Christian sat alone in his study and poured a half glass of scotch. He swirled it around and stared down into the amber liquid as he considered the information Taylor had just given him.

He picked up his cell and called Welch. Welch answered immediately and Christian explained he wanted all of Hyde's electronics to be checked for any reference to Anastasia 'Ana' Steele. After speaking with Welch he checked with Gail about dinner. She advised him that Ana could eat a normal meal if she felt up to it. Christian told Gail he would check with Ana and get back to her.

The bedroom door was ajar and Sawyer was seated beside her bed, staring at her breasts. WTF? "Sawyer!" He called harshly, in a low voice.

Sawyer looked up and stood immediately. Christian jerked his head for Sawyer to meet with him out in the hallway.

"Sir?" Sawyer asked respectfully.

"Why are you sitting next to her bed, staring at her like that?"

"I was monitoring her breathing, sir."

"She doesn't need that anymore. You're dismissed. Report to Taylor."

"Sir, my orders from Taylor..."

"Hold it right there. Don't say another fucking word." Christian picked up the phone and when Taylor answered he simply said "My study. Now."

Christian glared angrily at Sawyer and bit out, "You're dismissed."

Christian glanced down at Ana's face. He felt his anger immediately drop several notches. Then he turned to meet Taylor in his study.

Taylor stood and watched as Grey sat, his movements stiff with anger. Taylor stood, waiting respectfully, knowing he was about to get chewed out and not knowing why.

"Taylor. You need to educate your staff. Sawyer seems to think your orders overrule mine. He has been slow to react lately. I don't like the way he looks at Anastasia. Twice I've seen him look at me as if I were a threat to her safety. This is fucking bullshit. I don't want him looking at her, staring at her breasts and the next time he questions my orders, I will terminate him."

"I am sorry, sir. I will take care of it, you can be sure it won't happen again."

"It better not! If you can't control him, get someone else."

"I am certain I can get Sawyer to change his attitude. I apologize if he has been less than respectful."

"I don't want him in her room anymore."

"Of course, sir."

"I don't trust him Taylor. He was looking at her inappropriately. If I ever find him leering at her like that again, he'll fucking wish I had fired him. I will beat the fucking shit out of him. Are we clear Taylor?"

"Yes, sir."

Christian waved to the door in dismissal and Taylor left. A very angry Taylor left.

He stormed into the security office to see a uncertain Sawyer standing by the window.

In short, staccato movements, Taylor removed his customer made suit jacket and removed his shoulder holster and gun and locked them in the gun safe. Apparently, Sawyer wasn't quite as stupid as he acted because he removed his jacket and handed Taylor his gun as well.

"Follow me." Taylor ordered curtly. Soon Sawyer found himself on the roof. He knew what was coming, even if he didn't understand why. So when Taylors big, meaty fist crashed into his face, he wasn't exactly surprised. Sawyer knew he had somehow crossed an invisible line and he would have to stand there and take whatever Taylor dished out. He touched his cheek where the blow struck only to have it flung away when Taylor punched him again, this time knocking him down to the ground. Fuck, he hit hard!

"Get up! What the fuck did I tell you about that girl? She's off limits! You're not her friend, you're her fucking body guard, and you won't be that if you can't get your shit together."

For the next ten minutes, Taylor proceeded to give Sawyer a lesson in respect. He paused then looked Sawyer over from head to toe. The cut lip and bruises were no big deal, but the firery resentment in his eyes was a major problem. Taylor stood his ground, staring hard into Sawyers eyes and made his decision.

"You're off Ana. Take the rest of the day off."

Sawyer's eyes widened with disbelief and rage. He began to batter his boss with his fists until suddenly he found himself on the deck with Taylor's big shoe pressed hard against his windpipe, effectively choking him. "Now you can take the rest of today and all of tomorrow off without pay for insubordination, while I try and decide whether or not I can still use you anywhere." He squished his heel hard into Sawyers neck, making certain he left a bruise and then turned and left with Sawyer still on the ground.

"T!" Sawyer called out. Taylor paused without turning around.

"T, I'm sorry."

Taylor spun around and walked back slowly toward Sawyer who was just starting to sit up. He got down on his haunches and looked the younger man in the eye, "Talk to me Luke. What the fuck is going on with you? I've got the Malaysia trip next week and now Ana is coming. How the fuck am I going to protect her if you're not there? What is this shit with Grey?"

Luke hung his head and muttered, "She deserves better than Grey."

"What's so wrong with Grey?"

"You know. That kinky shit."

"Luke, you are such a dumb shit. That's all in the past. He hasn't even been with a woman since he gave it up. I saw the two of them when they first met. I swear he didnt know what hit him. She is almost as bad. They are so in love, it isn't funny."

"Come on, Taylor. The fucker doesn't even know how to smile."

