Chp3 staffing battle royal

Wednesday Seattle: GEH.

a-pov

I sit down with the GEH security boss Welch. We cover several things including my past in detail. He need to know anything and everything that might be used against me, or by the press. My life is very plain, uneventful till now. I don't tell him I'm blackmailing Christian or about being at Elaina's death. He is bringing a Close Protection Officer to run Christian personal security. He will be here next week. Till then a rotation of CPO will drive and accompany us in public. I walk back to Christian office. Andrea has set up the conference room to interview housekeepers.

God, what moron sent these bimbo's to be housekeepers. I check those waiting. What does blond, double DD or bigger have to do with housekeeping. And working for your mother around the house doesn't count. I scan the resumes "What the frigging Hell" half have no experience other than stripper or professional escort. I throw out the rest after the third one. Calling the Job's company. There Network was hacked. The real candidates were sent to a sex club off of downtown. They all refused to come over. I am pissed. I call Barney, Christians computer go-to-guy. He'll look into the hacking and be alert for Grey's system.

I'm at my wits end, when Andrea buzz me that another Housekeeper candidate is here. I stomp out into the reception. I know her, seen her? I take the resume and quickly scan it, excellent work history, BA in Hospitality Management. Gail Jones. I know her from somewhere. The references show the connection. All ex-military or cabinet makers in southern Washington and Portland. She widowed, Husband was ex-military, and a woodworker at Planus Cabinets in Portland. After talking, we've met at one of Ray's VFW event in the south.

I hire her, get the paperwork going. She will fit in nicely at Escala. It's a mess. Elliot has a crew doing the spare bedrooms and library shelf's. Mr. Morris has measured the space for the china hutch, expect it by Monday. I love the design and storage. I dragged Christian to a high-end linen store in Capital Hill for the formal napkins and table runner and cloths.

The staff quarter are ready, but barren. The house is still being assembled. But she seems ready for the challenges ahead. I need the rest. We've been going hard every night working on the apartment. The tension is mounting the closer we get to sex.

The antique dining table is from a 1960 wilderness lodge on Alaska Prince of Wales Island. I spent an hour polishing the gem to a brilliant luster. Daddy found a set of twelve chairs to go with it. Christian spent the night polishing them. Watching him in tee-shirt and short drives my fantasy about him, us. I'm wet and rub in frustration.

Gail is working to get the kitchen and pantry in better order and her living quarters. I know the dinner tomorrow night is pushing everything, but Christian needs it to feel normal, more in control. Every night we spend time in bed, making out, we get closer and closer to third base. His mouth is sweet and talented. Like an addiction, I've falling under. The Addiction of Christian Grey, sadist and BDSM freak. We work and talk, about his life, sex, and his needs. I giggle when he relates the contract he uses for his submissive, his no eyes, no touch, no mores. Yet I touch him, look in his eyes, demand, require the more.

Every day at work we lunch, talk. Make out a little. Every evening we make and eat dinner. Christian is learning basic cooking skills, like cutting veg's and charring toast. The memories make me laugh. As I lay out the dinner service. A temporary set of dressers serve as side boards for the Coffee and tea service and warming serving dishes. The chicken and rice dishes with steamed white asparagus is ready, I smooth my dress as the three chimes of elevator on the way. Gail is readying the snacks and appetizers. Christian bounds out of the bedroom in casual shirt and slacks, freshly showered.

"DING! DING!" The elevator is arriving.

Out of the Elevator comes the grandparents, Parents and Mia. I greet Grace, Carrick, and Ray. Hugging Mia to hopefully smooth the rift between us. She seems happy, bubbly personality, I like her; if she could just calm her shopping addiction. Everyone is looking at the dishes. The beautiful designs and pictures of the City of Seattle place-settings.

The Grand's as Chris calls them are a lively couple semi-retired running an organic, heirloom apple farm in Dryden off highway-2. They've made the long trek thru the mountains to meet me. I warm to the out spoken pair, I never had grandparents. These two rascals make up for it. Grandma T is like a second skin to me and Chris as we mingle before dinner. She nearly faints when Christian hugs her. We've been working on that, his touch issues with others. Friends impossible right now, family he's getting there slowly but surely.

The conversation is cheerful and bright, as Elliot and a blonde with Triple M breast arrives. I doubt she can see her food on the plate. She doesn't seem to have any thoughts or interest beyond shopping and Band groupie. I laugh at the look on Christian face as he contemplates the Elliot Date protocols his parent have in place. I giggle as even Mia can't carry a conversation with the blonde dumbbell.

The Parents nearly choked when she tells everyone about her Tit enlargement, my god woman! why would you want balloons like that, it must kill your back and suck the blood from your brain. Elliot is grinning with pride and idiotic smirks at the thought of bedding the public health threat.

