A/N: I changed the story description. I think it reads better now :) Thanks to all for your wonderful support.

Chapter Four

Day Three

Taylor's POV

Even though I like my boss Christian Grey, sometimes I must respectfully disagree. As I sit with him in the sitting room of his hotel suite, I know he's making a big mistake telling me to take a couple of days off. He doesn't want anyone from his security team not even me. We're not used to working undercover and apparently, Prescott was a little too obvious when she was sitting by the pool. Grey spotted her trailing him and his new love interest and now says he doesn't want to take any chances.

"I strongly advise against this, Mr. Grey. We're in a foreign country, expect the unexpected, " I tell him. Grey gives me a look that tells me he's made up his mind. I don't understand why he's so determined to keep this woman Anastasia Steel from finding out that he's wealthy. "Well, at least, listen to what Welch has to say. There may be something in the woman's background. You never know. Better safe than sorry. " I add rather lamely it seems even to my own ears. It really sucks when the boss won't let me do my job. First, he decides on a whim to ignore protocol and stay at the Hyatt Zilara instead of the Manfredi and now this.

Besides, what am I going to do with myself in this foreign country while I'm supposedly on a break but somehow still on standby.

With a roll of the eyes, Grey dials Welch's number and puts the call on speakerphone so that I can listen in.

"Okay, Mr. Welch Tell me what you got."

"Anastasia Steele: born in 1992 to Carla and Ray Steele in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Only child. Ray Steele re-married and left the state when Anastasia was in grade school. Carla was an elementary school teacher, now retired. Anastasia Steel received an associate degree in paralegal studies and graduated with a 4.0 GPA at Eastern Michigan University. Regularly attends a non-denominational church, political affiliation unknown. Married Derek Robinson Becker, divorced the following year and kept her maiden name. Derek is currently living in Ohio. There are charges on file against him by the District Attorney for non-payment of child support. Currently lives with her mother and her best friend Kate Kavanagh in a twelve hundred square feet three bedroom apartment. Um…she works full time at Johnsons & Associates Law Firm. No romantic relationships found at this moment."

"Is that it?"

"She' squeaky clean, except for a few parking tickets...seven to be exact. Oh… and a domestic violence call a couple of years ago against the husband."

Christian nods, "huh huh."

"One more thing... Anastasia Steele has a two year old son; he's enrolled at My Little House Daycare Center."

I watch Grey's face register shock, and then slight hesitation, and then relief. He smiles, quite pleased with himself and gives me his best I-told-you-so look. Of course he knew the background check would produce nothing remarkable. So she has a child, he tells me. He's not particularly concerned about a little thing just under three feet tall. He's overly confident thinking he's chosen well. I shake my head. In all honesty, I've never seen him so wrapped up in a woman. It was as if cupid himself had hit him in the eyes with his shiny arrows that very moment he laid eyes on her, making him rush in when she nearly lost her footing, very much like the proverbial knight in shining armor.


Later

The beach was packed with sunbathers; families of tourists had set up camp with umbrellas and coolers; white sand stretching for miles, rolling waves hitting the shore broken and rough.

Ana made her way to the beach and looked out into the horizon, shading her eyes with her left hand while holding down her wide brimmed hat with her free hand. There for four or five young men under twenty- five and in white uniforms walking to and fro, providing butler service to about 20 cabanas along the beach.

"Ana!" She heard Christian calling from a cabana just a couple of feet away from where she stood.

"Christian," she approached him, smiling. He looked awesome: tousled hair, shirtless, and sporting a pair of Ray Bans. "Oh, wow, this is great," she surveyed inside the cabana which kept the sun out and privacy in. She noted two surfing boards upright in a corner and sat down on a lounger. Pulling out a towel out of her beach bag, she laid it out on the sand in front of her.

"What a gorgeous day," she said and he nodded in agreement. Her gaze shifted back to the surfing boards, "So you're into surfing? I should have known..." she couldn't resist shooting him a little wink, "a true Californian..."

"You got it," he winked back, opening the cooler next to his chair and offering her a soda. "Coke, Sprite?"

"Coke please, " she smiled . "So here you are...a Californian on the beach with a cooler."

"Yep, it doesn't get any better," he handed the beverage with a smirk, "Yesterday while you were at the Spa I went and got myself a cooler...hmm, yeah, by the way, do they have coolers up there in the North Pole?" He ventured, not wanting to pass up the opportunity with this joke, knowing that the novelty would soon wear off and she would tire of him making references to the biting cold weather of her home state of Michigan.

She smiled at that and took a sip, "believe it or not, we have summers too..."

