So here it is... It starts out slow. But It's AU, so I have to build a foundation.

Oh Yes- A DISCLAIMER: This will have a lot of sex. It will have drug use. And addiction issues. I DO NOT reccomend it for everyone. You have been warned!

So here it is...

Derek drove down the road in his rental car. Emilia-Romagna. He had no idea what he was doing here. This was never in his plan. Since he was a child he always had a plan for his life. But it seemed the more he tried to stick to it, the more foiled it became. Life it seems had been unfair. He wasn't fortunate enough to have it easy. So he had given up. Just temporarily, he told himself. But that creeping feeling of doubt was always around the corner. The one that told him his dreams had long since flown out the window. Like a caged bird, they were never to return.

It was crazy how it all came about. He had convinced himself that this was just an avenue to his dreams. This would help him get what he wanted. The pay was more than ample. The job didn't seem as if it would be too hard. It would be a foreign vacation. And the experience should be life changing. He was all for trying something new. Doing something to further his life experience and help him in the future. He could do that.

Derek's eyes got wide as he pulled up to the large iron gates. A brick wall seemed to border the whole property. It had to be many acres. The immaculately landscaped lawn went on as far as his eyes could see. He pulled up to the gate and pushed the button on the intercom.

"Your name." The voice asked simply in italian. Derek listened hard, pulling what he had learned in high school, and the little bit that he had been studying in the recent past together to figure it out.

"Derek Hanson." He responded as he sat in his car. "I'm here to see Thatcher Grey." Derek explained.

"Please pull forward." They said as the large gates opened.

Derek had never seen anything like it. It was breathtaking. The lawn was landscaped with natural shrubbery and flowers. The grass was just freshly cut. He could still see a few damp clumps. He was sure by the look of things that it would be unacceptable if noticed. A glance across the property revealed several workers trimming back the large shrubs that surrounded a large building on the backside of the property. The house was larger than any he had ever seen. He would think it considered a mansion. It was old, but well taken care of. He pulled the car to a stop as a guard put his hands out.

"You need to be searched." The guard said in his deep Italian accent as he walked to the open car window. "Step out, please."

"Is this necessary?" Derek asked as he climbed out of the car.

"Of course it is." The man said as Derek stood there. Derek stood there as he patted him down. "That is not a weapon!" Derek said as he grabbed his crotch.

"Okay, clear." The guard said as he stood and walked Derek up to the door. He pressed the bell and they both stood there until the door opened.

"Welcome. I'm Cristoforo." The well dressed man said as he opened the door. "I'm assuming you are Derek Hanson?"

"Yes." Derek said with a nod. Derek looked at the woman crouched on the floor, polishing the marble. The only marbles he had ever seen what what came in a bag, and they were round.

"Mr. Grey is waiting for you." He said as he walked away. "Please, come this way." He said as he waved his arm.

Derek was in shock as he looked around the home. It was full of antiques. Heirlooms. The items in the main entrance were undoubtedly worth more than he would see in a lifetime. He swallowed hard as he followed Cristoforo. As he looked around, he began to have a bad feeling. Part of him wanted to turn around and leave. But he didn't.

"Derek Hanson..." Thatcher said as Derek walked into the large office.

Derek was ready to laugh. Everyone had warned him about Thatcher Grey. He was a fierce man. A man that most people feared. And the most was truly all people. There were a small handful that chose to pretend that they weren't fearful of this man. Yes, many feared him. But Derek, Derek found him humorous. At first glance he was a squirrel-y man. Not a man that looked intimidating or powerful. He wondered in the back of his head if anyone who had been fearful had actually met this man.

"Mr. Grey." Derek said with a nod as he gave him a conscious firm handshake.

"How was your trip?" Thatcher asked, more out of necessity than actual interest.

"Uneventful." Derek said simply as he sat in the chair that Mr. Grey had motioned to.

"Well, I have to say you come with great references as much recommendation." Thatcher said as he looked up over his reading glasses. "Of course you know that we did a full background check on you, and everything came out clear. I was shocked to see not even a speeding ticket. Perhaps you have just been lucky?" Thatcher joked as he looked up.

"Perhaps." Derek said with a faint smile.

"Well, as I'm sure you've heard, my previous employee was let go, and I need to fill this position as quickly as possible." Thatcher explained. "You would be on a salary. And of course to would reside here, seeing as you are on call at all hours. All of your costs will be covered in full. And you will have one day a week off when your position will be covered by one of the other guards."

"Okay." Derek said with a nod.