"Watch him with her; all he does is smile and flirt. I have even heard him laugh with her. I am telling you, she has him wrapped around her little finger. You think he spoils Mia? You know how he can't seem to tell her no? Well, he's worse with Ana. That young lady is calling all the shots. She is no submissive."

Then Taylor stood and reached out his hand to help Sawyer up. "Come on. You can help me find three more Paul Bunyan's to protect Ana in Port Klang."

"Port Klang? You were serious? She is actually coming?"

"Yes and it's not up for discussion. She's coming and you have to keep her safe."

"Oh fuck."

"And Sawyer, I am warning you, don't let him catch you two laughing and holding hands. He won't understand and he won't blame her. You'll end up feeding the fish in the South China sea."

"Roger that." A glum Sawyer replied.

Christian's phone call with Ros was one of the bright spots of his day, the other being Ana. He was confident after talking to her that he would be able to seal the deal quickly. He needed to check in with Taylor again.

Grey smirked when he saw the bruise on Taylor's face as he entered his study. He merely asked, "Is Sawyer still employed by us?"

"Yes sir, but there will be no more problems with Sawyer."

"There better not be, I am holding you responsible."

"Understood, sir."

"How are the security arrangements coming along?"

"Security wise, this is going to be the most expensive trip you have ever taken."

Grey shrugged.

"I have four Punjabs, ex military, all 6'5 or better for Ana as well as a team of four retired Royal Marines for you, as well as myself, Ryan and Reynolds. Welch will cover security for Escala. I still need four more drivers, and another five or six good men. I'd like a lady for Ana, but its unlikely I'll find someone on such short notice."

"You have three fucking days, Taylor. Find a fucking woman. Make it a priority, understand? I don't want Sawyer escorting her to the ladies room alone.

"Yes, sir.

" What about The Fixer?"

"He's been spotted in Kuala Lampur."

"Great."

"Sir, he was spotted speaking with a very influential Imam."

"What does that mean?"

"We don't know. It could be nothing, or it could significant. We have no way of knowing, sir."

"Best guess?"

"Our best guess and hope is that he is trying to defuse the situation."

"Alright. I have had enough of this shit. I am going in with Ana."

"Yes, sir."

"Tell Mrs Jones dinner at 6:00."

"Yes sir."

Grey stood and Taylor turned to leave when he heard his boss say, "And Taylor, I wasn't kidding about Sawyer. If he ever looks at me like I am a threat, he is gone. Clear?"

"Clear, sir."

Christian entered his bedroom quietly, being careful not to awake Ana. He stood for several minutes just watching her sleep. Her long wavy hair fanned out across her body. It pleased him to see her at rest. The only thing wrong was the bandage. The way her head was tilted, the bandage was visible, reminding him of the wound and how she received it. He walked to the terrace doors and checked them, even though he knew there sensor alarms as well locks that bolted into the floor. Then he walked over to the bed, slipped under the covers and laid down beside Ana. In moments he was asleep. He awoke to Ana sitting up stretching.

"How are you feeling, Ana?"

"A whole lot better. I'm hungry and I need to pee, so excuse me," and with that she stood and made her way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Christian watched her cute little ass sashay across the room and felt a private joy at seeing her in his boxers and tee shirt. He tried to imagine what she would look like in blue silk and ended up with a hard on. The last three years had been difficult but not impossible.

The whores and sluts he met in everyday life held no appeal, never did, never would. Occasionally, he came into contact with a decent, attractive woman that woke up all his hormones. Then, he would think about Leila and remember the sight of her body. He had been caning her as punishment for her changing the music on his iPod and his ring tones. Leila loved to be punished. The harsher, the better. Something happened that night, though. He was thinking about his crack whore mother and he zoned out. He didn't know for how long. When realized what had happened, it was too late. He had beaten Leila bloody. He had stopped in horror, shocked and filled with self loathing as he heard her beg for more and not to stop. All he could think of is she would bhave let him beat her to death.

Thank God for Taylor. He never said a word, just took care of things. He called a doctor

that was well known in the BDSM community. He met him at a clinic at 3:30 in the morning. He left Sawyer there to take her home after she was treated and informed her contract had been canceled.

Three long years that he had been working with Flynn to make sure he never lost control like that again. Often Flynn would suggest he try a more normal relationship, but Christian thought that was impossible. He felt so tainted with evil, it was impossible to imagine anyone but the cheapest whore wanting to spend time with him. Until Ana. How someone so innocent and beautiful could even want to be in the same room as him was incomprehensible.

The bathroom door opened and she walked out. She smiled shyly and said,"Hi!"

