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Bastille Day

 

“Claude! Get your damn ass in here! When are you going to get yourself a damn answering service? I’m tired of being your unpaid Personal Assistant!”

Michelle was yelling at me. Nothing new in that. What was it about big sisters that made them so damn bossy? Scratch that: it was probably just women in general.

“I mean it, Claude. If you want to build up your business you’ve got to get yourself organised. I’m tired of taking messages for you. I’m running a fitness centre, not a damn dating agency!”

It was true, a large number of the people who tried to book me as their personal trainer were women. Though I say it myself, I get more than my share of interested looks and a lot of women give me their cell phone numbers. But I’m not dumb enough to mix business with pleasure, even though some of my clients are so hot they could melt glass.

One of the reason my sister gets so many messages for me is that I never give out my cell phone number. My family have it, which means Michelle and her husband Stu, our mom who’s retired to Arizona and a few, serious clients.

Michelle and Stu manage a gym and fitness centre in downtown Seattle near to the Denny Triangle. They have five personal trainers on their books but since I arrived in town, I’ve been their top pro. No freakin’ surprise there. I was on the kick-boxing squad for the Beijing Olympics eighteen months ago. No, I didn’t get a medal but I came fifth, which is pretty damn good. Yeah, I’d have liked a medal: I’d have liked that a lot. But life is what happens while you’re making other plans – least, that’s what mom used to say. Get over it, get on with it: that’s what Claude Bastille says.

I lived out in LA for a couple of years and it was interesting working with actors bulking up to play roles in movies, but I’m a Seattle boy born and bred and I missed the rain. That probably sounds crazy but I’d had enough of an itinerant lifestyle, living out of a suitcase, following film productions on location. It sounds glamorous but it gets old pretty quick.

I’d been back in Seattle for three months and had got a pretty decent clientele. It worked well with Michelle and Stu: I brought clients to their gym; they recommended me to the pick of their members – people they knew who could pay my fees. I set my price high to weed out the wannabes; I didn’t waste my time on anyone who wasn’t going to be dedicated. But it had kind of worked against me: higher fees meant that the people who could afford me tended to be older guys – fat fuckers who spent too much of their time behind a desk and who thought working out once a week would be enough to ward off middle-aged spread.

I was beginning to think I’d made a mistake coming back here: I was bored and needed a new challenge. Yeah, I know: be careful what you wish for.

Michelle was sitting at her desk, up to her eyeballs in paperwork. It was one of the reasons that I had no interest in running my own gym. I didn’t want to get bogged down in First Aid, Health & Safety Certifications, employment records, staff appraisals… well, that wasn’t me.

She looked up and held out a piece of paper.

“Potential new client.”

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? You just took a number and said I’d call?”

I gazed at her with derision. That wasn’t like my feisty sister.

“You want me to come over there and whup your hide?”

I grinned back at her.

She huffed a few times and sucked on her teeth.

“I don’t know because this guy’s driver or bodyguard or whatever, was the one who came in: said his boss was looking for kickboxing training from you. He asked for you by name, Claude. Anyway, this guy, name of Taylor, just said for you to call to schedule an appointment. That clear enough for you? Oh, and by the way, he was a serious piece of muscle himself: and he was packing.”

I frowned at her.

“He had a gun?”

“Yes. So whoever this guy is, he must be pretty damn important. Could be a good client: so don’t dismiss this one out of hand.”

I sighed. I knew she was right, but I really didn’t want to pretend to train another flabby white guy who thought he was hardcore because he was working out with an ex-Olympic brother.

I decided I’d see him once and make up my own mind.

I picked up Michelle’s phone and she slapped my hand.

“Why aren’t you using your own damn phone! I have bills to pay!”

“Because I don’t want this security guy to have my cell number.”

“Hmm.”

I figured ‘hmm’ meant ‘ok use the damn phone but be quick about it’. I grinned while she sucked her teeth at me again, and I dialled the number I’d been given.

The call was answered immediately.

“Taylor.”

“This is Claude Bastille. I understand you have a client who wants a kickboxing trainer.”

