Chapter 09: Fight Club

The boss is smiling. That’s gotta hurt.

I’ve just come back from dropping Ana at work. Clint Bowyer has nothing on me as I cut through the morning rush-hour traffic and slid to a halt outside SIP.

Ana looked a little pale. Well, she always looks pale – I don’t think it was my driving; she’s not that much of a girl. I didn’t even do a handbrake turn – not a donut in sight. I put it down to the fact that she didn’t get much sleep last night.

I heard the boss screaming in the early hours, but I figured Ana could handle it. She’s been handling a lot lately; I hope she doesn’t break. But she’s a helluva lot tougher than she looks, Miss Steele. Like Gail. My Gail.

Jeez, I can’t believe she finally said ‘yes’! Wow, married. Again. Forever, this time. I can’t wait to tell Sophie. Shit, I suppose I’ll have to tell the ex-bitch. I mean, she’s still a bitch, but she’s my ex-b… Whatever.

But my good mood fades when I remember I have to hand in my resignation this morning, despite Gail trying to persuade me otherwise; I know it’s the right thing to do. It’s the only thing to do. I never thought I’d say it, but I’m going to miss working here.

I’m momentarily distracted by the thought that it’s weird Grey not going to work on a week day; makes me feel like I’m cutting school, too. At least I’m suited and booted; the boss is loafing about in old jeans. Weird, Part Deux. But he’s in his office, so I take a deep breath and knock on the door.

He looks up. “Taylor?”

“Sir: about yesterday… the Williams woman…”

“Yes?”

I take a step inside.

“She should never have got into Miss Steele’s apartment. It shouldn’t have happened. And she got in here, too. I apologize unreservedly and…” here goes, “I wish to offer my resignation. Forthwith.” I may be a pussy, but I can still do big words.

He stares at me, then rubs his face tiredly.

“Take a seat, Taylor,” he says, waving his hand at the spare chair.

“I’d rather stand, sir.”

He frowns. “Fine. I’m not accepting your resignation.” He pauses. “Was there anything else?”

My jaw is hanging so far open, the boss can probably see my tonsils.

“Sir?” I croak, but in a manly way.

“I don’t accept your resignation. Leila – Miss Williams – she’s clever, manipulative and I was the one who let her into my life – into Miss Steele’s life. I don’t blame you for what happened. It was…” he shrugs, “inevitable.”

“But… safety was compromised. When I saw the gun…”

A look of horror repressed shivers across his face.

“I’ll be leaving for Grey House in 30 minutes,” he snaps. And his gaze flicks back to his computer screen.

“Yes, sir.” Over and fucking out.

I walk away dazed and a little confused.

Gail is waiting for me.

“Well?”

“He wouldn’t accept my resignation…” I mumble, scratching the back of my head with my thumb.

Gail smiles. “Of course he wouldn’t.”

“But…”

“He values you, Jason. Like I do. Well, not exactly like I do,” she smiles. “At least I hope not!”

“But…”

“So, whatever you say, you’re staying.”

“Is anyone going to let me finish a senten…”

“No. And Ana wouldn’t want you to go either, Future Husband.”

She kisses me, effectively putting an end to my arguments, the verbal ones anyway; the mental ones continue to torture me.

I think about her words throughout the day. Why would Grey want me to stay after I’ve fucked up? I wonder briefly if it’s because I know so much about him – all his dirty little secrets; all his dirty little women. But that’s not it, I know it. Grey would hand me my balls on a plate before he let that happen, but what worries me more is that Gail would help him. No, the only answer that I can come up with is that Grey blames himself more than he blames me. He said it in his office: he was the one who let Leila into his life. But I should have kept her out.

I shake my head hard enough to rearrange my brain cells: hell, if I don’t stop this self-flagellation it’ll be me screaming about my demons in the middle of the night.

And I start to breathe easier.

I call Welch for an update: Grey is proceeding with his intention to purchase the freehold estate of Ana’s apartment building – well, Miss Kavanagh’s apartment building. Then it’ll be secured with a state-of-the-art security system. I wouldn’t be surprised if the boss doesn’t add DNA-fingerprinting to the security’s must-have list. Nah, probably just retinal scanning. Huh, the Etruscans used to use the intestines of animals to predict the future. Kind of like playing the stock markets – I reckon Grey might go for that. And I can guarantee it’ll be the only mid-price apartment building in the Pike Market District with that level of protection. Ana will figure it out in about 20 seconds. I wonder how much longer after that it’ll take her to rip the boss a new one. I give him 10 seconds – unless he can seduce her first. It’s even money at the moment.

