Wow, I can't believe it's morning. I've slept through the night with no nightmares and feel totally relaxed. I shower and dress then head out to the kitchen for breakfast. Elliot has just finished eating; he's leaving early as he still needs to pack for his vacation with Kate. Mrs Jones asks what I would like for breakfast as Christian appears from his study and asks Mrs Jones for omelette and fruit; I tell her I'll have the same.

Elliot goes to leave, he hugs me, then affectionately ruffles my hair and tells me whilst he's away if I get angry with Christian then I mustn't do anything drastic without texting him first for approval. Christian bursts out laughing at this as he bids farewell to Elliot, telling him to have a great vacation. Elliot heads in the direction of the elevator shouting 'Laters!'

As we sit on the bar stools eating our omelettes Christian asks how I slept. I inform him straight through, very well and no nightmares! He thinks I should stay here again tonight as mom and dad are at a charity function and Mia is having her friends round for a girly night. Although he has dinner planned with an old friend, he won't be out too late. Mrs Jones will prepare something for my dinner and I can just chill out until he returns. He's pleased when I agree to stay and decides Taylor will drive us to work together.

I have a very productive day at work. The mood in the office is good since the news that Edwards has left, apparently he was ok to work with but as soon as he was promoted to Head he changed and became a nightmare. No-one has replaced him yet. I work my way through all Christian's figures and realise he's owns or has shares in most of the businesses in Seattle. I spend my lunch break with Barney who shows me how to track someone's phone and some other useful surveillance tips. In the afternoon one of the boys from the mail room delivers an envelope to my desk, it contains my new security pass along with a note from Christian 'Hope you're not too bored today; come up to my office when you're finished. I'll be ready to leave about 6pm. Christian'.

When most people from accounts have left to go home I make my way to the 20th floor. I'm relieved that Olivia has already gone but Andrea is still there. I stay in reception and talk to her, Christian is in his meeting room with a few people but Andrea tells me they've nearly finished. The door to the meeting room opens and as they leave I hear Christian roar with anger 'Make sure its fucking sorted before you present it to me again instead of wasting my time' I look at Andrea and grimace, she tells me he's been like this all day. I wonder if it's because Ana is away.

When he appears he looks tired and stressed, he's obviously been raking his fingers through his hair as it's all over the place. He smiles and visibly relaxes when he sees me and tells Andrea it's time to go home. He's calm again now as if someone has flipped a switch in him.

On the journey to Escala Christian tells me about his day, it started badly when he had a workout with Claude who had him on the floor a few times and various meetings that hadn't gone too well as the people involved had come ill-prepared so ended up wasting his time. I ask him if it's because his heads in a different place, like almost three thousand miles away. He sulks and broods silently for a few minutes before asking politely how I got on today in accounts and with Barney. He smirks at me when I tell him how I found out he owns most of Seattle and then looks horrified when I tell him I can now use surveillance cameras through a computer and can track him on his phone.

In the penthouse we go our separate ways. Me to change to go for a quick workout and swim and Christian to change before going to dinner, telling me he'll catch me later.

The gym and pool are busy compared to yesterday so I don't spend too long on each exercise; it's not having the usual effect of relaxing me. I make my way back up to Christian's apartment and reheat the food that Mrs Jones has prepared and left for me. She must have already retired for the night with Taylor.

I switch on the TV but as I mindlessly flick through the channels there's nothing that catches my eye that I want to watch. I read a book but can't get into it. I plug myself into my iPod but even then I can't relax and settle. In the end I find comfort in the piano, tune after tune, some happy, some sad. I feel Christian's presence as he returns and watches me for a while. Eventually I shift up on the stool and he joins me. We play a number of duets together and I finally feel myself relaxing. Christian must have felt my tension and then my relaxation as he goes to grab a couple of beers.

Once again we end the evening on the big white sofas, stretched out, beer in hand.

'How would you feel if I went away tomorrow for a couple of days?' Christian asks.

'Are you going to see Ana?'

'Yes' he replies ' But providing you sleep well again here tonight I want you to stay here with Mrs Jones as I will have Taylor with me'

'OK, I will give it a go. What time are you leaving?' I ask.

'After we've had breakfast together' he then smiles and throws something at me' You'll be needing these'

Finally, he's given me back my car keys without me having to ask for them. I grin back and in return playfully throw at cushion at him which he deflects with his arm. Before I know it, we're both almost play fighting. Using our kickboxing moves we make our way round the great room, sometimes with me on the floor and sometimes Christian. It stops almost as suddenly as it started but we're both breathless. For those few minutes we pushed each other to the limit, I found the physical exertion good after my gym workout that had been lacking. Christian exclaimed he got more out of that than the two hours he spent with Claude this morning and that we should workout more together. I agree with him, before draining my beer and heading off to bed.