Taylor's Point of View

Miss Steele is about as jumpy as a cricket and her eyes are a little wild. Now what did the boss do? Or is that a stupid question. He got out of control again in the bathroom – looked like he was throwing things the way that bath bench and the vanity cupboard was busted up. But she said she was ok and when I turned on the microphones for the master suite she seemed to be having a good enough time. But there was a few minutes where things had sounded a little uncertain there … he probably pulled a jackass stunt. The man has done things bordello whores don't know and it would be just like him to fuck up again with what I think is his only chance in the Universe for happiness.

We get to the Underground Comedy club that Miss Steele sprung on us. It took me hours to get the staff and comedians cleared, and that was with Welch's help, then the NDAs had to be signed (it's no one's business what Mr. Grey eats, drinks, how often he uses the john, or if he fucking laughs at the comic) – I had Andrea go to the club to do that since we left GEH early after Anastasia answered a paps question. The boss was beside himself once Sawyer, who told me she set him down with a few words when he tried to correct her, called him to report the incident – which was on the gossip channels within five minutes. Luckily for Sawyer we got the news to the boss in four. I have to admit she does look adorable, even with the black eye she barely covers with makeup, and the paps are behaving in a halfway decent fashion after she gives them that soft sunny smile and tells them she had a good day at work.

I have to make some decisions and recommendations by tomorrow. As soon as it came out that Grey appears to be dating, and in fact in some sort of relationship with Miss Steele, the threats, hate mail, sexual offers, love mail, and advice started coming in. I got a basement office at GEH filling up with cards, letters, gifts, printed off emails, faxes, and whatnot. Some of it sick and nasty, others appropriate (I guess), and all of it never getting to Miss Steele and only by report to the boss. I'll let Grey decide what to do with the gifts, some of it pretty decent jewelry, that have already come in. Usually he just says to send it to a charity and I imagine this will be the same.

The boss is way overdressed but I doubt he notices. He wears a suit and tie almost always, not even changing into comfortable clothing once he gets home from work until he goes to bed. Well, now he changes when he's with Ana, or has a couple of times. And although he hadn't thought about it, obviously, he's gonna be wearing something very different for this game Miss Steele is roping him into. I just hope the hell she knows what she's getting into.

On the drive from the hotel to the comedy club …

"So if I'm wearing a school uniform, what are you wearing?" Her voice is soft, sweet. I flick a glance in the rearview mirror and the boss is so fucking glad she's talking to him he's almost ripping himself out of his seatbelt to get over to her side of the limousine.

"This?" He sounds hopeful. I know he already got her the schoolgirl uniform because I took the delivery package and cleared it. Hell, he even has the hair ties in matching colors with ribbons and a pompom. I'd say 'sick fucker' but the thought of Gail looking like a naughty student makes me hard as a fucking ice pick … I ordered her the same damn thing delivered to us at Escala.

She rolls her eyes and sighs. I see her eyes flit to the front seat where me and Ryan are and listen to Grey lie his ass off and say we can't hear them. I dutifully fiddle around with the fake radio on the dash and Ryan looks out the window. She smiles nervously back at the boss and glides those slender fingers over his cheek; and he about drops his jaw. That poor schmuck is so in love with this young woman. We're all rooting for them. Hell even Flynn has come down off his pious seat in the clouds and is all but telling the boss what to do and say.

"No. You need to look like a school teacher, not a movie star." She's grabbing something out of her purse and misses his amazed stare. He knows he's a handsome fucker; women have come right up to him and flashed their naked pussies in his face begging him for a fuck, but hearing it from Miss Steele, even in this off hand way, has pleased him. I know all his expressions, a lot of his thoughts. It's my job. "Here. Like this."

I really want to see what picture she's handed him. I need to put cameras in the ceiling over the back seats. Maybe she'll leave it with him … or I'll just snitch it from her purse later for a quick look.

"Glasses. My hair is not getting styled like that. Who in God's name wears checkers?" The boss is not impressed. The he glances at his woman's pout and figures out snapping how he isn't doing what she's asking isn't going to get her dressed up in that sexy outfit and his cock up her. So he does a quick turnaround. "Where do people buy this shit?" Good save.

"Sears, I guess. Oh good. I see Kate and Elliot." And Miss Steele is off on her social track as a group of her friends and Mia and her theater friends are milling around outside this place.

Present … at the club.