Welch also informs me that the Williams woman is being held at a secure psychiatric facility on the outskirts of the city. She’ll be under surveillance, of course. Now she’s out of the way, I can feel a micron of sympathy for her. She looked so broken.

And I know how easy it is for that thin veneer of self to be fractured: I’ve seen it happen. None of us know how far we can be pushed, how much can be taken from us, before we snap – the elastic shield that protects the core of a person. Do I know? Does Grey? Do any of us?

I told Ana that Grey was a good man. Why do I still think that after everything I’ve seen and heard? Easy. Psychology 101: because I’ve seen the face of evil – and it’s not Grey. No, not him.

The rest of the day passes quietly, for which I’m eternally grateful. Working for the Master of Misery is draining.

Gail texts me, and her message makes me smile – either that or my face just got cramp. We talked last night, and in view of the boss’s declaration to Ana, we’re keeping our own news to ourselves. Suits me – it’s no-one else’s business. Of course, I’ll have to tell Grey eventually – maybe in a few days when things are calmer – and when Gail and I can work out a free afternoon to get married.

I don’t need anything big: been there, done that. The ex-bitch was dressed in enough white lace to make curtains for a retirement village, and her relatives drank themselves into a blind stupor. The after-dinner speeches turned into an after-dinner free-for-all: ex-bitch’s relatives 0: Marines 3.

And then I wonder if Gail would like a big wedding. I don’t think so, but women and weddings are a strange and mysterious alchemy. Damn it: I’ll have to be nice to Gail’s sister.

Barney stumbles into my office – literally falls on his ass – and lies there, blinking up at my ceiling, interrupting my musings on whether or not there’s a word that describes homicide of a sister-in-law.

“Huh, that plaster looks kind of Bosonic. Cool.”

“Lying down on the job again, Barney?”

He sits up and blinks as if he’s surprised to see me sitting at my desk in my office on a work day.

“Hey, Mr. T. Nice suit.”

“Something you wanted to tell me, Barney?”

“Oh sure. Argon suppression system has been installed. We’ll be coordinating an isolated test over the weekend. Mr. Welch has vetted the technical staff and there haven’t been any alerts: I’ll need limited access for staff – argon is 38% denser than air – I don’t want any but authorized personnel or they could be accidentally asphyxiated: that would be a bummer.”

“I’ll see to it, Barney.”

“Thanks, Mr. T.”

“Make it so.”

He blinks again, smiles, and gives me a Vulcan salute.

I think I made his day.

Andrea calls me to say that Grey is leaving at six.

Since Ana came into his life, we’ve both been leaving the office a lot earlier. I could get used to that.

Traffic is light and we get to SIP a couple of minutes before 6.15pm. The light is soft and still bright, and pavement cafés are filling up with friends meeting, and people stopping for a coffee or a beer on their way home. The season for sitting outdoors is short in Seattle – so we make the most of it. Okay, damn it, I admit it. I’m so fucking happy I think I just heard birds singing. What the hell is happening to me?

The boss is smiling so much he could be auditioning for a toothpaste advertisement. Fuck, I need sunglasses.

The building door opens and I see Ana. Her eyes are wide, the pupils dilated – and then she collapses.

Adrenaline shoots through me, spurring my body to speed. I’m out of the car so fast, I leave my breath behind. Grey is right beside me and skids to a halt, sinking to his knees at her feet.

“Ana! Ana! What’s wrong?”

She doesn’t respond, her face frozen with fear.

What happened? What the fuck happened to her? Ana!

Grey shakes her gently, an edge of desperation in his touch.

“Ana, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

We both scan her body for any signs of injury. I can’t see any blood – that’s good.

“Jack,” she whispers shakily.

That fucker!

An icy fury surges through me and I fight to keep it in check. I look at Grey and we exchange a look laced with meaning. He nods jerkily, and the dogs of war are unleashed.

Hyde is going down.

I rip open the building’s front door and race inside. But I don’t need to hunt down the bastard scum: he’s right in front of me.

He’s cupping his balls, a look of pain painted across his face. But when he sees me his lip curls.

“You! I knew I’d seen you before. You’re with him, with that fucking bitch! She assaulted me! She kicked me in the balls! I’m going to fire her ass. You tell him! She’s history! She’s finished! I’ll tell everyone that she’s a fucking little whore who came onto me and…”

I reach my limit and control flies away.

I slice the blunt edge of my hand against his windpipe and watch as the oxygen ceases to enter his lungs. His face turns red, then purple, his breath attempting to bubble up through the constriction.

