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Chapter 18 – Georgia on My Mind

After Ros’s out-of-character inquisition, the afternoon passes in relative peace. The boss has asked Welch to initiate checks into the staff at one of the small publishing houses in Seattle and my job is to make an informal visit to see how far I get before I’m asked for ID.

Do I think this has got something to do with the interview Miss Steele had yesterday? Nope. None. Not at all. Well fuck me. A flying fucking pig.

Seattle Independent Publishing is housed in a quiet side street a couple of blocks from Barnes and Noble, which seems apt. There are five-storys to the red-brick building with a metal fire escape on the east and north faces. I stroll past, estimating it would take me between two and three minutes to break into the building. Probably two. I don’t like to boast.

I stroll into reception and when I think the attractive woman on reception might say something to me, I wink at her.

She blinks a couple of times, then smiles, and tosses her long, straitened hair over her shoulders and sits up a bit taller, showing off an impressive cleavage.

I might have been interested once, baby, but I’ve got all the woman I can handle. So thanks, but no thanks.

The only CCTV in the lobby is trained towards the front entrance. There’s nothing else. Once you’ve breached that, you’re home and dry.

There are two dark green leather Chesterfields where visitors can take a load off. They remind me of the boss’s playroom. Yup, I think Grey would feel right at home here: a choice of whipping benches and stark, white prison-style walls. I kinda hope Miss Steele gets the other job she was going for. Not that it would make a difference: the poor kid doesn’t stand a chance either way.

I head through to the open plan offices behind reception and make my way across the ground floor. A few people look up as I wander around, but no-one challenges me. I take the stairs two at a time up to the next floor, but it’s the same story: no name, no pack drill.

It’s a good thing I’m such an upright, morally-aware citizen, otherwise I could have ripped off this joint big time. Hell, I could hire a semi and come back in the night and strip the place of computers. They’re so damned naïve, they’d probably write me a fucking thank you note.

I’m just leaving when a guy with long, red hair and hippie fucking earrings sees me. He frowns.

“Can I help you?”

“Nope. Just leaving.”

He stares after me. The bastard has cold eyes and I recognise his type. Suddenly I’m really glad it isn’t Gail who is going to be working there.

I head back to Grey House. I’ve been gone 90 minutes and the boss hasn’t canned anyone. Maybe he has a heart after all. I review the evidence: Olivia isn’t crying – check; Barney is wandering around with his ass hanging out of his jeans looking chilled – check; Andrea’s blood pressure appears to have returned to below zero – check. And then I see the boss smiling at his computer and I nearly pass out: too fucking weird!

I really miss the pre-Miss Steele-good-ole-bad-ole days… the days when the earth still turned just once in every 24 hours.

The boss says he’ll be leaving in an hour; I’ve just got time to read the prelim reports that Welch has sent through. Nothing much of interest: a couple of members of staff with cautions for smoking dope; one guy who got caught with anabolic steroids; couple of DUIs. But then something catches my attention: one of the senior editors has had five different assistants in the last 18 months. Why?  I click open the personnel file and I instantly recognise the fucker: cold blue eyes, red hair, hippy-shit earrings… the man who interviewed Miss Steele yesterday; the man who would be Miss Steele’s boss. My spider senses are tingling – and not in a good way.

I wonder what the best way will be to let the boss know – without having the man strung by his balls. Guilty until proven innocent seems to be the boss’s motto when it comes to Miss Steele. Or, now I think about it, any human biped.

“Anything to report, Taylor?”

I can’t help jumping when I hear his voice behind me. I look up and see the fucker is amused. Bastard.

“Building is wide open, sir. Security is for shit – needs a complete overhaul.”

“What else?”

I don’t answer but point to the screen.

He scans through the file on one Jack Hyde and scowls.

People who don’t know the boss think he’s cool, calm and collected. And he can be, but when you know him like I do, you know there’s a barely restrained violence bubbling under the surface. Anything that permeates his carefully controlled world and it’s like waiting for Mount St Helens, part two.

He doesn’t say anything but I know he’s imagining all sorts of violent solutions to sort out the man who could be Miss Steele’s new boss, but he doesn’t say anything.