“Yes. Are you available for a training session this evening?”

That was unexpected. What the hell: I happened to be available and no particular lady to let down, so I had nothing to lose.

“Sure. Any time after 6pm.”

“7pm. I’ll give you the address.”

“Woah, wait up? I don’t make house calls. If your client wants a training session, he’ll have to come to the Yasalta Fitness Center on Olive Way. I’ll book a private training room.”

“No, that’s not acceptable. We have a fully-equipped training room on site. Double your normal fee.”

I really hate fuckers like that: they think if they throw enough money, you’ll just roll over. Well, not me. That sort of assumption makes me stubborn. It must be in the genes: I blame our mom.

“No deal, man. If your boss isn’t prepared to come here, I’m not interested.”

There was a short pause and I could hear him having a conversation in the background. He was soon back on the phone.

“You terms are acceptable providing you agree to a security sweep prior to his arrival.”

Who was this mystery man – the fucking President? I didn’t think Michelle would be too happy at the idea of having armed heavies roaming around her gym. Maybe the muscle got the picture because he said,

“It’ll be discreet.”

“It had better be, or my sister will have your ass.”

I sensed the guy smiling on the other end of the phone. Oh yeah, he’d already met Michelle. At least he knew I wasn’t joking.

“No problem. 7pm.”

He cut the call and I realized I still didn’t know who the hell I was going to be seeing. Michelle raised her eyebrows and smirked at me.

 

I was doing some warm up stretches in the private training room I’d booked later that evening, when Michelle came storming in.

“Claude! What the hell is this? Mr Taylor here says you ok-ed it for him to do a security sweep of my gym.”

Aw hell, I forgot to tell her!

“Sorry, sis. It kinda slipped my mind. He said he’d be discreet.”

Michelle was right when she said this guy looked a serious piece of muscle. He could handle himself. I guessed he was ex-military. The buzz-cut gave it away. Myself, I have some seriously cool dreads – they’re kinda my thing.

I stood up and shook hands apologetically. Damn, he had a sharp suit. I’d have to ask him who his tailor was. Taylor’s tailor, yeah, yeah.

Muttering under breath in a way that made me think I hadn’t heard the last of this, Michelle took the Taylor guy to check out the building. While I was waiting for the all-clear, I headed out into the main fitness area.

A group of women in fancy schmancy aerobic outfits were giggling together. You see them in every gym in every city: just there to trim some fat and ogle anything male in a T-shirt. Gym bunnies. I turned to see who they were looking at this time. A tall guy I didn’t recognise was running on one of the machines. I could see why they were staring: he was a good-looking bastard with a lean, hard runner’s body, in a singlet and running shorts. He was definitely new: I would have remembered seeing him before, and that coppery hair of his was pretty distinctive.

If it bugged him that the women were blatantly staring at him, he didn’t show it, but he wasn’t encouraging them either. He was listening to his iPod and focussed on running. He had a long, loose gait and I could tell he ran regularly.

I looked around the gym to see if I could guess who was the Taylor guy’s boss. Nobody fit the bill and I was beginning to feel irritated. I hated people being late.

The guy on the running machine looked at his watch then over to me. He slowed his run then turned the machine off and sauntered over.

Aw, hell. I hoped he wasn’t going to make a pass at me. He was probably one of those guys who cruised gyms using his work-out sessions as a pick-up. He certainly wasn’t looking at the ladies and one or two of them were mighty fine.

Boy, did I ever get that wrong!

“Good evening, Mr Bastille. My name is Christian Grey. My driver Taylor booked an appointment with you for me.”

He held out his hand.

I was struck dumb. This was my appointment? He couldn’t have been more than about 25 or 26. How did he rate having his own personal security? And then his name sank in. Christian Grey. The Christian Grey and Bill Gates-type rich. Shit! He’s young. Younger than me! Bastard!

Grey stared at me impassively as I shook his hand but I could tell he was amused. He was probably used to people having that sort of reaction to him.