Just a little more force and his windpipe would have been crushed. Perhaps I have more control than I thought. I watch dispassionately as he struggles to breathe, his lips turning blue, and he sinks to his knees. My humanitarian urges win over and I kick him in the guts, taking pleasure in hearing his breath whoosh out of his lungs. See, I’m helping: he’s breathing again. Well, gasping.

His body curls into a tight ball. It’s a tricky angle, but while he’s down I rabbit-punch his left kidney. He shrieks wordlessly. I hit him again and the sound cuts off.

I crouch down next to him.

“You’ve fucked up, Hyde. Big time. Grey owns this company; he owns your sorry ass.”

Hyde blinks up at me, tears leaking from his eyes, snot dribbling from his nostrils.

“He gave you a chance: he does that – gives people chances. Even though he knew about you and your other assistants…”

His eyes open wide in horror, then something dark passes behind them and the wall comes down. He looks away.

“Grey gave you the benefit of the doubt, because he’s a good man. You’re nothing; you’re less than nothing. Even if you knew that you were nothing that would be something, but you don’t. Now, listen carefully, I’m only going to say this once because unlike Grey, I don’t give second chances: you fucking touch Miss Steele again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

I kick him the ribs to emphasize my point, then stand back.

“Now get the fuck up.”

From my peripheral vision, I see Grey crashing into the lobby. His face is twisted with anger and his eyes are dark, feral, burning with fury. His fists are clenched and I can see that he wants to throw himself at Hyde. Yeah, I’d like to see that. Except I can’t. It’s my job to keep him safe and I’m very good at my job. Well, I used to be. And I can’t let the boss risk everything he’s worked for on this sorry sack of shit.

I stand in front of Grey and put my hands up in a warning.

“No, sir,” I say, calmly. “I’ve taken care of that. Be the CEO. Hand him his ass on a fucking silver plate.”

Grey’s breath comes in shuddering gasps and he holds himself rigidly, but I can see the force of my words sinking through him. Control: that’s what he does best.

Grey breathes deeply and I watch the steely coldness fill him.

“Gross. Moral. Turpitude,” he spits out. “To wit: ‘conduct that is considered contrary to community standards of justice, honesty or good morals’. That applies to you, Hyde. You assaulted a female member of staff; you threatened her with the termination of her contract if she did not offer you…” the words stick in his throat, “sexual favors; you sexually harassed and assaulted Miss Steele – she is considering pressing charges.”

We both know she won’t, but that’s beside the point.

“I deem you a danger to female staff in this building. You will leave immediately. You will not return. You will be paid up until today. You will not receive severance pay. You will not receive a notice period. You will not receive a reference and I will make it my professional duty to inform any future employer of the reason for your sudden departure.”

Hyde is so screwed.

We’re interrupted by the building’s sorry security. I narrow my eyes at him. Where the fuck were you ten minutes ago when Miss Steele was being assaulted?

He opens his eyes wide and his hand moves towards his hip. Too fucking slow.

I take two steps towards him. “Mr Grey’s personal protection,” I snap, handing him my business card. “Mr Grey is the owner of SIP, and this piece of shit,” I point to Hyde, “has just had his ass fired for assault on a female member of staff.”

The man straightens up.

“Good.”

Okay, wasn’t expecting that reply.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, Mr…” he looks down at my card, “Taylor: I’m glad you caught him. I had my suspicions but the bastard was clever. None of the others…” he clears his throat and looks at me sideways, “none of the other ladies would say a word. Not to me. I mean, I suspected… and they were nice girls, but they never said nothing. I’m glad you’ve got him.”

He spits on the floor. Charming.

“Good riddance to bad rubbish.”

I study the man’s face for any signs of brown-nosing or self-justification, but all I see is a personal sense of justice done. I scan his name-badge.

“Thank you, Stanlawski. Then please escort this shit-bag to his office so he can clear his desk. Make sure he doesn’t touch anything else. He’s not to turn on his computer; he’s not to print out any files; he’s not to take any company files with him; he’s not to remove any flashdrives or computer disks or any company property; he’s not to go to the fucking bathroom by himself – understand; he touches nothing belonging to SIP: personal effects only.”

“Yes, sir. My pleasure, sir.”

He leads Hyde away and I turn my attention to Grey.

“Sir, we need to get copies of the CCTV tapes. You won’t want anyone else to see him… assaulting Miss Steele.”

His jaw clenches and his eyes flash dangerously.

“Do it.”

“Barney needs to know,” I add, quietly.

“Fuck!”

He pulls out his cell and calls Sullivan.

A quarter-of-an-hour later, we’re finished.