On the other hand, if Hyde ends up knee-capped in an alley one dark night, my first suspect would be a certain fucked up, billionaire control freak.

“I want to make a stop on the way home, Taylor.”

“Sir.”

We head back to his office where he collects his jacket. Olivia swallows and goes pale; the ice maiden gives a chilly smile and the boss’s entourage, yours truly, head down to the elevator.

The Cartier franchise is made up like a tart’s boudoir of green marble and gilt wall sconces. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were king-sized beds in the backroom with slut-red sheets. I nod at the security guy as a professional courtesy. I can see him checking me out to see if I’m carrying. Pu-leeze: this is a custom-made suit – if you can tell I’m packing, I’d have to shoot the guy who made it.

I can see what he’s thinking: You only look after one guy – I have a whole store full of expensive jewellery to look after.

Fucking light weight. Maybe he’d like to try being personal security for billions of dollars worth of a walking, talking, fucking Mount Vesuvius. Or maybe I should just kick his fat ass.

Grey picks out a pair of classy diamond earrings. I’d bet my year’s salary that they’re for a certain wanna-be publishing assistant, currently vacationing in Savannah.

For the briefest of moments I feel regret that there’s nothing in here that I could afford to buy Gail. This store is for the seriously wealthy. But would I want all the shit that goes with it? No. I can walk away from this game at any time; Grey can’t.

He seems to relax slightly as we head home. He pulls out his cell and I’m really hoping he’s not going to call Miss Steele: I hate to blush and drive.

“Elena, hi… yes, good thanks… What? No… are you free for dinner tonight? …Eight? Good. I’ll pick you up… what? …French… Ok.”

I groan inwardly. How fucking dumb can you get?! His girlfriend is out of town less than 24 hours and the first thing he does is arrange to hook up with De Sade’s second cousin. I really hope Miss Steele doesn’t find out about this because if she does, she’ll kick the boss’s sorry ass out of state – in a quiet, non-violent sort of way. And, frankly, he’ll fucking deserve it. I admit I may not be one of those New Men that Gail tells me she’s read about in magazines at the hair salon – Neanderthal seems to be one of her favorite adjectives when it comes to me, I have no fucking idea why – but even I’m not dumb enough to do what the boss is doing. And I have a horrible feeling he’ll just go ahead and tell Miss Steele who he’s seeing anyway, because when it comes to reading women’s feelings, the boss is still at the starting gate. Sure, sure, he can make them come like the fucking Orient Express, but he still knows shit about women.

I drop him at the entrance to Escala then go park the SUV.

Gail is in the staff kitchen and something smells really good. I wrap my arms around her and kiss the back of her neck.

“Mmm, you taste good.”

“Jason! I’m cooking!”

“So am I, baby! Warming up nicely.”

She laughs and pulls free. “How was your day?”

I shrug. “Ros wanted to know why the boss was acting so weird.”

“What did you tell her?”

“She was freaking out that it was something to do with the business end of things. I told her he had a girlfriend and let her work out the rest for herself.”

“I bet she was surprised: she’s known him longer than anyone, other than his family.”

Yup. Surprised, shocked, stunned. That about covers it.

Which reminds me… “It’s just you and me tonight, baby; the boss is going out.”

“Oh! There was nothing on the calendar?”

“He’s going out for dinner. With Mrs Lincoln.”

That woman!

She folds her arms and looks pissed.

Yup. Pretty much the same reaction I had.

“I really thought he had more sense! I just don’t know what he sees in that woman. Well, I just hope Miss Steele doesn’t find out.”

“Baby, he’ll probably just tell her.”

She gapes at me. “Surely not! Why? I mean, if that were you going off to have dinner with your ex- the minute I was out of town and you told me, I’d…” She stops and purses her lips. “Oh! Sometimes I wonder about Mr Grey!”

“You, me and half the western hemisphere, baby.”

I run my hand up her thigh, tugging her skirt so it’s resting next to the tops of her stockings. “Got the whole evening to ourselves, baby. I’m going to make you scream.”

She smiles and runs her hands over my hips and gives my ass a good squeeze. I flex my hips into her so she can feel my growing interest.

