Author's Note: This scene was the second I envisioned from Taylor's POV. I originally posted it as Chapter Two. Since then, I have envisioned earlier events from Taylor's POV and I've inserted them, pushing this down to Ch 4. This chapter remains as originally written.

Chapter Four ~ The Mob . Outside The Metropolitan Grill, Seattle

I spot the boss's Lexus parked at the curb so he's still inside. It's a nice night, there are people on or near cast iron benches who seem to be waiting… for tables, for places at the bar, for takeout orders. I have to park my pickup across the lot. I go and try to look inconspicuous as I join the queue waiting by the door. I can't see where Mr. Grey is seated.

It's about 10:30 when Mr. Grey appears suddenly at the restaurant door pushing it open to allow a blonde woman to exit in front of him. He follows her blindly intent on their conversation. Suddenly there's swarm of young women around him.

"That's him!"

"Christian! Christian Grey!"

"I Love You!"

The throng moves as one, grabbing at Mr. Grey. Pulling at his clothes. There are so many people and they press around him. He pushes them away and struggles to stay on his feet as the tide of humanity sweeps him up in its grip. He lashes out to free himself from the scrumb.

He breaks free for a moment and makes a run for it, pulling the car door open quickly and jumping in, yanking the door closed behind him. I'm half expecting screaming from fingers mashed in the closing door. Fortunately there aren't. A young girl with blonde hair and her scoop neck top askew has let herself in the passenger's door. The door is still open and she tugs on it to close it.

"Get out," Christian bellows." She can't close the door because it's being held open… by me. I grab her wrist and unceremoniously drag her out of the car. I pick her up around the waist and bang the door closed with my hip. I carry her, feet flailing in the air, to the safety of the sidewalk.

Mr. Grey starts the car, turns on the emergency flashers as a warning and honks the horn several times as he cautiously creeps back out of the space. I yell "Go, Go!" Christian needs no further urging and drives away. I lose sight of the Lexus as I set the blonde on the sidewalk and stand facing the crowd with my arms crossed.

I'd like to leave but the Police have already been called. I'll probably need to make a statement.

I give them my card as Mr. Grey's Head of Personal Security, show my Security Credentials. I make the case that the blond groupie trying to force her way into Mr. Grey's car uninvited was in grave danger and that I only acted to protect her. I'm released pending further review.

~~~ Mr. Grey's study Escala

It's nearly midnight when I knock on Mr. Grey's open office door. I'm not surprised he's still up… I've already noticed he is something of a night owl. And if he can't sleep, he'll play his piano til dawn when he passes out from exhaustion. He's quite good at the classical music… if only he didn't play it so damn late or early. I'm paid to notice.

"You wanted to see me, sir."

Author's end note: My other story "Fortress" is my primary story but certain scenes off occur off camera so to speak and from Taylor's POV. Once Fortress catches up, I will resume posting these scenes when the occur. Thankyou to my loyal readers.

"How was it that you turned up outside the restaurant where I was dining?"

"I followed your instructions, sir. After I completed my security inspection here, I shared a delightful meal with Mrs. Jones."

"And?" I prompt.

"I went out. I just happened to be passing by." I'm so full of crap my eyes are brown.

"Thanks, Taylor."

"Sorry, I wasn't able to prevent that."

"It did get dicey. What happened to the young woman?"

"She wanted to file a complaint against me for assault."

"I see."

"I only acted as any concerned citizen would do, to protect her from the danger of a moving vehicle." … "I don't know what the restaurant security cameras may have caught though."

"If there are any repercussions, my legal team will handle it. She committed lots of violations, forcing her way into my vehicle. Pressing charges for the results of her illegal acts will not stick."

"Thank you, sir."

"No, Thank You."

I assume Gail is already in bed, her door is closed and I don't see light underneath. When I check the 'fridge there's the rest of my pie, another bonus piece about equal to the half I'd left, and several slices of cheddar. And a local craft ale from Pike Brewing. I find a chilled mug in the freezer.

God, somebody loves me!