Stanislawski escorts Hyde back down to the lobby. I go through the box of his personal effects and empty his pockets, too. The search is deliberately humiliating. Good.

Hyde remains emotionless, but his eyes flicker constantly between me and Grey; he doesn’t speak again.

“We’re done, sir,” I say to the boss, quietly.

He turns around and faces us, wielding Hyde’s guilt like a branding iron.

“You won’t hurt any more women.”

And I wonder if the boss is talking about Hyde or himself.

Stanislawski escorts Hyde from the building and I walk out with Grey. Ana’s in the front passenger seat of the Audi, so he’s going to drive, of course.

I watch Hyde crawl into his cab, like the bottom-feeding scum-sucker he is. I wish I could have kicked the shit out of him and made him eat it. I’d like to have beaten his teeth into his skull. I’d like to have broken every bone in his sick, loathsome body.

It’s a good thing I don’t have anger management issues.

The car phone rings. Barney is on the case. That kid might be all kinds of strange, but he knows his fucking job.

“Sir, it’s done, but I need to talk to you about what else I found on Mr. Hyde’s computer,” he says, nervously.

What the fuck? The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I glance at Ana; she looks blank and oblivious. But she’s not.

“Are you talking to me?” Ana whispers to Grey.

“No,” he mutters sullenly.

In the name of all that’s holy – my boss is a fucking jackass!

His girl, the love of his miserable life, has just gone through a traumatic experience and instead of wrapping her in the safety of his arms, he sulks, he pouts, he scowls. Jeez, if I didn’t know better, I’d expect him to go to his bedroom and rearrange his Marvel Comics collection. Fucking child!

But that’s kind of the point, isn’t it. Grey is a 6’ 1”, 180 pound adolescent – with great toys.

I shake my head and wonder if there’s a full moon tonight.

81 comments on “Chapter 09: Fight Club

    • Thanks Steffie,
      It’s been very frustrating. I’ve been maddened to lose three attempts and at least nine hours work.
      It took Jane quite a bit of time to calm me down.
      Grrrrrrr technology. At least I’ve isolated the problem but it’s beyond my abilities to fix it.
      Oh yes, I’m glad you enjoyed the chapter. I very much liked how Taylor ‘protected’ Christian from getting involved and clearly reminded his boss the boundary lines of their duties that is: ‘I’m the thug guy’ and ‘You’re the CEO guy’.
      But as we all know, that bastard Jack, rises to raise havoc for yet another day.

      • No problem, I just hope that you don’t have to waste more time fixing it and that they do their job properly!!

        I very much enjoyed that bit, getting an insight into what happened in the building was nice too, even the Christian POV stories don’t go into too much detail about what happened in the building!

      • Yeah… I really liked the whack to the windpipe.

        Jane has always been such the talented artist in painting pictures in my mind with her words. You see, I’m a very visual thinker, and it was that scene particularly that I could easily see played out in front of me.

        It would have taken Taylor a lot to withhold himself from beating the bastard to a pulp but I think he was rather ‘eloquent’ in expressing his point without having the ‘evidence’ to prove it.

        Then there’s that swift kick to the guts and then Jane reminds us of Taylor’s virtuous side with this classic:
        “See, I’m helping: he’s breathing again.”

        But then to bring it back to a ‘Jason Reality’, Jane does a 360 when Jason crouches down to Jack and gives it to him verbally as well:
        “You’ve fucked up, Hyde. Big time. Grey owns this company; he owns your sorry ass.”

        Yep, I can see all of that happening, and I did, in my mind, thanks to Jane’s ability to do it.

  1. Its midnight here in Perth, lucky I checked in at your blog before turning in – a new chapter! Thank you Jane.
    Cheers, Ann

    • And how is my old home town tonight?
      I’m glad I’m not there at the moment with your run of high temperatures yesterday, today and the next few days.
      I don’t even think The Fremantle Doctor is going to help you much until about Thursday.
      You poor buggers. Keep hydrated.
      Ohhhhhh the memories.

      • That’s why I am reading FSoG this holiday to create a heat wave of a different sort for distraction. Mr Taylor’s perspective makes this re-reading all the more enjoyable:-)

  2. As always a great chapter. Sorry, but much better than the book! Loved Jason beating the crap out of Hyde. Cool! And Barney, I’ve known a lot of Barney-types (live well and prosper). Too bad about the other blog but nice that we can come and enjoy the story here. Hope the issues get fixed soon

    • Yeah, I thought I went beyond the call of duty with that one.
      I had to think outside the box to help you get your Taylor fix. Chocolates Please!
      At least you’ve got it now, albeit a ‘Band Aid’.