"Do you have any questions?" Thatcher asked.

"I don't speak perfect italian..." Derek said with concern.

"Don't worry about that. You will pick it up. We speak english in the home, and if you must, a translator will join you when you venture off of the property." Thatcher explained.

"And I will go with you wherever you go?" Derek asked, wondering if he had to be ready to pick up and leave.

"Oh. No. You're not here for me. I have my own personal guards who have been with me for years..." Thatcher explained. "I thought you knew... No, you are here to be a bodyguard for my daughter, Meredith."

"Oh." Derek said in shock. "You're daughter? And how old is she?"

"Yes, Meredith. Meredith is seventeen." Thatcher said with a smile. "So, is this something you would be interested in?" Thatcher asked.

"Um. Yeah. It sounds great." Derek said with a nod.

He sat there, wheels spinning. He was supposed to be a body guard for Thatcher Grey, one of the most powerful business men in the world. He was going to travel with him, become his right hand man. But no. He was going to protect his daughter. He sat there for a second and thought. He was actually getting the sweeter deal. How hard would it be to protect a seventeen year old?

"So where are you staying? I can have someone collect your things..." Thatcher asked as he looked up.

"The Hotel Marconi." Derek replied as he looked across the desk.

"I will send Cristoforo." Thatcher told him as he stood. "Sofia has prepared a room for you."

"So when do I start?" Derek asked quickly as he stood.

"Today." Thatcher said quickly. "I believe that Meredith will be staying in tonight. But if she decides to go out, you will accompany her. You are never to leave her side."

"May I ask why?" Derek said with a wince.

"I am a very powerful man. A very successful man. I didn't get that way by backing down. This is a fierce business. There are no friends. And I have made quite a few enemies. There are many people who would go after my daughter to get to me. And that is where you come in." Thatcher explained.

"I understand." Derek said with a nod as he followed him to the door.

"I'm sure you will be needing to turn your car in soon. I BMW will be provided for your use." Thatcher told him. "Franco can get you the keys." Thatcher stopped in his tracks at the closed door and looked Derek square in the eyes. "There is one more thing."

"Okay." Derek said with a nod.

"My daughter is a very beautiful girl. I love her. But she very... Tempting. You are to stay away from her. She will go far, and I don't need anyone bringing her down. And I will not have anything compromising her safety." Thatcher said frankly as he opened the door.

"I understand, Sir." Derek said as he followed him to the main stairway.

"Cristoforo. I need to you pick up Mr. Hanson's things from the Hotel Marconi, and I will also need you to get him the keys to the black BMW." Thatcher said quickly.

"Right away, Sir." Cristoforo said as he marched off.

"Sofia!" Thatcher said loudly to the woman crouched on the floor. "Derek needs you to show him to his room."

"Of course, Sir." Sofia answered as she looked up. "If you'll come with me."

"I hope you find this experience enjoyable." Thatcher said with a nod as he walked away. "Oh yes. I must be leaving town for a few days. Someone will be around if you need help."

"Thank you, Sir." Derek responded as he watched him walk away.

Derek stood there for a moment. The door was definitely looking like a great idea. He wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, but Thatcher made him feel inadequate and inferior. He wasn't interested in his daughter. This was his job. This girl was not going to be a problem, he was sure of that. But Thatcher made it sound as if Derek wasn't good enough. And he did not like that.

"Sir." Sofia said loudly as she motioned for Derek.

"Sorry." Derek said as he looked up at her.

Derek went to walk forward when something caught his eye. He gazed up the marble staircase. His heart rate quickened. His breathing ceased. He watched as a petite pair of manicured toes come softly down the stairs. His eyes travelled up the long legs that went with those perfect feet. Her legs never seemed to stop as he reached her waist. His eyes were drawn to her perfect perky breasts, a hint of cleavage peaking out of her tank top. His heart stopped at his blue eyes met her light green ones.

Meredith walked down the hall. She heard voices. She had to assume that it was one of her father's new men. She never had any idea what was going on. She didn't even pretend to. She looked down the stairs at the man. She had never been drawn to anyone like this. Her heart stopped beating as she looked down at his dark curls. She could see his muscular body wrapped in a deep blue polo shirt. She took a deep breath and began to descend down the stairs. Her heart began to flutter when her gaze was met with a sea of blue.

"Hey." Meredith croaked softly as she passed him and continued to go down the stairs.

"Hey." Derek said as he looked up at her in shock. She was not what he was expecting.