Over coffee, the dad's marvel at the Imperial coffee service, the heavy silver and design is an work of artwork. The copy of the turn of the century Russian Samovars. The thick coffee is held in a small kettle on top of the main hot water unit. Using the delicate decorated cups and saucer that came with the service. You pour a small amount of coffee into the cup on the saucer and add the hot water from the large base. Mix and sweeten to taste. Christian has master the service. He flourishes and demos the coffee service process like a magician on stage. Everyone is mesmerized by the playful vocal Christian.

The tea service is my domain. A British Reed & Barton silver tea service from the turn of the century. The center silver plated 1 gallon hot water pot is matched with four glass and silver tea pots each about two pint. The matching bowl for sugar, creamer, several Tea container and a ceramic lined silver bowl for lemon slices. The matching tea cups are glass and silver-plate with the City of Seattle iconic logo. The Ladies love the service, I have green, black, and herbal teas so we have choices and can mix and match thru the night.

Christian plays the piano for us. I sit next him, my head on his shoulder. Feeling the music and the man. I watch him open up and be the man I know he is. Afterwards we all dance and talk late into the night, after Elliot and the walking emergency Flotation slut leave for a club up near the University.

Finally, after midnight, they leave and we wander thru the house moving cups and saucer to the kitchen, we'll wash them tomorrow. Retiring to our bedroom we change for bed. I let him take me in his arms and we sleep a tired sleep. Tomorrow night is a charity event in New York, we fly out in the morning on a chartered Lear. I dream of happy dreams of future with him. My head is so screwy over his trial.

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New York: Governor Children's Charity ball.

c-pov

I try to pick myself off the floor. Everyone is staring at me as Anna kneed my balls with enough force to cause me to vomit. The bitch will pay for this public display. I drag myself up to my knees, looking for her, why is everything cartoonish. A hard, ex-military guy, morphing back and forth as a bear, kneels in my face. "Mr. Grey. I'm your CPO Taylor" I look at him as a snake strikes from him connects with my jaw and the lightsss go out.

I wake to the harsh light, and freezing cold groin. I find an ice pack on my balls. I try to rise, but the dizziness, spins the room. My mind is confused, jagged snap shot of last night, Anna smiling, Anna anger, Anna punching me. Her tit hanging out. What the hell happened. I hear the door open. I look stunned as the last person I expected walks thru the door.

"Mom?" I'm really confused now.

"Christian lay back dear, how are you feeling." She checks my head. I hear the door open and Anna walks in with a tray of juice, a something steaming. "what is going on?"

"Christian you were drugged at the ball Saturday night, a cocktail of LSD and several psychotropic drugs. You got out of control. Assaulted Anna. She defended herself. Your new CPO Taylor had you taken to a hospital where they discovered the drugs. Anna was very upset about everything, particularly that she hurt you."

"How did you get here so fast?"

Anna looking concerned says "Chris, its Friday. You've been in and out for days. As the drugs worked out of your body." She props up my head and feeds me a thick broth. Mom leaves.

"I'm sorry!" I beg. She kisses my head. "Christian you were drugged, out of control, I didn't realize till I was back at the hotel. I rushed to the hospital. You were so enraged. I made sure everyone signed NDA and Taylor upped security. Four other people at the table were also drugged. Poor elderly Mr. Sullivan had a heart attack and nearly died. The FBI thinks eco-terrorist did it. So, I forgive you if you forgive me." she sweetly says. I nod

"the ice?"

"Sorry, their no permanent damage, but you were swollen for several days. The ice is keeping the bruise down. Besides one of the drugs was a little blue pill." She giggles. She puts the tray on a table and crawls into my arms, everything is right and good in the world.

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NY ball room Taylor-pov

Welch has me shadowing Grey to see how it might be. I arrived at the event, mingle with security. Grey and the girl are all lovey dovey till dessert. He starts screaming and throws a chair at the stage. He and another guy punch at each other.

The girl grabs him, trying to drag him away. He slugs her to the ground screams incoherently at her, everyone. I move to stop him. I see several others at the table freaking out. A Blonde late forties is scream about spiders. Miss Steele bounce up and knees him hard in the jewel.

He rips her dress exposing a breast, smacking her down again, laughing, crying. She staggers up and really levels him in the balls. He crumbles to the floor, vomiting, choking. Screaming incoherently trying to get up. I notice he must be a sick bastard, two hard shots to the family jewels and he has a hard-on.

He gets to a kneeling position, vomiting, pissed himself, lost and angry he starts swinging at ghosts. I notice several others are really freaking out. An elderly red haired lady is scream for a doctor as she rips her dates shirt open. She screams he's having a heart-attack.