    • Agreed.
      I’m a bit of a sicko really, but I blame Jane for that. It’s that ‘visual learning’ thing all over again!
      You see, ever since I’ve been reading Jane’s Taylor, my Fifty fantasy has shifted from Christian to Taylor.
      Hmm Hmm Hmm I wouldn’t say no to a bit of ‘Doona Dancing’ with Taylor.
      ALL that ‘thug’ muscle just does things to me… ‘All the way down… there.’

    • Oh Shucks. Is that Jane or me (TBM)?
      Me. Me. Me. Please.
      I want (demand) my ego boost – and you know that you always get more out of me that way.
      But seriously, thanks Karen.
      xx

  3. Another gem to add to the treasure chest of fabulous chapters you have given to us!! Love every one! Taylor is my hero!

  4. Another awesome chapter. I cant wait to see his. Iew on the helicopter crash. We all know how ana thought her world was ending, it will be great to see how taylor was thinking about it.

    Love the visuals, i am a visual person too.

  5. Just what I needed!!! Missed Taylor over the holidays. Hope that u had a wonderful holiday! Looking forward to more as always. Cheers for the coming new year!

    • Jen,
      Yeah Taylor can be like… satisfying that chocolate crave you’ve had for a few days but can’t be bothered going to the shop.
      Well, it’s not that I can’t be bothered, it’s because I live in my nightie day and night.
      Hmmmm if only we can get chocolate delivered like they do pizza!
      Well, Taylor will have to suffice. Not a bad suffice, if you ask me.
      LL

    • I just love Taylor.
      I want to read a BDSM scene he has with Mrs Jones.
      But then, I’m a bit of a sicko.
      Can you just see it? Can ya?
      The way those jeans hang…. just…. like…. that. Whip. Whip.

  6. Oh, Taylor you darling man, “enough white lace to make curtains for a retirement village” had me laughing out loud. It’s good to see CG’s icy control being put to practical use but he did rather spoil things by sulking afterwards.

    BM, I salute you for posting this wonderful chapter in the face of a great deal of provocation by WordPress and Jane, I salute you for writing such a wonderful, entertaining chapter.

    • What do you expect with the sulking thing. I felt sorry for CG not being able to beat the crap out of Hyde.
      And actually, I wanted a bit more Taylor ‘thug’ action but that’s only because I’m effing frustrated with this technological problem.
      Taylor ‘thug’ blog page. Taylor ‘thug’ WordPress. Taylor ‘thug’ internet explorer. And just for good measure… Taylor ‘thug’ headbutt Hyde while giving him a Chinese Burn.
      Yeahhh. I’m feeling better.

  7. I always look forward to these. Sooo good. I know you have so much on your plate with the new books, so thanks for up with this.

  8. Great chapter! I can’t wait to read how TAYLOR feels about Christian when he goes missing. I hope you get all your tech issues sorted out. Technology is a wonderful thing until they quick working and then they’re the death of us. Good Luck!

  9. Awesome! Who else but Jane could make me howl with laughter at, violence? Taylor is like a Clockwork Orange, tick tock, tick tock, then squash! We always love the result.
    Jane is as good at the, geography of a scene as E L James. Each scene plays out like a stage set. It becomes easily visual in our minds
    Didn’t GBS once describe those visuals as, skull cinema?
    Ms Jane, I appreciate all the fine work that you do. Your work is always, worth the wait. Now, I hope you will have a little time to go, walk on the beach with, Pip. And to you too, wonderful BM. I don’t know where your nearest beach is, but if it is too far, go outside a smell the flowers.
    Happy New Year to the whole team!

    • You Sweet Girl,

      You know, I really do think now, that Jane and I needed this time away from the chapters.
      I was actually becoming a bit tired and… discontented. Don’t get me wrong. It was not because of Jane’s writing it’s because I’m moving out of the FSoG phase now.

      To keep up with trends, I’ve been reading a lot of books lately, and I’ve found another source to fill that FSoG chasm. Funnily enough, the better written pieces out there right now are some pretty D&M new adult stuff.

      But not touching Taylor for a month now, reading this one, hit home how much I do love reading Jane and I’m remembered what attracted me to her in the first place.
      You see, me reading as much as Jane as I do, I forget. It’s good to step back every now and then to refresh your ‘friendship’.

      It’s kind of like proofreading. The more you proof something, over and over, the greater the chance of missing the errors – you’ve simply got too intimate and close to the work.

      This chapter of Taylor refreshed my ‘tired eye’, you could say, of how clever Jane is as a descriptive writer and as I read Fight Club every scene was that much more picturesque to me.

