Christian's POV - Saturday 18th June

Last night when I finally made it to the bedroom, Ana was already asleep, curled up with the Bainbridge Island teddy bear, I smiled as I remembered her name for him "Sin" for "ol' blue eyes" Frank Sinatra and the obvious fact that he was to atone for my sins, it is such a sweet picture with her head resting on his and then I realised that there were tear stains on her cheeks and I vowed that SIP would be mine and nothing would stop me from ruining Jack Hyde.

When I crawled into bed, before I even had a chance to touch her, she must have felt my presence and I heard a quiet "Save me Christian" and while I know it was in her sleep, I was both comforted that she will let me help her at least at some point but distraught that she was so worried about the situation. As I snuggled in behind her I felt her relax and even in her sleep she claimed me, her hand moved up to my arm and pulled it down so that she was enclosed in my embrace, the teddy relegated to the side.

I wake to find that Ana is still in my arms, my body holding her in a cocoon, my beautiful butterfly, so broken and yet so whole, it makes me shake my head to think that we have ended up together, two more damaged people I don't know and then I realise I'd forgotten after the kerfuffle in the bar yesterday to tell Ana some news that she was waiting to hear and will change what we do today.

I have been keeping my distance since Tuesday morning, simply because the memory of our last session has me ready to explode again and I am finding it so much harder now that Ana has shown me that she's more than willing to go where …and I stop myself from thinking about it lest I wake her up with a ramrod between her cheeks. Too late, my thoughts have parts of me stirring and Ana, who was lying curled up against my chest, mumbles something and then wriggles her delectable bottom against me and resistance is futile.

"Good morning Gorgeous," I whisper against her hair and start a trail of kisses down behind her ear, holding her tight in my arms so that she doesn't move any more than to breathe and even that she doesn't seem to be doing as she awaits my next move, arching her neck to give me greater access.

"Breathe Beautiful Girl", I say as I retrieve my arm from under her and fluidly lay her on her back at the same time as positioning myself above her, so that I can see all of her gorgeous face, her hair all mussed up and fanning around her and those deep blue eyes twinkling at me.

I hold my body just above hers, our body heat radiating and melding together as she lifts up a hand and caresses my face, "Good morning," and I don't wait for anything else, I need to taste her, my life essence as it were and she eagerly complies and I lose myself in her and then nibble down her body but she stops me.

"No, we have such a lot to do today Christian, I need to go to the apartment and make it ready for Kate, she's coming back tomorrow and Ethan will be staying there and I promised Macy that we would be going over to your parents' house tomorrow so I have to prepare some material so that I can help him, I haven't been much help so far and I need to speak to you about Jack."

That last sentence has the effect of a cold wet bucket of water and I roll to the side, picking her up as I do and rolling her onto me so that she is above me and now giggling down at me. I hadn't realised how that was going to work because now she is sitting directly on my erection and I can feel it regaining life as it were, growing bigger under her again, I know she feels it too as her eyes widen to saucer size and then as a calculating look appears in them, she deliberately squeezes her thighs together and I growl, "Ana, you're the one that said stop…. Don't or we won't leave the bedroom today."

The resultant giggle almost undoes me but her leaning forward, completely unaware that I am rewarded by the view of her perfect breasts straining against her night shirt and kissing me on the forehead has me swinging to the side of the bed and resting her on my lap, anything else is too big a temptation at the moment.

As I say, "Well, I meant to tell you last night but completely forgot after the bar, Elliot called and they are staying an extra week in Barbados, apparently they are all getting along famously and don't want to come back yet, Ethan is going straight to wherever he was going to register for university and will be coming to Seattle sometime next week, around Wednesday," she suddenly gasps.

"Oh I won't be able to see Ethan into the apartment, I am supposed to be going to New York on Wednesday." She says, putting her hand over her mouth and looking concerned that she's not going to be there.

"Hang on, what did you just say?" I question as my brain catches up that she said she was going to New York.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you last night, it completely slipped my mind but Jack said yesterday that he is going to New York on Wednesday and I am to go with him until Friday." The look on her face is of fear as she says this and I don't know if it is in relation to the trip or the anger on my face.

It's obvious a second later when she says, "I'm scared what he might do to me, if he did that yesterday with all the staff and you there."

"Simple, you are not going." I say with finality and it's met with a sniff and a head shake.

"I don't think it's up to you," she says, "I can't just say, "I'm not going", I'll lose my job." And I couldn't care less but know that she isn't going to accept that option.

"Let me speak to Taylor, I think we can resolve it so that you don't have to go, I'm sure a well-placed phone call to SIP's HR department might be in order from a concerned member of the public, which would mean that you shouldn't have to go as they will need to investigate and ensure that you are not in any danger." I know exactly how this sort of process should pan out but whether SIP's procedures are in place is another matter but there is no way that Ana is going to New York with Jack Hyde, none at all.

"What else were you going to tell me about Jack? You said you had something to tell me." I ask, she had managed to distract me enough that I hadn't asked straight away.

"I don't trust him, that's all, he said some awful things about you last night, he sounded like he hated you and I don't know why. He was making snide remarks about what you do and your family, your properties and your planes, he seems to know a lot about you and I don't know, it didn't feel right at all." She says quietly, her eyes big in her face and I shrug it off.