I understood the whole security thing now. The guy was a billionaire. And it wasn’t inherited money: he’d done it all himself. This guy must have cojones the size of watermelons.

Time to be professional.

“So, Mr Grey, I understand you want to learn kickboxing?”

“Well, I want to continue studying, yes.”

“I see. What level did you get to?”

“I did a couple of smoker fights but strictly amateur. I trained with Matt Peters.”

That surprised me. This was definitely looking more interesting. If this guy could handle himself the way I thought he might, it would actually make an enjoyable change training with him. And I couldn’t wait to kick him on his smug ass.

“Let’s make a start then, Mr Grey. I’ve reserved a private training room.”

I cast an eye over the flock of women who were still staring.

“Good,” he said, without looking at them.

I went to change into my sweats and peered through the training room window. The Taylor guy had positioned himself outside. Inside Grey was doing a set of warm-up stretches. I was impressed: the guy was pretty limber.

He looked up expectantly as I walked in and stood up in one smooth move.

“Ok, we’ll do a ten minutes of warm-ups; ten minutes of reps; twenty minutes of training so I can see where you’re at; fifteen minutes of sparring, maybe; and five minutes of warm downs.”

I didn’t wait for him to agree. This was my training room and I was in charge. I thought he might try and argue but he just nodded and waited for his first instruction. That really surprised me. I’ve trained a lot of powerful guys from movie stars to state senators and they all had one thing in common: they wanted to be the ones to call the shots, and they could get pretty damned worked up when I set the pace. Grey was different.

I was certainly right about how fit this guy was; in fact I’d go so far as to say he was only slightly less fit than some of the guys I’d trained with on the Olympic squad. He had no problem with the warm-ups or reps but when it came to the training I could see he was slightly out of practice. His moves were a little slow, and too obviously telegraphed. He was good, but I was better. And if this guy wanted me to seriously train him, I wanted to know how he’d react when I showed that I was better than him, the superior fighter. Some guys can’t take it.

He moved in with a quick jab. I blocked it easily then whipped my left leg round catching him in the hip.

He went down but turned it into a break-roll. He stood up, breathing hard and rubbing his side.

“Fuck! I had that coming! I’ve got so fucking slow!”

He was angry, but at himself. Yeah, I can work this guy. I grinned at him.

“Not bad. When was the last time you sparred seriously?”

“A couple of years ago. Taylor’s thing is more regular boxing.”

He shrugged.

We sparred for another ten minutes and then worked through the warm downs.

“Well, Mr Grey, how was that for you?”

He grinned at me. “Good, until you kicked me on my ass!”

“Yeah, well, if you want to me to do it again, I can schedule a weekly appointment for you here.”

He frowned.

“No offence to your sister, Mr Bastille, but I’d rather train in my own building where it’s… private.”

I sighed. “Like I told your man, Taylor, I don’t do house-calls.”

“I appreciate that, but I’d like you to at least consider it. I have a private gym in my office building. And I’d like to schedule daily appointments – not just once a week.”

My mouth fell open in surprise. I figured a guy like Grey, busy running his billionaire empire, wouldn’t have the time or inclination to train every day.

“Not weekends,” he said. “I’m… busy on weekends.”

Figured. He probably had a girlfriend – or boyfriend – to see to his needs then. I was pretty good at reading people, but I couldn’t read Grey. At least not yet.

I made a decision: the truth was I’d really enjoyed sparring with him. It made a change to train someone who actually presented something of a challenge. Most of clients were just after general fitness training and liked the idea of having ex-Olympian do it. Grey wanted more. I was definitely in the market for more.

“Ok, I’ll come and see your gym. If it checks out, I guess I can work from there.”

He held out his hand.

“Thank you, Mr Bastille.”

 

Of course, his gym was top of the range. There was nothing left for me to complain about.

We began our five-times-a-week training schedule the next day. Except for when he was away on business, he never cancelled. I wondered how he managed to fit in everything else he did along with running his company – organisation and discipline are obviously important to him. The more I found out about him, the more extraordinary he seemed. I got the impression he didn’t need much sleep: probably as little as four hours a night. Damn, I loved sleeping.