      All My Love Dear Friend,
      Lisa xx

      • Delightful, insightful – now I have to go back and read FSOG… as I often do after a new chapter. I am dying to know, though, what else have you found? I regularly peruse Amazon but mostly have found poorly written and dull knockoffs. Hence I wrote my own FSOG fanfic just for me – but am adapting it to be its own fiction since my CG is radically different from FSOG’s CG … lol, that’s how it all started with CG and Edward I suppose. I’m an insatiable reader – and I have Jane’s new book but haven’t read it yet – always looking for wonderful erotica of a similar nature.

        That said, I agree with your comment about proofing and needing a break. I write 2-3 stories concurrently because I get stuck with a character, or struggle with a storyline. Now I want to work on two new stories but I must finish the others first – five is too many!

        Sorry to diverge – would love to know the name of other book(s) you’ve found entertaining.

        Thanks again for posting such an entertaining chapter!

      • Wow Julia,
        You’ve caught my attention now with your fan fic.
        I tell you what. Lets chat a little bit more – you divulge and I’ll divulge.
        But in short, erotica as we’ve known it, is on the move. Reading fads and phases can be like… economic cycles…, what ‘happened’ ten or twenty years ago comes back around again later on.
        The last big erotic explosion happened in the late 80’s / early 90’s – actually in ‘them’ you’ll find some familiar FSoGisms. Funny about that.
        There will always be an ‘erotica’ genre however, post FSoG, the storylines are changing. Well, they have to – the Christian Grey / Anna Steele combination has been done to death in multiple of my reads.
        I have a range of books for you to read so why don’t you drop me a line at lj.ashmore@bigpond.com and we’ll have a good yarn about it?
        Lisa

  10. I knew Taylor was a humanitarian!! How nice of him to kick Hyde in the gut so he could breathe again!!! I too am looking forward to these next chapters. I know Taylor is going to go nuts when Christian is missing.

    I know the computer problems will work out, I will try to be patient as I wait for the next chapters!! Please tell Jane how much I love her writing!!!

    • Agree on the humanitarian. Taylor at his absoule best.
      You can always depend on those US Marines.
      Personally, I had images of stinging Hyde up by his short and curlies.
      Our man Taylor did well ‘contolling’ himself.

  11. The balance between the humor and the reality creates the picture perfect amount of levity. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons why Taylor has become more interesting to you, L. He’s not just muscles or just a pretty face, he’s self deprecating and funny. His character makes one feel safe both physically and mentally. C may be beautiful, brooding and have the surprise of toys at his disposal but I don’t imagine he’d be easy to live with. I’d give it a shot but I’d probably walk away from mental and physical exhaustion. Jason just feels more comfortable, in a sense.

    Wishing my two far away friends and peaceful and lovely New Year. You both work to the point of exhaustion and I worry. You’re so dedicated to this craft that you have created for all of us. It’s always appreciated. I hope you both know.

    I’m looking so forward to more of Caro in the New Year. Also, I understand FSOG will have its inevitable end. I won’t tire of Jane’s words describing anything though. I might have to get your new reading list though. My poor mom has read everything of Jane’s and really needs a fun new fix. I can’t see women eagerly retreating away from erotica now that Pandora’s Box is open.

    Much love from the desert.
    Beth (R and E too!)

    • Yep. That’s it. That’s the way I wanted to say it.
      Beth, you are so much more cleverer than me.
      But you know me I just ramble, ramble, ramble.

      Missing you and the kids.
      LL xx

  12. as always, you aim to please. i love that taylor feels that ana is family to him and not just a job. he does what he does because he cares, truly cares…deep inside christian knows that and feels very lucky to have him. see, he’s a very smart man not to fire taylor in spite of all the crazy people and mess that surround them. christian knows taylor’s the best and there’s no one else he’ll trust especially when it comes to ana’s welfare. i love taylor! brilliant chapter!

  13. Amazing…..you never disappoint. I love how “country” Taylor is. He’s not all primm and proper. He’s just a big country boy with great wit and sense of humor. I have to tell you when I saw the email that there was another chapter I got butterflies in my stomach…kinda like you get when you are in a new relationship and he calls or shows up at your house. I couldn’t get to the web fast enough. Then I had a little trouble finding it and started to panic!!! I figured it out and OMG I loved it!
    Thank you both for all your hard work and dedication to our obsession!! Jane you are an absoutely amazing talent. And Lis….well I think you are just the bees knees! All your hard work and support you give to Jane is awesome. I hope the techno probs get solved soon and we can resume our obsession.