"But no ocean in sight."

Ana's eyes adopted a far-away look, searching her memories. "The first time I saw the ocean I stood there at the water's edge for nearly an hour just watching the waves crash at my feet. I was in awe... it was me against infinity," she went on looking out into the ocean, "I was nearly thirteen. It was my first vacation ever; it took my dad three days to drive from Ann Arbor to Pensacola."

"I can only imagine," he replied thinking that taking such a trip by car was something he would never do, not even in his wildest dreams. Quickly shifting gears, he continued, "I take it you've never been surfing, have you?"

"I guess not…" she blushed a little under his intense gaze and looked away.

"I can teach you…"

Ana hesitated.

"I would love riding the waves with you," he added, his words laced with unmistakable innuendo. "I will push you to your limits and bring you safely back to earth, smiling and and wanting to ride again."

Her blush deepened. "Um…I'd love that," she replied with a hooded look, not quite meeting his eyes yet still wishing to return his banter. "But what about our stuff...we just leave it here?" She wondered thinking of her passport, money and driver's license.

Christian's expression grew more serious, "and you're biting your lip. Hey, I know it's delicious, I can attest to that, but will you stop biting it?"

"I'll try."

He nodded in response. "See that guy over there with the tray?" he said casting a glance at the concession stand servers. He waited for Ana to nod. "Actually the whole fleet of them over there they'll be watching our stuff, completely at our service for the rest of the day."

"You hired butler service?" Ana's eyes widened. She didn't even want to think about how much money that kind of service would cost.

"It's really not that expensive..." he murmured getting himself a Sprite from the cooler, not wanting to elaborate any further."We only live once. "Christian turned behind him and flicked his fingers and a young man in uniform, dashed toward their cabana faster than lightening, pen and notepad in hand.

"Yes, sir," the young man spoke rather nervously in heavily accented English, "at your service."

"Amigo," Christian stood up and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Ana this is my amigo..." Christian trailed off.

"Jose," the young man said smiling sheepishly. "I'm Jose."

"Jose...Yes," Christian smiled. "He's gonna take care of us today, don't worry about a thing. I met him yesterday but he's pretty reliable."

"Nice to meet you, Jose," Ana gave Jose a friendly smile. "I'm Anastasia."

"At your service," Jose reiterated before retiring with a courteous nod.

"Jose, thanks for watching our stuff. Oh, and thanks for the surfing boards," he said his gaze dropping to the surfing boards in a corner of the cabana.

Jose nodded. "Can I get you anything? His gaze shifted from Christian to Ana.

"Not right now, thanks," Ana smiled.

After that, Jose discretely sauntered back to his post at the concession stand.

Christian looked at her expectantly. "Are you ready?

"Before we go, I'd like to spend a few minutes just relaxing," Ana said nursing her drink and looking out into the ocean.

Christian nodded slightly before downing the rest of his Sprite.

"Nice watch," she said, cocking her head, a hint of a question in her tone. She'd noticed the watch before (it certainly looked like a Rolex) but now was she getting a better look at it, and was curious. Was he flashing around an expensive watch to impress her?

Christian gave her a half smile, "It was a gift...from a watchmaker, a friend of mine." He said making fleeting eye contact. Now this wasn't a complete lie, he was good friends with his watchmaker. As a matter of fact, watchmaking, repairing and assembling watches was one of his hobbies so he frequently met with his most trusted watchmaker and swapped watches. Sometimes the older man designed special watches for Christian, many of which he ended up giving away as gifts. This particular Submariner had been trade in deal between him and his watchmaker, very much like one would trade in a vehicle for another make and model. His collection of watches probably reached over 200 and he had selected the Submariner for this trip because it was his favorite.

Ana nodded, her own relationship with watches was sketchy at best since she had long since stopped wearing watches, believing them to be hopelessly out of style and besides, she already had a clock on her cell phone. As it followed, listening to Christian talk about watches and watchmakers was a novelty.

"We're gonna start to bake," she noted when the sun shifted, exposing her arms and legs to the heat.

She stood up and stretched, giving him a side view of her gorgeous body; small waist, perfect tits. Man, she really does look quite sexy in that bikini. "Ana, can I just say you have a fantastic ass?"

Ana smiled, taking the complement easily; life was too short for hang-ups and lapses of confidence, she decided. Her smile didn't light up her face suddenly; rather it hesitated for a moment about her lips, and then traveled to those great shining eyes of hers and there it lingered, beckoning him.

"C'mon, lover," she called, reaching for her bag and then waving a bottle of suntan lotion," rub some of this on my back, please."