Taylor was usually there when I arrived for our sessions. Sometimes I could see that he’d been working out himself. He didn’t talk much but he was 100% loyal to Grey. It was no shit off my shovel: I wasn’t there to chat.

One day Grey came into the training session still yelling at someone on his Blackberry.

“What the fuck are you talking about? That is such fucking shit! I said no: tell them to pull their fingers out or I’ll come down there and do it for them – then fire the fuckers.”

He threw his cell phone onto the floor in disgust. I’d never seen him lose it before. He was always such an in control kind of guy. I realized that he’d only shown me one side to himself before; there was a lot more under the surface.

That evening we really went at it and he came close to landing me on my ass but I just managed to avoid him. He had a look in his eye that I’d never seen before: totally driven. It was part of what made him so successful, I guess. But he still couldn’t beat me and I could see that it frustrated the hell out of him.

“Fuck it!” he yelled.

I couldn’t help smirking at him. For a moment I thought he was going to lose it and I’ve have to knock him back for real, but then he grinned at me.

“I have to play fucking golf tomorrow,” he said. “What a fucking waste of time.”

It was the first time I’d ever heard him say anything the least bit personal in three months of seeing him almost every day.

“You don’t like golf? So why play it?”

He shrugged. “A lot of business is done on the fairways.”

That was true.

I spent a lot of time at Rainier, a challenging 18-hole course, and also at West Seattle.

“We should play a round some time, Grey,” I said cordially.

He raised his eyebrows. “You play golf? You like golf?”

I laughed at his expression. “Sure. You should check out my handicap. I could probably help you improve your game.”

“Fuck!” he laughed. “You kick my ass in here – you may as well kick it out on the greens too. I bet Giuseppe DeNatale doesn’t play golf,” he murmured to himself.

I smiled: there weren’t many of clients who could take a beating without sulking about it. I found myself looking forward to seeing what Grey could do on a Links course.

He arranged for us to meet at the Ritz of Washington golf clubs: a challenging par 71 layout, with amazing views of the Cascade mountain range. In one way I wasn’t surprised: it was a top quality course and sometimes used in pro-am series. It cost thousands to be a member and you couldn’t even get to be a member unless your great, great grandaddy had been a member. When I’d looked around some while back, it had all been very polite but I’d got the impression that a black guy with dreads was not the kind of member they were looking for. So it amused me to see the same fuckers kowtowing to me now that I was with Grey. Amused me and made me pissed, too. I wondered whether Grey had chosen the place deliberately. It would be his sort of play.

I wasn’t surprised to see that Grey wasn’t bad at golf: his drive was good and his putting was adequate, but unlike the kickboxing, I could tell he wasn’t really into it. I was also surprised that he introduced me to a number of the influential names we met out there. He didn’t even say I was his trainer; he just introduced me as Mr Claude Bastille, which I thought was kinda cool.

Of course, I whupped his ass out on the fairways, too, but it didn’t bother him like it did when he had a bad day kickboxing.

Thanks to his introductions, I was getting more offers of work than I could handle and today I was having to reschedule one of our appointments. As I was in the area, I decided to wander into Grey House and talk to the delectable Andrea Parker in person. She acted like the ice queen but I could tell she was into me. I was seriously thinking about asking her out and risk mixing a little business with pleasure. But, to my surprise, she told me Grey was free and I was to go on in and see him.

“Hey, Grey! How you doing, man?”

“Good thanks, Claude. Andrea says you’re rescheduling our appointment tomorrow.”

“Sure, but it’s just a one-off: you’re not the only one who’s getting famous, man!”

He shook his head and hid a smile. Then he groaned.

“Fucking reporters: I’ve got one coming to see me now. Why the fuck I agreed to this…”

“Cos you’re getting soft, man. I whupped you in the gym and I whupped you on the fairways.”

He threw me an irritated look but I could tell he was amused, too. I figured not too many people stood up to him.