“Really, Jason, I don’t think you should make promises you can’t keep.”

“Is that a challenge, Mrs Jones?”

“Of course, Mr Taylor.”

And I really don’t care that I’m so hungry my stomach thinks my throat has been cut, and I really don’t care that the boss is probably still in the building. I sweep Gail over my shoulder and sprint to the bedroom with every intention of showing her who is on top in this relationship. Or maybe we can take turns.

*   *   *  *

The morning starts like any other: too fucking early. Gail is lying with her head on my chest and one arm wrapped around my waist. The sheets are in a tangle around us and I vaguely wonder why we’re lying with our feet pointing towards the headboard.

She stirs softly and I stroke her hair. I love the way it feels at the nape of her neck, all soft and downy. I see one beautiful blue eye blinking up at me.

“Good morning, Jason.”

“Hello, beautiful.”

She stretches and manages to elbow me in the balls.

“Aagh!”

“Oh, sorry! Oops! Accident.” Then she smiles at me. “Want me to kiss it better?”

“Best offer I’ve had in… er… several hours.”

But then my Blackberry buzzes. It’s the boss. Jeez! It’s 5am! What did his last slave die of?

Gail leans over and throws the cell to me.

“Sir?”

“Taylor: I’m flying down to Savannah. Call Stephan. I want to leave before 9am.”

“Yes, sir. How many days are we going for?” Like I can’t fucking guess.

“Back Friday.”

He hangs up and Gail sighs. “Where are you going now?”

“Fucking Georgia. ASAP. Sorry, baby. I’ll have to take a rain check on that… er… idea.”

“Jason, by this point in time I have so many of your rain checks I could start my own weather channel. Go on, off you go. I’d better make breakfast.”

She pushes me out of bed and I head for the shower.

Two hundred minutes later we’re at Sea-Tac. Pretty good going, but not fast enough for the boss who’s acting as jumpy as a short-legged nun at a penguin shoot.

“Stephan, how long till take-off?”

“Oh-nine-thirty-five, Mr Grey. It was the first slot I could get.”

“Oh, for fucks sake!”

Which is the boss’s way of saying, ‘Hey, how ya doin’? Nice weather we’ve been having’.

“ETA eighteen-thirty Eastern Standard Time.”

Stephan is unphazed. He knows the boss didn’t graduate charm school.

The flight attendant is a woman I haven’t seen before: pretty and uh-oh, brunette. She zeroes in on the boss like a bloodhound on the scent of a bacon sandwich.

“This is Natalia, sir. Anything you want, ask her.”

Stephan heads back to the cockpit and Grey frowns at his watch. Yep, looking at it every 30 seconds is really going to make the plane go faster.

“May I get you a coffee, sir? Breakfast?”

“No, thank you,” he mutters.

She looks disappointed but turns to me, a professional smile embossed on her glossy red lips. “For you, sir.”

“Nope. I’m good, thanks.”

She pouts and I have a sudden urge to laugh out loud. Ok, well maybe not: although I may have twitched slightly.

We finally take off. I know I’m gripping the arms of my chair and holding my breath. Logically, I know there is no ground-to-air missile aimed at us, but once was enough. It’s not something I want to repeat in this lifetime or any other.

As soon as we’re airborne the boss pulls out his laptop and starts scrolling through pages of tiny numbers, scowling and muttering to himself. He’s so tense, the atmosphere in the plane drops to a balmy minus-ten.

I try to ignore the boss’s cat-on-a-hot-tin-roof restless irritation and sink back to enjoy the relative calm of re-reading ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’. Some of the characters remind me of him.

At noon, Natalia risks crossing the threshold from the plane’s galley and stands in front of Grey, to offer him something for lunch. From the look on her face I’d say she’s put herself the top of the menu.

“May I take your order for lunch, sir?”

Grey glances up and frowns, then scoops up the menu that he’s ignored for the last two-and-a-half hours.

“Chicken salad. Thank you.”

“And for you, sir?”

Ms Plastique 2011 smiles in my direction.

“Same. Thanks.”

Yes, I am a man of few words.