He smiled his shy smile. It was a smile Ana was starting to recognize, a smile that reminds her of when they first kissed. Do you mind if I kiss you goodnight?

He was loving the fact that this sexy woman was inviting him to put his hands all over her. He straddled her lounge chair and poured some of the coconut scented liquid onto her sexy back in a circular motion making sure it absorbed well into her skin.

"Oh, lovely..." she sighed, "When you rub my back like that I feel like I'm in heaven..."

"I like this stuff," he whispered in her ear, "It makes you smell as sweet as you are."

Ana felt the warmth of his breath tingling her earlobes, it started a chain reaction of goose bumps against her body. "I love it, perfect," the pressure was just right, light feathered, absolutely divine as she leaned forward and his hands moved along her back, neck and arms. She was glad she' d tied up her hair into a tight bun as it allowed him free access to the nape of her neck. His hands came down her thighs, lingering for a minute or so over her tattoo before he needed to pour more lotion into his hands and she leaned into him in response. Her eyes were closed to the sun but she was smiling.

Noticing that her breathing pattern had changed, he went back to massage her upper back and played with the strings of her bikini top.

Ana forgot to breathe.

Making sure no one was watching, he allowed himself greater liberties; slowly but surely and encouraged by her non verbal responses, his fingers slid under her bikini top and fondled her breast against the fabric. She gasped and later moaned when he rolled her nub with just a touch. He tweaked it once more before letting go. Oh, yes, she would be good in bed, he realized with devilish satisfaction. As if she' d been reading his mind, she turned , catching the smirk on his face as his eyes darkened.

At once, she was blindsided by an answering desire sweeping through her veins like slick, warm honey. Feeling a little panicky, she pulled back before all rational thought went out the window; after all they were at a public beach in the middle of the day. "Let's get some of this on you, we wouldn't want you to get sunburned," she said pulling out of her bag a bottle of unscented sunscreen SPF 60. "Less of a girlie scent?"

Christian winked at her in approval before moving back to his own lounger and lying on his back. "Tell you what, I'll let you do ALL of me...front AND back, "he grinned with devilish charm, "you'll enjoy that!"

His grin was just too infectious. "Okay, here we go," she murmured sailing through his innuendo and sitting on the edge of his lounger, pouring some lotion on his chest and spreading it with her soft hand. She did feel a little self- conscious at first but she thoroughly enjoyed the thrill it gave her to run her hands over his muscular body.

Christian grunted contentedly, his eyes closed, as her hands explored his body. He was surprised to find that his body welcomed her touch. What's more, in lusty pleasure, he imagined the feel of her skin against the palms of his own hands while they made love. Before he knew it, his palm started twitching. Darn it. He took a deep breath, resisting the urge to take her in his arms, lower her onto the sand and pin her hands above her head, and smack her bottom, not to induce pain (he wasn't into that sort of thing) but for her own increased pleasure, to get the blood flowing to the apex between her thighs. Just imagining the rosiness of her skin and the lusty look in her eyes was enough to drive him insane with desire.

"Flip side," she murmured and he sat up giving her access to his back, knowing she 'd been expecting him to lie flat on his back. He closed his eyes again, grinning. The light sensual massage she started giving him was heavenly. No other woman had touched him like this before. Actually, he'd never let any woman give him more than a quick touch during sex for reasons he didn't understand.

After a long while, he turned his body facing hers. Their eyes locked and he wanted to claim her until she writhed in ecstasy and shouting his name to the four winds. Fuck! It was as if his nerve endings was on fire! No other woman had ever affected him like this; one touch from Anastasia and his mind was cleared of all thought.

Still looking deeply into each other's eyes, he put his hand behind her head and drew it toward his face. He then nuzzled up to the side of her exposed neck, not tasting, just teasing. She sighed.

"Ana," he murmured, right before kissing her slow and deep.

Right then, they got rudely interrupted by a group of young children running in the sand approaching them at high speed. As if waking from a trance, Ana scurried back to her own lounger.

She finished off her coke and then moved to check out the surfing boards.

He looked out into the water. "Waves look good…are you ready for your first surfing lesson?"

"Sure." She replied, surprised at her own bravado and her newly found sense of adventure.

"You're not taking off your watch?"

"It's a diving watch, Ana," he smirked.

A few minutes later

"I love surfing...it allows me to experience the power of nature through the energy and speed of the wave. It allows me to relax and forget everything but the present moment. All thoughts of the future and the past don't matter all that matter is the here and now."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but surfing requires water, does it not?" Ana asked standing tall next to him holding onto her surfboard while Christian set his board flat in the sand.