We shook hands and I walked out of his office to try my luck with the ice queen.

“Golf this week, Grey?” I called over my shoulder.

“Fuck off, Bastille.”

I hear him mutter under his breath and I can’t help smiling.

Unfortunately the delectable Ms Parker isn’t alone. Olivia looks like she’s been drinking entirely too much coffee and there’s a cute little brunette sitting in the waiting area. Damn, she’s got the most amazing blue eyes! Pity she dresses like a student. I figure she must be the journalist Grey was talking about. She looks so nervous. Poor kid; he’ll eat her for breakfast.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” I smile at them.

I try to get Andrea’s attention but she’s looking at the kid.

“Mr Grey will see you now, Miss Steele,” she says.

The girl leaps up like she’s been electrocuted. Oh well, I’ll talk to Ms Parker next week.

 

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92 Comments Post a comment
  1. 09/7/2012
    t

    Well, now that is a lovely way to wake up in the morning! A one-shot! Keep up the great work…

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    • 09/7/2012
      sunandsurf

      Thanks, t!

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  2. 09/7/2012
    Sonya

    Oh, Snap! Wasn’t expecting THIS!! What a super awesome gift! Claude’s perspective!! How tres kewl is that! And, thanks to the Blog Master for the hot shot of him to start the delectable one-shot!! Someone who’s also in awe of Christian but able to keep it in check and give him what he needs. I think he and Taylor could be great buds.

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    • 09/7/2012
      sunandsurf

      Now THAT would be a fun one-shot: Claude and Taylor going for a drink together!!

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      • 09/7/2012
        Nan Virden

        Yes! How cool would that be!

      • 09/8/2012
        Sonya

        Ooohhh… I think you’re on to something there! Imagine being around all that testosterone! I’d think I died and went to heaven!

      • 09/8/2012
        sunandsurf

        You want to be their lap dancer?

      • 09/8/2012
        Sonya

        Wouldn’t I??? They wouldn’t soon forget it….. well, maybe they would, but I wouldn’t! 😉

      • 09/9/2012
        sunandsurf

        Nope, reckon you’d be unforgettable!

  3. 09/7/2012
    Karena

    What a cliff hanger.. You can’t make this a one shot.. I want more!,,, Kudos Jane, excellent story

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    • 09/7/2012
      sunandsurf

      Ha! Well, I guess there’s the story from when he starts training Ana prior to her wedding…

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      • 09/7/2012
        Brooke

        That would be another great one-shot. Since Ana hates to workout, what would that session be like. Ooooh, I wonder….

      • 09/8/2012
        sunandsurf

        Yeah, and Claude is a bit of a ladies’ man!

      • 09/7/2012
        Sophie Fitzherbert

        Hi Jane! How have you been?
        I didn’t expect this one shot and as always you did great. I like how you worked it right where Christian and Ana first met. And I must agree that you should do a story on Ana’s training. How she hates exercising and how it went up with Claude! Can’t wait for the next chapters. The new Flynn chapter was great, too! You’re the best Jane! Good day.

      • 09/8/2012
        sunandsurf

        Thanks, Sophie. Ya don’t see Claude trying it on with the ice queen? He thinks he’s the king of cool but Andrea is a tough cookie. Ya never know!

      • 09/8/2012
        Sophie Fitzherbert

        Oohhh… Ladies man and Ice Queen, quite a pair! But I don’t think if Grey would be okay with that… but who knows, right! And include Stephan, his pilot, on the drinking session.

      • 09/9/2012
        sunandsurf

        Bad, bad girl. Ok, Stephan, too!

      • 09/8/2012
        Karena

        Ohhhhh that would be superb, :0)

      • 09/9/2012
        sunandsurf

        😉

  4. 09/7/2012
    Née

    I never even thought about what Claude’s POV would be like. This is really good! Glad you posted it. I’m really looking forward to more of “fifty shades of Taylor” and “fifty shades of twentys”. You really are a fantastic writer…keep it up 🙂 You should do a one-shot in Elena’s POV of how she really felt after calling Christian to find out that Ana left him. Deep down I know Elena was pleased that Ana was out of Christians life so she could try to get her hands on him herself. Just a thought and I apologize for the length 🙂

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    • 09/7/2012
      sunandsurf

      Hi again, Née! Elena was sooo happy when Ana left. But I’m not sure I want to spend much time in her head to write her pov. I’ll think about it… I did have fun writing a bit of Claude though.