Grey eats his food mechanically. If anyone asked, I doubt he’d be able to tell them what was on his plate. He keeps glancing at his watch. It’s so fucking irritating, I’m about ready to jump out of the plane myself, just to make the journey faster.

When the plane door finally opens at Hilton Head, Grey is off and running. It’s almost embarrassing, he’s so eager to see little Miss Steele. If Gail is right about her being a virgin… that is, having been a virgin until a few weeks ago, I have to assume that she’s a quick study.

Andrea has booked us into the Mansion Hotel in the historic downtown district and ordered the usual Audi SUV for me to drive. The SatNav is pre-progammed and I have to hand it to the ice-maiden – she has a good eye for detail.

I see the boss checking his Blackberry and I can pretty much guess that it’s not the NY stockmarket that has his undivided attention. He wants to know the latest whereabouts of a certain blue-eyed, brown haired girl from Montesano.

“I won’t need you again tonight, Taylor,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere this evening.”

I must admit that surprises me. We’ve just flown across the continent and now he’s going to… what… wait?! The boss doesn’t do waiting. If I didn’t know better I’d say he was nervous.

And I admit that makes me curious: what happened to make him change his mind and come hot-footing it down to Georgia today when Miss Steele turned him down last Sunday? Well, he had dinner with Mrs Lincoln last night. What did that bitch say to him? I can’t imagine her being pleased that there’s another woman in the boss’s life – and I don’t count the subs; they weren’t part of his emotional life. Not like… yeah, yeah, getting repetitive.

I park up and do a quick sweep of the boss’s suite. The hotel security is above average, which spares me a couple of migraines or two.

I introduce myself to the head of security, one Walter Dubois.

“Welcome to Jo-ja, Mr Taylor. What can I do for you this fine evenin’, suh?”

“Just routine, Mr Dubois. I’m not anticipating any problems while I’m here; no specific security threats. But just to let you know: I don’t want any of your armed staff on Mr Grey’s floor. And the only access on his visitor list is Miss Anastasia Steele, myself and your usual house-keeping staff.”

“And may I ask if you are carrying a firearm, Mr Taylor?”

“Yes, Mr Dubois. Here’s my permit and my card. Any problems, please call me first.”

“Well, that all seems in order, Mr Taylor. Enjoy your visit, sir.”

“Oh, one more thing: I’ve rented a Bugatti Veyron for a few days. It’ll be delivered by the dealership’s own security.”

I watch his eyes bug out at the thought of a $2 million dollar sports car being parked outside his fine establishment. Jeez, I hate to see a grown man drool.

I head out and find a nice, quiet, untouristy place and order some seafood. While I’m waiting for the food to arrive, I call Gail.

“Hey, baby. Miss me yet?”

“Of course, Jason. How was the flight?”

“Long.”

“Is everything ok?”

“Hard to tell. He hasn’t been to see her yet. But he wants to take her soaring in the morning at dawn.”

“Goodness! He’s never done that before! Not even Miss Grey has managed to persuade him to do that – and she is rather tenacious.”

That’s one of the words to describe Miss Grey, but I’m too much of a gentleman to say out loud the others that occur to me.

“I don’t know, Gail, there’s something… off balance about him. I don’t get it.”

“Oh, really, Jason! He’s in love! Of course he’s off balance. That’s what we women do.”

“Fair point, Mrs Jones. But that’s not what I meant. He went to see the Lincoln woman last night, right?”

She’s silent and I can see that she knows where I’m going with this.

“And you think… what… this is her influence in some way?”

“I don’t know what her agenda is, Gail, but that woman is one cold bitch. I just can’t see her telling the boss to come down here and be all hearts and flowers. So what does she want?”

“Well, she does care about Mr Grey…”

Sometimes Gail is just too damn nice!

“Gail, you can’t stand the icy hag any more than I can. Are you seriously telling me she’s got Grey’s best interests in that cold hole she calls a heart?”

Gail is silent for a moment. “No. I don’t think she has Mr Grey’s best interests at heart.”

No. Neither do I.

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83 Comments Post a comment
  1. 08/17/2012
    Kirsten

    Taylor continues to crack me up. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, wonderful book choice Taylor. Excellent writing once again Jane.