"Hi yourself." He ached to hold her, to feel her against his skin. He wanted to taste her, everywhere. He wanted to touch her and see the reaction in her face and in her eyes, but most of all, he wanted to be inside her. Of course, those were dreams. She was no way near ready for anything like that. Slow. They needed to move slow. Very slow. He swallowed with difficulty as he looked at her nipples hardening under his tee shirt. He jumped out of bed quickly and said, "Dinner is almost ready. Get dressed and I will wait for you in the great room,okay?"

"Okay," she smiled.

Sawyer sat in the security office watching the the CCTV through a computer monitor on his desk. A bank of individual monitors hung above him, each set in a different area. The monitor in front of him flicked from camera to camera in an unending loop. Sawyer watched with a bitter taste in his mouth as the boss and Ana left his bedroom headed for the dining room. His breathing eased a little as he saw her relaxed posture and smile. Sawyer fiddled with the controls so that the dining room cameras stayed on his screen. He watched Grey pour her a crystal flute of sparkling water. He saw how she smiled her appreciation and watched her lips offer her thanks.

Christian sat at the head of the table and she sat to his right. They clicked their glasses together in a toast and whatever Grey said, made Ana laugh. Sawyer tried to ignore the pang of jealousy he felt. Then Ana said something and Grey laughed. The fucker actually laughed. Sawyer felt his heart sink a little as he continued to watch the byplay between the happy couple. It was like a different man was sitting at the table. He catered to Ana through the meal, always smiling. Sometimes they didn't talk, but every time they looked at each other, they smiled. Not a shy smile, or a nervous smile, but a contented, secret smile, like they both knew something that nobody else knows. Sawyer was mesmerized by their silent interactions. He looked up and saw Taylor still on the phone and started to play with the volume on his keyboard.

Out of nowhere came Taylor's voice at its most menacing. "Touch that volume and you will be sipping liquids through a straw. It will be weeks before you can have solids again. Not to mention, guys with wired jaws don't attract too many feminine companions. Your sex life will be at an all time low."

"T, its already at an all time low."

"Nah, I'll find someone in Port Klang to help you out, course, I not saying what she looks like, she might be a little older than you're used to, maybe a little heavier."

"Great. I'm not touching the fucking volume, so just stop."

"Fuck, Sawyer. You didn't tell me Flynn was in the garage!"

Taylor scrambled into his jacket, and announced Flynn's arrival just the elevator chimed and the doors opened.

Ana paled and grabbed Christians arm and whispered furiously into his ear. Christian looked at Taylor, letting him know he would be held responsible for this fuck up. Taylor pivoted to escort Flynn to Christian.

Ever the gracious host, Grey invited Flynn to join them and offered him dinner. Flynn declined. Ana kept her eyes down and played with her food sipping frequently on her water. She was uncomfortable for the first time ever with Flynn. She didn't want to have a session, but she wasn't up to telling Flynn.

"Ana, what's wrong?"

"Nothing , John."

"Do you want to skip the session tonight?"

An unbelievably grateful Ana, looked up with tears in her eyes and said, "yes, please."

"Okay, but I am going to tell you what I tell all my patients, when you don't want to do a session, that's when you need a session the most. We can reschedule for Tuesday, how about that?"

At the mention of Tuesday, Ana and Christian both turned to look at each other.

"Is Tuesday a problem, Ana?"

"Um, well, uh..."

"Ana is accompanying me to Malaysia Tuesday. She can Skype you once we get settled in Port Klang."

Ana stared down at the table, avoiding Flynn's eyes.

"Malaysia has some very beautiful areas. Are you looking forward to the trip?"

Suddenly, she came alive as she met Flynn's look, "Oh, yes. I can't wait. Christian booked the entire top floor of the best hotel in Kuala Lumpur. Once his business is over, he is going to take me everywhere. He even promised me an elephant ride in the jungle."

Taylor was out of sight in the hallway to security and staff quarters. He couldn't believe what he just heard. Fucking elephant ride? Was he fucking crazy? His hand rubbed his abdomen, he needed an antacid.

Flynn stood and looked from Christian to Ana and back again. "Before I leave, I just want to tell you both that I am very happy for you. Its obvious that neither one of you know the Meaning of the word slow."

Ana couldn't help it, she giggled. Christian's shoulders sagged as he relaxed and he smiled.

"You are both over 21, enjoy your trip. Ana, I expect a daily text journal from you and a Skype call from both of you at least once a week. Deal? If either of you need to talk, you have my number. Don't think about the time, just call. I am there for you both, 24/7. Okay? Have a safe trip."

They both agreed and Taylor returned to escort Flynn to the elevator. He couldn't wait to get back and confront the boss about the fucking elephant ride. Naturally, Flynn had other ideas. He had questions, suggestions and advice. Taylor dodged the questions like he always did and listened respectfully to the rest. By the time he returned, they were holed up in the bedroom again. Taylor growled and headed for security. Something told him it wouldn't be long before those two were fucking like rabbits.