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      • 09/7/2012
        Sophie Fitzherbert

        Ditto! Elena is not a happy subject. Besides she showed her real color in the end. Just saying.

  5. 09/7/2012
    Doris

    What a great one shot! I loved it. Loved the way you worked it right up to Christian meeting Ana for the first time – Clever girl! Damn, you are so good at what you do.

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    • 09/7/2012
      sunandsurf

      Aw, shucks! Ta!

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  6. 09/7/2012
    Nan Virden

    So Claude’s point of view huh? How interesting ! Clever, very clever. Always wondered how the two of them met. Now I needn’t any longer! I’ve never appreciated a blog more. Hmm, I wonder who’s next…

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    • 09/7/2012
      sunandsurf

      Who would you like, Nan?

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      • 09/7/2012
        Brooke

        I know you asked Nan, but I must chime in, how about Ros?

      • 09/8/2012
        sunandsurf

        You’re right, Brooke. Ros deserves her own story line. I’ve got a few others in mind first, but I won’t forget dear Ros.

      • 09/7/2012
        Nan Virden

        I agree with Brook. It should be Ros or Sawyer.

      • 09/8/2012
        sunandsurf

        Ok. Ros it is. But I promised Ebonie a one shot, too. Gotta get that in first.

      • 09/9/2012
        Nan Virden

        Here’s one though we only hear his name once or twice but how about Issac, Elena’s sub? Get his opinion on the bitch troll. 😀

      • 09/9/2012
        sunandsurf

        Ooh, Nan! That is a great idea! It’s on the list.

  7. 09/7/2012
    christina

    Loved how you worked Ana in at the end, your stories are so creative. It was nice meeting Claude Bastille and seeing his perspective on Christian.

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    • 09/7/2012
      sunandsurf

      Ah, thanks, Christina. Yes, a little nod to sweet Ana at the end.

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  8. 09/7/2012
    Chris L

    Fun. And very well done as always. Great picture too. Thank you for an earlier morning treat before my youngest and I head off to school (him) and work (me).

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  9. 09/7/2012
    Gunchsmom

    Great picture, GREAT title, Great story, GREAT writer!!!

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  10. 09/7/2012
    Lillimarlene

    That was fun, thank you and many thanks to the Blog Master for the gorgeous illustration, that really added to my breakfast treat. I wouldn’t mind a one shot of Ana’s pre wedding training schedule.

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  11. 09/7/2012
    debbie xx

    that was fab . glad u posted this , i wanted to kow how he meet christian , xx

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  12. 09/7/2012
    Vikki

    Fantastic writing I love how he gets only a few mentions in the books and you have brought Claude to life. (with BM’s image he has suddenly become very real..lol)While i’m massaging your ego are we ever gonna get a Jose one shot?

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  13. 09/7/2012
    Bing

    Ah, Claude Bastille, the forgotten character in the book. Nice one, Miss J!

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  14. 09/7/2012
    claire

    wow really good I enjoyed reading from claude perspective 😀 You should deffo do another.

    I would love to see claude’s reaction to Ana while training – I can imagine him underestimating her by showing her something simple and easy and her totally showing him up. now that would be fun 😀

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    • 01/16/2013
      Lexi

      *gasp* I would LOVE to see that, as well. It would be so funny and, as always, creative.

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  15. 09/7/2012
    Vicki

    Awesome as usual …. Thankyou

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  16. 09/7/2012
    Jennifer

    Claude surely has his work cut out for him……miss Taylor though!

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  17. 09/7/2012
    Dina

    GREAT! I’m finding myself wanting to learn to kick-box…but just from Claude. he sounds yummy! Thank you!

