between Seattle and Vancouver, the marks are only just showing and wouldn't be seen by someone who isn't looking.
I draw off the road, making sure to not touch the markings in case they are needed for an accident investigation, there's something strange about the tracks, it looks more like a collision, rather than just running off the road as I can see what looks like two sets of tyre marks.
Before I can say anything, Christian is out of the car, grabbing the strongest torch and following the tracks, crashing through the small gap in the bushes that has been left as obviously something has pushed through. As quickly as I can I follow him down and am shocked to my core. I am stunned, rooted to the spot I am standing in, frozen at what I see in front of me.
It's only when that sound, that god awful sound emanates from Christian, that am I able to move and only because my body moves with residual memory – someone has to take control of the situation and I know it has to be me.