"Yes, but we should practice the movements in the sand first," he quipped and then spent the next five minutes demonstrating on the board how to paddle and stand up, giving instructions in his surfer jargon.

"This is the hardest part," he explained referring to standing on the board, "one you can do this, the rest is easy. Okay, now it's your turn to practice."

Slowly, Ana took her place on her board, lying down. She moved her arms mimicking movement in the water. Then, she slid her foot forward and stood up, arms out in the correct position.

She peered at Christian, "Did I do it right?"

"Perfect, let's just practice it a few more times and then we'll go in the water."

Ana continued to practice the maneuver for the next few minutes until Christian finally stated that she's now ready to practice surfing in the water.

Ana stood and peered out into the vastness of the ocean and felt the same sense of awe she' d felt on her first trip to the beach when she was young. Still, the prospect of actually getting out in the water and standing on a surf board seemed a bit more daunting than she had anticipated. Even though They were only one to two-foot waves ; they certainly seemed much larger, they beckoned her as if readying themselves for her.

"You're gonna do just fine," he said as though he had been reading her mind, gliding over to stand next to her, really close. "Do you trust me, Ana?"

Ana met his gaze and nodded. "Okay…" she giggled nervously. "Just promise me, Christian…don't laugh at me, okay?"

"I won't, " he promised. They exchanged a smile. "Okay, good. Remember," he went on while leading her into the water, leaving his board behind, and relieved to find it at the right temperature for cooling off. "You'll probably fall off a lot since this is your first time."

"Well, that's comforting," she said with a touch of sarcasm.

"Would you like to just paddle on the board with me for a while?" He asked sensing her fear, holding the surf board at arm's length.

"Yes!" Ana said feeling relieved, dragging herself rather awkwardly on the board. Nonetheless, she was able to balance herself enough to sit on the board and Christian quickly slid on behind her.

Just practice paddling," she heard him say, his breath tickling her ear. She realized from the heat radiating through his body that he was so close behind her that his chest almost pressed against her back. Her heart thundered in her chest.

"Okay," Ana murmured paddle-ling forward rather poorly.

Christian promptly stopped her. "Like this," he showed her how to move her hands. Then, he pressed his hand onto her lower back, gently encouraging her to press her pelvis onto the board.

Christian slid off the board and encouraged her to try to stand.

The first time she tried, she couldn't even slide her foot forward. After giving her a few pointers, Ana tried again and fell off the board backwards.

By the fifth or sixth time, Ana was actually able to stand. She peered at Christian, excited. And he held her gaze, smiling proudly. Wh-the WHOA! I'm a surfing Diva! Whoo-hoo! Next thing she knew, Ana's foot slipped throwing her off the board, making her tumble into the ocean. Fortunately, the water cushioned the fall.

She popped up, still conscious, no broken bones, spinal cord still one. A fucking miracle!

"Hey, you're actually getting the hang of this," Christian encouraged her. She had stood up too straight, a common mistake of beginners, he thought. "just remember this: first, keep your eyes on the board, second, keep your weight low and balanced and third, don't let go of the damn board until your feet are in position. Three things, can you remember three things?"

Of course ! Three things, how hard could that be? She sighed and got back on the board. "I'm not the worst surfing student ever, am I?"

"Of course not, Christian chuckled, " I swear! And even though I'm not an official surfing instructor, my vote still counts!"

More attempts and more wipe-outs followed. And then, suddenly by some conversion of wave, body and board, it happened. At Christian's command, Ana rose up with her feet in the right position, wobbling and arms flailing for balance, eyes on the shore ; suddenly Ana and the board became one, riding the surf as though she'd been doing it all her life. She made it to the shore and hopped off triumphantly.

For another hour and a half, they rode the waves, completely focused on the activity and one another. There were more spectacular wipe-outs for Ana and another amazing ride through the waves.

"I'm beat," she said.

"You did great," he replied and then gave her a demonstration of his surfing skills doing all kinds of tricks with the waves.

Ana watched him, enthralled. Never again would she ever underestimate how much effort and skill went into the sport.

"Now what?" She quipped after a while, part of her felt she could watch him surf forever and never get tired.

"We get some lunch," that's what," he suggested, "I hope you worked up an appetite."

"You bet, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!"

They shared a chuckle; her words were like sudden refreshing raindrops at the end of a hot summer day, and in the same way, they were both looking forward to sharing a meal and spending the rest of day together. Christian was left with the lasting impression that even though he'd known her for only three days, the world seemed so much brighter today by her side than ever before. No doubt, this was turning out to be the best vacation of his life.