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  18. 09/7/2012
    Brooke

    That was a great one-shot. I like Claude. He seems like he can be a good friend to Christian, even though he works for him. It’s funny how you never. Ention the other girls (subs) Claude trains for Christian. Great story non the less.

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  19. 09/7/2012
    Carol

    Great story..I was hoping that it was the day he met Ana toward the end!! Excellent story telling. You are developing the characters beautifully. Love, love!!

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    • 09/8/2012
      sunandsurf

      Thanks, Carol. Just a bit of fun.

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  20. 09/7/2012
    Sophie Fitzherbert

    Andrea and Claude? Well, that’s kinda odd. (;

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  21. 09/7/2012
    SarahB

    I know it’s a one-off but I’d love to see another Claude story – intriguing!

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    • 09/8/2012
      sunandsurf

      Quite a few people have suggested (that’s you MKRIDER) that Claude, Taylor and Flynn should all go for a drink for Christian’s bachelor party. Maybe Mac from the boat, too. The alcohol is flowing and they’re all relating Christian stories. Now THAT would be a good one shot!

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      • 09/9/2012
        BLC

        And how!

      • 09/9/2012
        sunandsurf

        Thanks!

      • 01/16/2013
        L

        Please make a one-shot story of that. I can imagine it be interesting and funny.

  22. 09/7/2012
    Cath

    another great story, thank you. I just love how you get each character’s POV so right. Looking forward to ‘more’….lol 🙂

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    • 09/8/2012
      sunandsurf

      Thanks, Cath. I get so fascinated by the minor characters.

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  23. 09/7/2012
    Jackie

    love it, glad you put claude in the mix !! :):)

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    • 09/8/2012
      sunandsurf

      Ah good! And he photographs well, doncha think?

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  24. 09/7/2012
    Claire5ca

    great chapter!!! Loved reading about Claude and of course the picture wasn’t too bad to look at either!!!

    I look forward to everything you write! You are an amazing writer!

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    • 09/8/2012
      sunandsurf

      Thanks so much, Claire. The pic was chosen by The Blog Mistress. It’s a hard life.

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  25. 09/7/2012
    Jamoca

    OOOOOH…..a chocolate nugget! Thank you for the Ode Jane ;0)

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    • 09/8/2012
      sunandsurf

      You’re very welcome, honey 😉 Maybe a one shot where Claude is interviewed by a mysterious journalist whose pen name is Jamoca?

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      • 09/9/2012
        Jamoca

        yum yum! I taste,,,ooops i meant smell a hit…:)

      • 09/9/2012
        sunandsurf

        You’r sooo bad, Jamoca! I do love that!

  26. 09/7/2012
    Dawn

    Awesome!! As usual!

    Reply
    • 09/8/2012
      sunandsurf

      Aw, shucks. You’ll make me blush!

      Reply
      • 09/8/2012
        Dawn

        You can blush all you want as long as you keep writing!! I love ALL of your stories.

      • 09/9/2012
        sunandsurf

        Aw, shucks.

  27. 09/7/2012
    BLC

    Very nice one-shot. A nice way to start my day earlier. I haven’t thought about it much, but there are a lot of people in the story you can expound on, and it will be interesting to see who you choose next (I personally am hoping for some of Leila’s thoughts when you get to that point)

    As always (for me, anyway)-can’t wait for more of Christian’s story.

    Reply
    • 09/8/2012
      sunandsurf

      I was thinking maybe something on Mac from the boat. He’d have an interesting story coming from Northern Ireland.

      Reply
  28. 09/8/2012

    Ohh I loved it… Claude and Andrea… nice

    Reply
    • 09/8/2012
      sunandsurf

      They both like a challenge 😉

      Reply
  29. 09/8/2012
    Sue

    Can’t thank you enough for this one! I’ve been fascinated by Claude since that very first chapter all those months ago. Just love how you keep exploring the different characters and enriching the story. Never mi
    nd the picture….WOW is all I can say about that x x

    Reply
    • 09/9/2012
      sunandsurf

      The Blog Mistress had the difficult job of choosing the pic. Mine was the easy bit. Claude is fun to write!