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  2. 08/17/2012

    just made my weekend, i lurrvvvvvvve Taylor. As always jane your writing is superb, till next time x

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  3. 08/17/2012
    Sara

    You are FABULOUS! Love, love, love it! Thank you so very much for continuing to write. I always look forward to reading your work. Jason Taylor simply cracks me up! He and Ana both know how to “handle” Christian and they do it well 😉

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Loving the love! Thanks, Sara.

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  4. 08/17/2012
    n-boston

    Ah, nothing I love more than reading about a certain fucked up, billionaire control freak, and his trusty sidekick, Taylor.
    Welcome to Jo-ja. So sorry your visit will be cut short by a strung out ex-submissive. OTOH, first we’ve got a few Cosmos, steamy bathroom Scene and some soaring to look forward to.
    Onward!
    xo, n-boston.

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  5. 08/17/2012
    Atterbury

    Love this man! Love the way you bring him alive and to us. Thank you, Thank you! Liz

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Hey there, good to hear from you.

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  6. 08/17/2012

    Oh Lord!!…can’t stop laughing..”Jo-ja’!!!!…Living in the south I canjust hear it and picture the look on Taylor’s face…..even after several years the accent/twang still crack meup….
    Great writing as usual….love Taylor’s dry tongue in cheek humor at the CG’s expense.

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  7. 08/17/2012
    Lillimarlene

    “De Sades’s second cousin”? Oh, Taylor, how do I love thee, let me count the ways, I laughed my socks off! Just perfect. I think that the travails of Taylor deserves its own book, a series, in fact.

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  8. 08/17/2012

    You make me fall in love more and more with Taylor in each chapter! He is just too perfect for words! Gail is one lucky woman 😉 I loved the joke he made about the short legged nun, I had never heard that saying before. It’s nice to see that both he and Gail have the same feelings about Elena. She is a horrible woman. Thanks so much for the fantastic chapter. I loved every second of it.

    XOXO,
    Ang

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  9. 08/17/2012
    Mrs P

    ..still laughing at the thought of a short legged nun at a penguin shoot. fantastic, thank you.

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  10. 08/17/2012
    Heather murphy

    Excellent yet again you kept me riveted to the chapter. Well worth the wait heather

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  11. 08/17/2012
    Erika

    LOVE Taylor. LOVE Gail. Awesome chapter as always

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Excellent! Thanx!

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  12. 08/17/2012
    garmel

    “the first thing he does is arrange to hook up with De Sade’s second cousin.” –> haha! Taylor is such a card! Great chapter. Love watching it all unfold through Taylor’s POV.

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  13. 08/17/2012

    Taylor is so freaking funny….I love it….

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      He’s the dude!

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  14. 08/17/2012
    Jenn

    Well written and so entertaining, as always! Taylor is my absolute favorite! I cant wait to read the breakup.

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  15. 08/17/2012
    Sonya

    Too many Taylor-isms to pick a favorite! Love, love, love your writing! Bless Gail’s heart for having to look after those two men! Fab! What a great way to start the weekend! Thank you!

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Thanks, hon!

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  16. 08/17/2012
    Arella Whie

    Taylor’s hilarious. I love him just for saying it how it is.

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Gotta love Taylor!

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  17. 08/18/2012
    Jamoca

    mmmmmmm! 🙂

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      You weren’t that woman about to proposition Taylor in Georgia, were you?!

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      • 08/19/2012
        Jamoca

        Maybe…..lol!…………….just savoring Jane…..just savoring!

      • 08/19/2012
        sunandsurf

        He he he!

  18. 08/18/2012

    Excellent chapter!! I love Taylor’s POV! He has Christian all figured out. I look forward to your updates! and can’t wait to read the next chapter!!

    Keep up the good work!

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Thanks, Claire! Yep, I guess Taylor knows him pretty damn well by now.

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  19. 08/18/2012
    Brooke

    Great chapter. As usual Taylor is really funny. Can’t wait until the next update.

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Soon, honey!