The boss is trying to impress. He's making sure all the drinks for everyone Ana and Miss Kavanaugh invited or know in the place are paid for, as well as the food. I just about bust a gut when he tastes his first Jalapeno Popper. But the horrified expression ain't nothin' like when he got to try KFC last night. I can say in the seven years I've been with him that he's never had greasy food. Just the look on his face as he delicately picked up an Original Recipe chicken breast, all that grease coating his fingers, and took a big bite – getting the mostly cooked chicken with the oils and special herbs and spices into his mouth and some of it down his chin – was priceless. I was watchin' it on surveillance since I knew damn well he'd be nailing Miss Steele as soon as he could so didn't need in-room company, and I swear I felt something pull from how hard I was laughing. It was even better when an hour later, just as he got Miss Steele naked and bent over one of those matching sofas, he had to run for the bathroom and almost shit himself before he got on the toilet. I can foresee the same thing happening in about an hour after he gets done eating all this food Miss Steele and her friends order and then share with each other … and he tries to man up and bites down on a half-eaten mozzarella stick covered with some fake crab sauce that Miss Steele holds up to his lips.

I've got this place covered so I know when the silver limo pulls up. Robby tells me the Swan and Drake are here. They weren't on any list I saw, but my guess is Mia or Elliot told them about their middle child actually setting foot in this place and have decided to come and see for themselves. I move to the boss' back and murmur, "Your parents are here, sir. I'll arrange for two more chairs." By now the idea of separate tables has become more like several rows with various people turning every which way and changing seats to talk and laugh. Miss Steele has a wonderful laugh, and an even better giggle, and between her friends and the boss making attempts to get her to smile just for him, those sounds both ring out often.

Dr. Grey and Mr. Grey enter, both over dressed like the boss. Unlike the boss, they both realize this, but they cope well. Carrick slips off his jacket and his security step up to take it, then Dr. Grey's jacket as well. Perhaps realizing that wearing a hundred thousand dollar necklace and earrings isn't the norm either, as I see Grace take those off and pass them to her coverage as well. Then Mia pounces and brings them over to where Christian is gazing at them like he doesn't know whether to tell me shoot to kill or just crawl under the table.

Despite obviously enjoying herself here, Miss Steele has still been jumpy around Grey. Whatever he did in the bathroom with her, he knows she's not recovered because he's keeping it simple in the form of PDAs, just holding her hand and kissing her temple. But when his parents show up and are suddenly behind her, she turns bright pink and looks horrified.

But graceful as always, Dr. Grey smiles and reaches between them to take an onion ring and bites into it. "Mmm good. These are better than the ones we have at the hospital," she gushes. "Carrick, will you order us a basket? And a beer for me. Ana, it's so good to see you again. You have to come to Mia's show on Friday …" Damn, that woman knows how to mingle with normal people as well as her usual set.

I settle against the wall as the first act gets ready to start and plastic trays with sandwiches start being served. Grey hardly listens to anyone but himself, so it surprises me when he gets an arm around Ana and pays attention to the first comic. I gotta admit he's trying this new lifestyle, what's normal for the rest of us mortals. But his expression when the wine he ordered, the best they have here, is rather frosted because I have no doubt that he has no desire to drink something that costs a hundred bucks a bottle. Then Ana steals a sip from his glass, gives him a little smile. He immediately drinks from the same spot her lips touched. Yeah, a fool in love.

As the second comic takes over I run through my mind about the Lincoln situation. Grey has been clear that after his lunch meeting with the bitch on Thursday that we are pulling completely back from her. No phone calls, no visits, no texts or emails. She is to be completely blacked out. I'm under orders to take back the two cars he leases for her and end the contract for her limousine service. All her credit cards signed off by him will be cancelled at one p.m. Thursday. I have a four man crew who do security on her and they'll be pulled off with the option to stay with her if she wants to pay for them. Considering the way some asshole set her up with that religious payout thing on Facebook today, she'd best hire somebody. Eddie reported that she wound up funding a few places, piddly shit like ten thousand for a half dozen programs each. I'd bet it's all the boss' money, but the bet ain't worth it cause I'm one hundred percent sure she used an account that belongs to Grey. While I'm thinking about it I text Welch that information and suggest he get the paperwork done on those places. Even if he didn't select them I know the boss will continue to support those places as long as they're on the up and up.

That done, I do a sweep of the area. There is almost no chance of a planned attack here, not with the last minute notice from Miss Steele and there ain't one loony or pissed off businessman who would even think Christian Grey would step into a place like this. No, the security issues are still more in the office and home. Grey's plan to get his lady back into Escala, which frankly would make my job one whole hell of a lot easier, is set to go into action on Tuesday.

As long as my contact still has the cat …