      Reply
  30. 09/8/2012
    Kim

    Loved it. Is three any chance this is not one shot story???? Thank you. I love your writing. Fun and refreshing!

    Reply
    • 09/9/2012
      sunandsurf

      Well, let’s just say Claude will ride again… 😉

      Reply
  31. 09/9/2012
    Susan R Ladd

    Thanks! Loved hearing about Claude! You are very talented. Here’s an idea… I’d love to hear about Ana’s relationship with Carla’s 2nd husband. Keep ’em coming, please! I so look forward to finding a new episode!
    Susan R

    Reply
    • 09/10/2012
      sunandsurf

      Hi Susan, yes, something definitely went on there and I hope Christian never finds out what it is or ‘Steve’ is a goner.

      Reply
      • 01/16/2013
        rachel

        Woah, already sounds interesting. Please, write just that. with the story!

  32. 09/12/2012
    Norma

    This was great. Love these.

    Reply
    • 09/13/2012
      sunandsurf

      Ta 😉

      Reply
  33. 09/23/2012
    Dw

    Mr Bastille, eh?
    Jane – how come that each and every time you try a new ‘voice’ it sounds just so … right?
    TBM – the visual you supplied – priceless and oh, so … right to get us to the mood for this tale. Thanx, xxx

    Great story (I fell in love with Claude’s mom – she must be quite a character :D. I don’t know why but I picture her as great cook preparing some tasty Creole dish, lecturing her kids on life and it’s ups and downs).
    Now: Nordic Ice Queen and Chocolate Nugget (I do love Jamoca’s comments 😉 ) – what a delightful idea… Hope to hear a bit more on that if/when you do another Claude’s one-shot.
    I do like it so much how love seems to blossom around CG …

    Dw (Dorota)

    Reply
  34. 10/26/2012
    Annie

    Love this one!

    Reply
    • 10/28/2012
      Jane H-B

      Thank you. I’m very fond of Claude.

      Reply
  35. 11/6/2012
    Judy

    I like this one too,you are a fascinating author…thank you

    Reply
    • 11/7/2012
      Jane H-B

      Gosh, thank you, Judy. Appreciate that.

      Reply
  36. 01/16/2013
    Lexi

    This story was really good. I love how you piece in the puzzle, that is Fifty Shades of Grey. Interesting to know about Claude since he’s not discussed much in the book. Maybe a story about Ana and Claude meeting? Since Christian wanted it. Also interesting to hear more of Claude’s intake of Ana, maybe? I didn’t expect Ana to be in the story. Well, kind of. But still loved it. Thank you. keep more coming, please and thank you.

    Reply
  37. 02/2/2013
    Chris L

    Hey Jane, I love this story and have since I first saw it on another fanfiction site, however. … I was recently rereading some of my favorities of your writing. Its something I enjoy doing and often need to do because my condition has left me with memory problems. Anyway the first chapter of Taylor and Bastille day don’t match. In Taylor, Claude’s already in place as personal trainer according to Gail. Whereas in Bastille Day the story begins with Taylor contacitn Claude for Christian. Personally I like the Bastille Day version better.

    Reply
  38. 02/23/2013
    Linda

    Love Bastille Day…can we have more?

    Reply
    • 02/23/2013
      Chris L

      Claude and Ana training perhaps? Once Anais pregnant I suspect Christian would REALLY want to involve himself in her training and share ALL he has read about pregnancy and post partum fitness with Claude. lol

      Reply
      • 02/24/2013
        Jane H-B

        Oh, dear God! Can you imagine! With his photographic memory, it would be a nightmare! I have a feeling Ana would be putting on her Domme hat and reminding CG that it’s still her body. She can be pretty feisty! jx

    • 02/24/2013
      Jane H-B

      Loving the love, Linda! Thank you. I don’t have any plans for Claude at the moment, but if you have something particular in mind, do let me know! Ta, jx

      Reply

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