I kneel down looking at eyes glassed over, drugs? Nothing in his file indicated drugs, if anything seriously anti-drug. He wants to fight. "Mr. Grey. I'm your CPO Taylor" I punch his light out, haul him over my shoulder, carry him out. Timmons the event security has a driver take us to the hospital. Within minutes the doctors confirm, Grey has been drugged. I watch as several more are brought in. The first lab work shows LSD, and several psych druggies with Viagra.

"Mr. Taylor, no one takes this mix for recreation, I've got five more people from the same table all drugged with the same thing. The old guys date say he had the salmon, by Mr. Greys shirt I say he did too. The lab work in couple of hours should tell us dosage and possible intend. Oh, what hell now?" he screams. FBI, police and I turn to the entrance of the Emergency room.

A very tall, heavy set cop is backing up from Miss Steele, she has a sweat shirt over her dress and that look of you will be hurt getting in my way. "Where is Mr. Grey? I heard you the first time. Where is Grey? Shut up and get out of my way! I'm his fiancé, I'm in charge till his parents arrive. I say what going on with him." She marches up to us. She looks pissed. The briefing didn't say anything about her being his fiancé.

"Miss Steele. Jason Taylor. Mr. Grey's CPO. How can I help you?" I watched her level the boss. She turns to me "I thought you started Monday? Never mind. Here are the NDA get the staff to sign them, move Christian to a private room, he may babble about sensitive business issues. Doctor, hold (she produces a cell phone, dials a number) Hello Grace. Yes, the doctor is present. Doctor This is Christian's Mother, Dr. Grace Trevelyan Grey of Seattle General. Please explain Christians condition. Taylor you've heard this? get the NDA done. The local head of GEH and his PR team is due any minute. Doctors?"

I walk away as the doctor explains Greys condition over the phone. I get the nurse and staff to sign the NDA documents, the hospital security and legal is here assisting the hospital staff dealing with everyone else's staff. Everyone at the table was a multi-millionaire or billionaire. So, everyone staff is flowing in. I get Grey moved to a private room, he' mumbling about beating Steele with a cane, belt, whip till she bleeds. It's some sick shit. If they're into that, this is going to be a very short job.

I get the security straight with the other victims' staff, a very smart waiter recovers one of the salmon dinners. The Waitress who served is missing. The levels on the plates are lethal. I wonder where Steele has gone. I walk into the observation room to find her curled up in bed with him. He seems calm. Whispering words of love and caring. So, different from thirty minutes ago.

The family arrives before dawn. The Dr. is in full Mamma Bear mode with a unhealthy amount of medical knowledge. The father, the lawyer, is hounding the FBI and police and an assistant DA. The siblings are hushed and scared. They look in the room and brighten. The girl goes in and sits next to the pair in bed.

The parents walk over peek inside. Hug and kiss, I've never seen people so happy in an emergency room. I hear them low and happy "It's true Cary. There in love despite what the video showed. She is perfect for him." The Dr. squeaks

"Grace, she won't' put up with his shit. Doesn't care about his money. I know wedding bells are in the future. We have to help him thru his first relationship. He's bound to make mistakes." The lawyer says kissing her.

The eldest son, looks at them and hugs them "I promise to look after him. Help him not make my mistakes. I can't believe someone drugged him and the others for kicks, it got to be an attempt on their lives."

I've already come to that conclusion. Timmons, the local security for the Governor, is raging thru the city looking for answers. I update Welch, I quietly ask about Grey sex live. He's into BDSM shit, fuck. But he's not in it with Miss Steele. This is his first regular relationship, I review in my head his file. Brilliant, strong willed, Money making machine, loner, touch issues. Touch issues? Miss Steele is touching him, chest, back, all over. I watch them dance about the floor before the dinner. The very picture of young love.

She didn't hesitate to nail his balls, twice. Major Steele daughter has guts and spunk. I remember the Major from Ranger training. She was on fire, defending herself. Yet she was hell on wheels rolling into the ER to defend and save him. Had the NDA's ready and demanded Grey be move to a private room, to limit anyone hearing his SM tirade. She was very professional, competent and obviously cares for Grey.

The local GEH HQ. has sent me backup. I check them out, Grey hires a lot of ex-military, good ex-military. I catch some Z's in the car. The Alarm goes off, I call the bitch, my ex. Sophia is 2yr old tomorrow. I'll miss the party again. But it's a paycheck for my family, frigging cold hearted bitch. My daughter, it's a paycheck for my daughter.

After three days, Grey released to the Hotel. Miss Steele is an angel taking care of him round the clock. He's in and out till Thursday night. Everyone marvels at her take charge attitude and common sense. The Major wants to fly out, she refuses. Asking her father to cover Seattle with Welch. Grey had the largest dose of drugs; so, he was the target.