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  20. 08/18/2012
    KC

    excellent chapter. i laugh out loud reading taylors take on things. i love how he has a check list of things that everything is normal, olivia isnt crying, barney’s ass is hanging out his jeans LOLL. i love how he and gail cant stand “that woman” and recognize she is cold hearted and doesnt have his best interests at heart. taylor will be so happy too see anna lol, i cant wait to see his reaction when gail calls about leila and his take on the break up, if christian is off balance now taylor will have to put him on suicide watch. keep up the good work 🙂

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Yeah, I had some fun with that checklist. Glad you liked it!

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  21. 08/18/2012
    Elody

    Absolutely LOVE Taylor! You give us such a wonderful Taylor-treat with each chapter! THANK YOU!
    Also, poor old CG…the way you portray him through Taylor’s eyes makes him so much more…..interesting (for want of a good word) – Taylor has him so figured out! Love it.

    Looking forward to the next installment…thank you for the ‘weekend treat’ 😉

    Elody (UK)

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      You’re welcome. I’ve started a tradition with the weekend treat. What happens if… I don’t know… I have a day off?!

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  22. 08/18/2012

    this is great!… funny and captivating… Taylor is such a great character … thank you for having this idea of explore him as main character…

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Taylor is a honey. I love writing him!

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  23. 08/18/2012
    Cath

    Thank you for Taylors POV…he makes me laugh so much. You really capture his heart, soul and humor. I couldnt stop laughing at….’Well fuck me. A flying fucking pig’.

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Love that your laughing, Cath!

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  24. 08/18/2012
    Bing

    Bugatti Veyron…niiice! FSOg just refers it as a “flashy sports car with a soft top.”
    You know your supercars, Mistress Jane! I drool…

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Drool? Ha ha! Bring it on, baby!

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      • 08/18/2012
        Bing

        Oh to be Ana and ride with Christian in a Veyron! Fastest production car in the world!

      • 08/18/2012
        sunandsurf

        Yeah, but Ana doesn’t even know how special it is. Now if Christian had taken me for a ride… 🙂

      • 08/19/2012
        sunandsurf

        Did I make you drool?! And there was I thinking everyone wanted lemons… but it was ‘just’ a Bugatti!

      • 08/22/2012
        Bing

        Petrol head over here!! Yeah, Bugatti Veyron, Aston Martin V8 Vantage, Paganni Zonda, Nissan GTS, Audi R8!! Throbbing engines! hehehe

      • 08/22/2012
        sunandsurf

        I’ll see if I can’t get some more throbbing engines into the story just for you!

      • 08/22/2012
        Bing

        Gee, thanks, Mistress Jane! Any ideas what Christian’s first supercar would be in “From Twenty?”

      • 08/23/2012
        sunandsurf

        Oh, good point! I’ll come up with something tasty and put it in the next chapter. Maybe I should have him stopped for speeding. That would really piss him off. Heh heh!

  25. 08/18/2012
    Marisol

    “…he can make them come like the Orient Express …” I LOVE IT & I LOVE your writing!!!!

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Aw, shucks. It’s all Taylor really!

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  26. 08/18/2012
    Sophie Fitzherbert

    Taylor is HILARIOUS! Seriously, he’s got the man all figured out and making funny comments at Christian’s expense, lol! We just love Taylor so much! There’s no arguing at that. I have to admit this chapter is my favorite when it comes to funny points of view. Like for example, “…he can make them come like the Orient Express”, “I’m about ready to jump out of the plane myself, just to make the journey faster” and about that short legged nun at a penguin shoot. You are the best Jane!
    P.S. I think we, your readers, all agree that the Bitch Troll doesn’t have Grey’s interest at heart, for all we know, she’s De Sade’s second cousin, and so Taylor has said. Can’t wait for the next chapter. Happy weekend Jane.

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    • 08/18/2012
      sunandsurf

      Oh, Sophie, honey, thanks so much. Guess I’ll be writing this weekend! 😉

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      • 08/18/2012
        Sophie Fitzherbert

        YES please Jane! You are making us so excited and anxious, too! With much anticipation as always! You’re the best, did I mention that before? ((:

      • 08/19/2012
        sunandsurf

        Aw, shucks. 😉

  27. 08/18/2012
    Kim

    As always you make laugh out loud. Love love love it!!!! You fill in all details so nicely under Taylor’s pov. More please!!