    • How ‘country’ Taylor is. Dina. Baby. He’s my universe.
      Hold on. I got that wrong. Sebastian is my universe.
      Taylor can be my world.
      Hold on. Shit. I’m going nuts.
      Taylor and Sebastian are fictional characters.
      Dina, this is the sign of a desperate woman.
      Love To You Hun.
      Lisa xx

  14. How I missed Taylor… Thank you for another amazing chapter! Just love when Gail says “Future Husband”, so sweet!!! Please don´t take too long with the next one:)

    • Yeah Baby,
      Jane stretched the foreplay a bit too long on this one.
      But she needed the month off to cope with the flu (and hubby got it as well) and catch up on some other works.
      Personally, I’m looking forward to how Taylor copes with the whole Charlie Tango MIA thing.
      HNY
      LL

  15. I’ve have read everything you’ve got on this blog in a few days. I love every bit! I especially love Taylor’s character development. We only got glimpses into him in the books and I’m so glad you’ve decided to write his POV. I’m eagerly waiting for more. Please say you are doing a book 3. Great job…keep it coming!

  16. love reading the Taylor chapters think am the only person In Liverpool who has found these chapters even readin 50 shades I found Taylor interesting cnt get enough of the chapter s looking forward to reading more from u talented writers xx

  17. I was so happy to see this new chapter!! Thank you very much. I love Taylor, but, lets say in a more fraternal way. I love his lines, how he cares about Gail, Ana and Christian and I’d really like to have a drink or two with him. But it’s definitively both of yours fault I simply can’t get rid of my crush for Christian… It’s kind of bizarre falling for a fictional character, but as I’ve been single for a while now, I won’t worry too much. 🙂
    By the way, have I ever mentioned my soft spot for Barney? I’d love to see more of him… Pleeease.

    Lisa, I hope you don’t waste too much time on this blog issue. Keep cool. Don’t let the technology spoil your day or worse the end of this and the beginning of the next year.

    Jane, Lisa, bloggers, wish you a happy New Year!

    • Okay grublue, I hear what you’r saying but I’ll take Taylor anyway I can.
      However… I find that ‘grunt’ side of him very attractive.
      I like that ‘he man’ sort of stuff.
      And I felt I was wasting time on fixing the blog, but I’m a sort that don’t give up too easily. But for my hairs sake I had to hand it on.
      HNY to you too.
      LL
      xx

  18. wow, j’adore, encore un merveilleux chapitre. Bonne chance avec vos problèmes informatiques… et bonne année.

    30décembre,
    19:10,
    Montréal, Québec

  19. Happy New Year to all of you celebrating 2013 before I do (I’m in NJ, USA). So great to see this new chapter. I have missed reading these so much. Thanks for continuing the story from Taylor’s POV. I’d love to hear about what you are reading. FSOG…just finishing my 4th read and I feel there MUST be something else out there to read. Like a favorite song that you play over and over and finally become sick of, I don’t want that to happen with my Fifty love. So, I’m ready to move on and would love some direction. Don’t like the books I’ve seen that are dupes of this story…like Bared to You and Gabriele’s Inferno (which was awful and I just couldn’t finish…as waste of $ and time). So, do tell.

    Thanks again…looking forward to “more”!!!

    Blessings to all for a wonderful new year.

    Franne

      • Exactly!!!! This is a MUST read!! It can be difficult at times but you will cry, be mad as hell, be hurt, feel loved, anxiety, depressed, happy, sad….you name it you’ll feel it! And in the end you’re gonna wish there was more!!!

      • Yeah. Bloody Jane can do that to you. And I’m not even really sure it gets any better in The Education of Caroline.
        Jane does ‘rollercoaster’ pretty bloody well, if you ask me! She’s like that as a friend too. She’s not real good at being a sub. 😉

    • Well, now that you put it that way, the legal side of me says…
      This site, although not as sophisticated as the other, is quite clever; in regard to this matter: ‘Leave a Reply’ AND ‘Enter your comments here…’!
      Hmmm clever disclaimer – it covers all levels of understanding, when all you really want to do is ‘say something’.
      Mercia, I suggest you leave a ‘response’ by ‘recording’ your ‘remark’.
      😉

      LL
      xx

  20. Okay, okay! The fact that I wished you, HNY 24 hours too soon might give you a clue as to where my head was today? I still love this site. Good job you are the BM. Keep up the good work.