Friday around 1am he wakes and stays awake. Anna feeds him the thick stew broth she had made. They sleep till dawn. We fly out to Seattle this morning.

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High above the America west bound in a private plane.

I watch the two love birds sleep in each other arms. I've seen nothing that indicates BDSM relationship, if anything the opposite. He worked a couple of hours at the start of the flight while she reads, then just pulled Anna across his lap and naps together. The parents are shocked at the casualness of the act. It's like they've done this a thousand times.

Landing, Welch has a small army to handle the press and Grey. We all arrive at his penthouse in Escala, my new home. Whoa who are you goddess. Anna introduces me to Mrs. Jones, the housekeeper. Brick house, mama jammer. I'm in overdrive lust. I scout the penthouse as Grey get settle and the family leaves. I'm surprised their no dungeon or sex gear. I will have to talk to delectable Mrs. Jones, about the love birds and security in the new era of Me, Jason Taylor.

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I've already ordered serious changes to the setup. Including motion sensors and cameras in the emergency stairs and the ventilation shafts. I have a crew in tomorrow to sweep the penthouse for bugs. I sit at the table in the staff section, I like the decor and colors, an really like Mrs. Gail Jones's hot ass and very perky breasts.

Sipping my coffee, I contemplate the information I have on the her. Ex-military wife, BA, widowed, and very competent, experienced and unafraid of me. I watch her putter around the staff kitchen.

"Mrs. Jones. Have a seat, please." She sits and looks into my eyes, a beautiful hazel color. She is disarming me with female wiles. I'm just divorced, it's never going to work.

"Tell me about Grey and Steele sex life?"

"I don't know anything, nor would I tell you if I did. But as far as I know they don't have a sex life." She looks me straight in the eye. Telling the truth.

"They sleep together. You've never heard or seen anything when they fuck."

Hot tea drips down my face. She comes over the table at me. A wildcat, I end up on the floor with her above me. holding her arms from scratching my eyes out, a look of outrage and determination. She is really pissed off. I think I can shift her, gain the upper hand when I hear the worst sound in the world.

"Taylor, you insult me again. I will fire you after punting your balls off the patio. AM I CLEAR MISTER!" Anna says. I look pass Gail into calm, mean eyes of anger and pain. Gail stops fighting, a gets off me.

"What do you want to know Jason?" Anna ask, cold and aloof, as Gail hugs her. I crawl to my feet.

"I need to know if you and Grey are into his sex choice?" for some reason I blush. She blushes, Gail blushes.

"No, we are not, because one It's not my cup of tea and two we haven't gotten to sex yet. So, if you're worried about what he was mumbling in the hospital, don't. A never again ask Gail about my sex life or lack of one. Ask me." she stands tall barley to my shoulders, yet I feel intimidate.

"All right. You both need to trust me, to do my job. Which is to keep you all safe and secure. I can't do that if I think he is hurting you against your will. I apologize for my words, I will all ways bring questions to appropriate person." She nods and leaves. I start to pick up my coffee cup.

I hold my balls curled on the floor. Gail is mopping up the spilled coffee and tea. As soon as Anna left, she kneed me in the jewels. She drops a packet of frozen peas on me. I cup them to my balls. She starts to make dinner. I crawl to my room.

Later I tenderly sit and eat. She giving me the cold treatment. "Gail, I said I was sorry. Can we move on?"

"Jason, I've known Anna for several years casually thru the VFW events, I know her father. You apologized to her, not me. You need to learn this is my house, my rules. Outside that door is Anna house and her rules. I know they have not progressed to intercourse yet, but it's a matter of time. An I was briefed by Welch on Grey's previous lifestyle. Make no mistake, he hurts Anna. His mother will remove what's left of the permanently destroyed family jewel I will cause."

"I apologize. I mean it. but he was spouting some sick shit while drugged."

"I accept your apology. Now Grey is recently involved with Anna. He is getting use to her and she him. The drugs induced word, where merely inner fears and conflicts he has to resolve. I'm sure if you ask him directly, he has no memory or no desire to carry them out. I watched them before they left. They are two young wounded people reclaiming their innocence and embarking on a wondrous journey, together into a bright future." Gail reason and makes me believe. They are moving in a health direction.

Later that night.

I have an ice pack on my sore balls. My door opens and into the soft light enters Gail, in a very grannie smith night dress. She sits on the side of the bed. Smiling she reach under the sheet, grasping my dick, stroking, rubbing, making me squirm in pleasurable delights. Bring me to a peak, I want to taste her. She smirks and leaves. "You should be worried Jason about my kinky side, not Grey's" I laugh at my predicament, caught between a kinky goddess and BDSM Dominate Boss. This is either going to be fantastic or a short-lived nightmare. But no matter which way the wind blows it's never going to be boring.