"Meri! How many times have I told you to wear socks. My floors don't like your dirty little feet on them! I spent two hours!" Sofia shouted as she looked down at her.

"Yeah, yeah." Meredith said with a smirk as she continued to walk away.

"Ungrateful girl..." Sofia said as she shook her head as they continued up the stairs.

Meredith quickly made it around the corner and squealed. Her head peeked around as she watched him disappear down the hallway. She couldn't believe the butterflies in her stomach. She had never had butterflies in her stomach. She quickly walked to the kitchen with a skip in her step. Now she was wondering just why he was here.


Derek looked around his room in shock. He had never seen anything so lavish in his life. He had grown up in a lower-middle class neighborhood. His dad was a factory worker. His mom is a school teacher. They got by, but they weren't used to comfortable living. When his dad died, things got even tighter and any hopes for a future for him were pushed aside as the money was used up to live on.

Derek laid back on the huge bed and stared at the ceiling. He honestly had no idea what he was supposed to be doing. He didn't do this kind of work. He pretty much heard about it through the grapevine. He was working out at the gym, and he heard the talk. No one was in the situation and able to pick up and leave. No one except him. Normally he wouldn't have even considered it, but the money was no joke, and he couldn't turn that down. And when he began to follow through, he never thought anything would come of it. He never thought he would be laying in the guest room of Thatcher Grey's estate. In one of the biggest houses in Emilia-Romagna.

Derek's thoughts drifted off to the girl. To glow of her honey colored hair, shining in the sunlight had enthralled him. Her erect nipples pressing through the thin material of her spaghetti strap tank top. Undoubtedly she was not wearing a bra, and there was definitely no need. And he found that incredibly sexy. Her adorable little navel peeking out above her shorts. He couldn't get her long legs out of his head. They never stopped. He laid there thinking about how it would feel to have them wrapped tightly around him, as he pounded into to her, over and over.

[iFuck, Derek. You've got to stop this... You are not here for that. And that would definitely get your ass fired.[/i

"So you're the new guy." Meredith said as she put one hand on her waist and the other on the door frame. Derek jerked in surprise as he heard her soft voice.

"I am." Derek said as he sat up.

"Yeah, well, you aren't being paid to lay around." She said as she put her hands on her hips and looked into his eyes.

"Oh. I'm not?" Derek said with a smirk as he walked towards her. "And what exactly am I being paid to do?"

"Well, I would think if you need to ask me, that you probably shouldn't be here." Meredith said smartly as she stared him down.

He looked into her green eyes. He could read them like none he had ever seen before. They say the eyes are the window to a person's soul. And in her case, it was definitely true. She was fierce. He could tell by the look in her eyes that this had worked before. She intimidated. She put up a front. But her eyes were soft underneath it all. It was incredibly sexy. She liked to take control.

[iSo you like to take control... I can show you something you can control...[/i

"Well then, I guess it's a good thing that I don't really need to ask you." Derek said in her ear.

His hot breath teased her flesh. He would see her tense up and it only caused the smirk on his face to grow. Their bodies touched softly as his hip rubbed against hers.

Meredith felt the sparks as their bodies connected. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. She could smell his masculine scent. She had never had a scent draw her in like this before. She wanted nothing more than to stand there and inhale all day. Something about him was comfortable. Almost perfect.

Derek took a deep breath as he walked by. Soft, flowery. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he had smelled it before. She smelled so clean and feminine. As he brushed by her, he could feel her soft flesh on his arm. He had never felt softer skin in his life. He could only imagine the treasures that lay beneath her tight little clothes.

"Well then." Meredith said as she stood straight. "And where are you off to?"

"Oh, me?" Derek asked as he looked into her eyes.

"You are the only person around here, so... You would be the one I am speaking to." She said smartly.

"I am off to work." He said with a grin as he marched down the hallway.

"Off to work! But you are here for me!" She said loudly. He quickly turned on his heel and walked swiftly toward her.

"Am I?" He asked as he marched up to her face. "And what exactly am I supposed to do with you?" He asked as he raised his eyebrows.

"Oh! You are an ass!" She said loudly as she spun around and walked off. "Ass!"

Derek smiled as he walked away. She was trouble. That was for sure. She was strong willed. She knew just how to get under your skin. She knew just how to temp a man. And just how to dominate. And so he smiled. Because he like to be dominated.

Okay. That is the first chapter. This is kind of my spare time fic. I have 18 chapters written, so you should get daily ones for awhile. It's updated daily on the On-Call Room. So enjoy... And of course, please, please review!