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    • 08/19/2012
      sunandsurf

      On its way, Kim!

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  28. 08/18/2012

    Poor Taylor by being away from Gail & holding a lot from Mr. Grey in the end he will need ASAP vacation from him is too much to handle..
    Thank u for the story:)

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    • 08/19/2012
      sunandsurf

      You’re so right. Either a holiday or a session with Dr Flynn!

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      • 08/20/2012

        oh yes make him appointment w Dr. Flynn..

      • 08/20/2012
        sunandsurf

        Tempting! Now you are leading me astray!

      • 08/20/2012

        LOL

  29. 08/18/2012
    Stefanie

    I just love all these stories and Taylor cracks me up. Thank you for continuing to write

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    • 08/19/2012
      sunandsurf

      Thanks, Stefanie. Love that you’re cracking up!!

      Reply
  30. 08/19/2012
    Vicki

    Oh Jane it was like Christmas already when i checked my emails and seen you had a New Taylor Post and as ever you NEVER DISSAPOINT Thankyou 🙂 Until next time

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    • 08/19/2012
      sunandsurf

      Christmas already? Does that mean I don’t need to post anything when it’s… er… Christmas? And I WAS planning on doing a Christmas special. Oh well, maybe next year…

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      • 08/20/2012
        Sophie Fitzherbert

        Please do a Christmas special. That would be great!

      • 08/21/2012
        sunandsurf

        Yes, I think I will. But for which character and from where in the story? All suggestions considered!

      • 08/21/2012
        Sophie Fitzherbert

        Hmmm… quite tough but maybe Christian and Ana’s first Christmas. Besides, they’ve been married right away so another “first” for them as a couple. And maybe they can celebrate it in Aspen and with their families with them, too. Basically, this would be in Book 3, right? One shot story,maybe?

      • 08/22/2012
        sunandsurf

        It’s on the list!

  31. 08/19/2012
    Vicki

    No im into instant gratification more please 🙂 Much more SOONER RATHER THAN LATERS !!!!!

    Reply
    • 08/19/2012
      sunandsurf

      No! Ha ha ha!

      Reply
  32. 08/23/2012
    Melanie Lorenz

    this is great. I want to read more

    Reply
    • 08/23/2012
      sunandsurf

      Thank you! Your wish is my command… in about 24 hours!

      Reply
  33. 08/24/2012
    julie

    Great chapter! I feel like there is a story behind the brunette flight attendant, or am I imagining things?

    Reply
    • 08/24/2012
      sunandsurf

      Oh, definitely! Can you imagine what she thinks of having to listen to Christian and Ana’s wedding night?! Ahem!

      Reply
  34. 08/25/2012
    Chris L

    Book One!?! Of three possibly? I love your Taylor and your Gail and “princess’ Sophie.

    Reply
  35. 09/21/2012
    carol

    you sure make Taylor have a way with words love it

    Reply
    • 09/21/2012
      sunandsurf

      Aw, thanks, love!

      Reply
  36. 09/25/2012
    Dw

    I must say I truthfully enjoyed the experience of the reconnaissance visit at SIP. Taylor’s stealth skills reminded me of my days at Scouting Camps…and his internal musings (especially the judgment he passed on the Chesterfields) … Lol!

    As usual, I love your original characters – Mr Dubois and his southern accent… Yay!

    Dw (Dorota)

    Reply
    • 09/25/2012
      sunandsurf

      Yeah, I bet Taylor was a boy scout (who was on the look out for Girl Scouts).

      Reply
  37. 10/7/2012
    Marta

    Yet another great chapter!

    Reply
    • 10/8/2012
      Jane H-B

      Thanks!

      Reply
  38. 11/14/2012

    I loved this, thank you. The way you have filled out Taylors’ character, amazing. I go the Cuckoos Nest reference too. This is wonderful. 🙂

    Reply
    • 11/15/2012
      Jane H-B

      Thanks, Lee. Glad you liked the Ken Kesey tribute.

      Reply

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