    • Between you and me (HUH) I was going to let the ’24 hour too early thing’ slide.
      You see, I don’t know when it was, yesterday???, I fell asleep on the couch, I woke up stratled, looked at the clock, it said 7:15.
      I’m thinking it’s 7:15 in the morning and thought “Fcuk, I missed New Year… but what happened to the fireworks… where am I… why can’t I smell bacon and eggs cooking’.
      And you think YOU have a ‘head space’ problem!!!!!!
      Baby, you don’t want to visit my world. My world!!!! Where is that?
      Love Ya.

      • We are all over on the other site today Mt JT. I guess you are scared of the fireworks?? Take Gail with you if you want. We’ll see you over there.
        XX to you and Gail.

      • Hey Mercia Girl,

        This is supposed to be the ‘quiet’ blog where we’re supposed to behave ourselves and stop with the grandstanding.
        The original touchscreeners might not like us taking over, so we better behave ourselves.

        BTW, have you got a boozie night planned. Hic!

        LL
        xx

    • On Ya Chris,

      Apparantly Google Googling tells me there are 39 time zones in the world so…..

      Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year,
      Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year,
      Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year,
      Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year,
      Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year,
      Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year,
      Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year,
      Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year, Happy New Year.

      Get it? 39!

      Shit. I even crack myself up.

      LL
      xx

  21. Oh, Mr T. What are we going to do with you?
    HNY X39 TZ. Will do! And you an ex marine!
    This site does not send email to us to advise us of comments. The main site does. Although I am using an, iPad, I prefer the format of the main site.
    So, after the lovely, fireworks picture was posted on there today. We have been commenting on there.
    Love ya BM. Hope you get over your fear of fireworks soon. Talk to Gail about it.

    • Mercia My Love,
      Have you started on the piss early?
      And I am so sorry this site just doesn’t do it for ya but I am trying very hard to keep you all happy.
      But I tell you what!!!!! You’re a bloody difficult lot to please.
      So the other blog is stuffed, and I’m not too sure when Jane is writing the next chapter, but I’ll try and entertain you all.
      Who Luvs Ya Baby.
      LL xx

      • Oh, I know. Gripe, gripe, snivel snivel. Put it down to my, lack of IT know how, great age, being, non compos mentis. You, oh great. BM, are the light of our day! Yes indeedy,
        Wherever you are, we will follow. Honestly.
        Now, I will put on some Jimmy Shand music, and try an eight some reel with myself! Or, maybe I had better stick to a slower, Strathspeys?
        Happy 2013 BM, Mr T. XX

      • Oh Darling,
        You know what the most shocking thing it is that you just said????
        I know all about Jimmy Shand. Gahhhhhh.
        Significantly different to the piano accordian, the button accordian was an integral part of our family heritage.
        Annnnnddddddd I’ve certainly heard more than my fair share of Mr Shand and that damn effing Bluebell Polka.
        Who Luvs Ya Baby? You know I do.
        xx

  22. Love this, it is so interesting to see things from Jasons perspective and second hand Christians. Totally agree with this “In the name of all that’s holy – my boss is a fucking jackass”. Even when reading 50 Shades I was so pissed at Christians reaction!

  23. Happy Hogmanay to all. Lang May yer lum reek! If you need some Jimmy Shand BM, there is lots on iTunes. And lots of Scottish Country Dances on YouTube . I have a cd of, Sir Jimmy. Tonight is the night today it! Wishing all a great 2013 from Alberta Canada.

    • Did you watch the Edinburgh Tattoo last night? We always get it here on New Year’s Eve.
      After a lifetime of watching the bloody thing year in and year out with mum, for auld lang syne sake, I included it in my world travels.
      So back in 1989 I made the big effort and headed for the Tattoo.
      It just so happened that that bloody year it was an Australian Theme.
      Bullshit!

    • Scotland (and Edinburgh) are pretty close to the top of my fave list.
      I have to admit that I wasn’t such a big fan of Glasgow: spent a lot of time in Fort William.
      I found, the futher I travelled up into Scotland, the harder it was for to ‘communicate’ – a funny talkin’ lot up there!
      My mum is named after Ailsa Craig, off Girvan.

  24. Finally reading this chapter after I’ve waited quite long. You made my day!

    I can’t wait for more to come!

  25. Could some one please let us know what is happening with sites 1 and 2 ? They have been silent for 3 days now. Is WordPress still working on fixing the main blog site? Any idea when, we might see teasers for Janes latest books … especially , TEOC ?
    I realize how much work you have on your hands. Remember, we are all cheering you on.
    HNY to Jane, Lisa and to all on your team.
    Cheers from Canada.
    Mercia

  26. Speaking of great toys., i always wondered why Christian didn’t put a helipad and hanger on the new house property. He built a dock. Why not a place for Charlie Tango at least to visit if not stay?

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