"It's all out there, people think they know me and if they're the jealous type they get snotty about it instead of working their butts off to get it themselves, don't worry about me, I just don't want him anywhere near you, touching or hurting you. Promise me you'll be careful around him, can you make sure you don't go anywhere alone with him. I need to know you are safe otherwise I will send Sawyer in and I don't care what you say." I finish with an edge to my voice and I know she wants to defy me but has come to the same conclusion herself. Taylor needs some more information and while I have shown an arrogance and nonchalance to what Ana has said, I have a feeling that Jack Hyde is about to become a bigger thorn in my side than I had imagined.

"Maybe I can work with Claude to see if I can get some of my moves back." Ana says quietly, rubbing my arm distractedly.

"Not for a while yet, not until those ribs are completely healed and your pelvis is ok, if we can't make love, you can't be throwing people around, the only person I want you throwing around is me…. Ok?" I say rubbing my nose up against hers and kissing her on the forehead just as she kisses me on the throat above my Adam's apple. Damn, I want to bury myself in her but we are just going to have to wait and I have to have a shower now or I won't be responsible for my actions.

"So, can we have shower and then breakfast now before I fade away, we have things to do?.. "I say, tapping her on her cute little nose, which she dutifully crinkles and then wraps her arms around my neck as she nods, ok, I get to carry her to the shower, small miracles that gladden my heart….

Ana's POV- Monday 20th June

After a calm weekend, a beautiful day spent with Grace and Carrick, helping Macy who is filling out to be such a wonderful young man, his confidence is growing as he receives the love he never received as a child and certainly not from Elena.

We checked that Kate's apartment is all ready for Ethan and Kate on their individual returns and I can't wait to see my friends again, it feels like ages but no time at all given everything that has happened since they left. For some reason Christian is worried about me spending time with Ethan but hopefully he'll come around once he realises that Ethan and I have been friends for so long that there is no issue.

Now, it's off to work and I can't believe the trepidation I feel about how Jack will react given what happened in the bar and I don't know how I'll get out of going on the New York trip. I don't have long to wait to find out, as soon as I am in the door Claire warns me that Jack is on the warpath and has been shouting at everyone and I wish I could just go home.

"Oi, you, get in here," is shouted at me before I've made it through the door to my desk, this is so unprofessional and quite frankly my hackles rise. I decide that I need a record of what is about to happen so instead of putting my handbag down, I press speed-dial on my phone and slide it into the outside pocket so that Christian is on the line and I hope he doesn't say anything and just listens.

I speak loudly so that hopefully Christian will know, "Hi Jack, how was your weekend?"

"Fuck my weekend, bitch, what have you done?"

Hmm, now, under any common courtesy, his language and his menacing demeanour are beyond the pale and in a work environment, it is even worse.

"Excuse me?" Is all I manage to squeak out, I make sure that I am near the door so that there is no way he can lock it and he leaps out of his chair.

With a bright red enraged face, Jack comes around and leans in nice and close, pushing me to the side he closes the door, locking it, locking me in his office and screams "I said "What have you done? Are you deaf as well, bitch? I come in this morning and you are not coming to New York with me and I am on report for public drunkenness and there is talk of you pressing charges of assault. You think because you are the bitch of the 'Great' " with flailing hands he does air quotes around the Great, "Christian Grey that the rest of the world needs to revolve around you too. Is that what you think? Bitch? If it was up to me, you'd be out the door now and I'd never have to see your face again." He slams his hand into the door right near my head and grimaces, turning away, saying as he does so, "I can't believe I gave you a job, a fuckin job so that I could get close to that bastard."

Oh, interesting, I don't think he realised what he just said, he also smells of alcohol at 9am in the morning but what is more concerning to me is that I am locked in this room with him.

Before I have a chance to say anything, to defend myself and the fact that I haven't said anything to anyone, Jack comes back to me and grabs me by the throat, forcing me back against the door and slams his mouth on mine, the shock opening my mouth and his disgusting tongue is in my mouth.

What happens next then is a blur but I drop my crutches, grab his chin in my hands and dig my fingernails into the nerves of his neck while simultaneously, clamping my teeth into his tongue and twisted my head to the side, the pain of my bite has him releasing my throat so that he can attempt to grab my face or slap me. As the taste of his blood hits my mouth and is coupled by his disgusting saliva, I empty my breakfast on him, the pure revulsion making me vomit and that stops him for a second before he lunges back at me with a curse as he wipes his eyes.

I lifted my knee and managed to deliver a groin shot that has him immediately bent over double screaming at me, I connected my knee with his nose as he went down and it was a satisfying crunch that appeased the pain shooting through my pelvis just a little but my problem is that his body is now in front of the door and lying on my crutches and the noises coming from him indicate it won't be long in his enraged state before he'd be able to get up again.

The adrenaline rush surging through me disappears entirely though when suddenly the door simply crashes down on top of Jack's body and Sawyer is standing there, the look on his face one of concern turning to pure relief that I am still standing and I imagine clothed, his face changes though as I feel myself start to concertina down into a crumpled heap, his arms reach me just before I hit the floor and the last thing I see are the shocked faces of Jerry Roach and Kay Bestie, the company president and vice president and from behind them I hear an unmistakable roar.