DONT EVEN TALK ABOUT THE SONG IT JUST FITS THE VIBE WITH THE SECOND PART OF THE CHAPTER
———-Jess's POV
I sit in one of the Gucci meeting rooms, about a block away from the venue, waiting for Harry to arrive. I wonder if this was his plan all along. Be a total dick head and then please his way back into my life. But then again I honestly doubt he even knows who he is meeting with, he seems to much of an arrogant son of a bitch to even think about others.
I hear the door in front of the meeting table opening, Harry speaking before making eye contact with me. "Hey i'm Har- oh." Harry stops dead in his tracks, definitely surprised to see me inside of this waiting room which brings me to the conclusion that I was correct.
"Hi." I smirk, amused by his unsettlement.
"Hey, um i'm sor-"
I cut him off before he goes any futher, not wanting to think about the conversation a few days ago, "No, don't apologise for something unless you know what you did wrong, and you mean it."
"Fuck, I know what I did!" He exclaims, causing me to raise my eyebrows at his outburst. He calm down before speaking next, "Really i'm sorry I didn't mean to act like that, acting all jealous and malicious. I have no idea why I acted like that and i'm sorry."
I take in his apology, actually pleased by how he owned up to his mistakes. "Okay." I reply after about 30 seconds.
"Okay? That's it?" He says, shaking his head and seeming dumbfounded by my words.
"You apologize and i'm saying okay." He still seems shun by my words, "Okay thanks for your apology, can I please just get on with this so i can start making this design." I say sarcastically, causing him to roll his eyes.
"Why are you acting like this?"
"Like what?" I egg on with a smirk, amused by his determination.
"Like we're strangers." He takes a set across from me, looking straight into my eyes.
I hold the eye contact and reply, "Because we are strangers, Harry."
"We don't have to be?" He trys with a smile.
I laugh at his efforts, "Don't flatter yourself."
An adorable smile casts upon his face as he becomes aware of how stubborn I am. "So, fashion huh?" The small talk makes me roll my eyes.
"Yeah, I study at FIT."
He nods at my schooling, "You must be really good if your partnering with Gucci."
"Well I do hope so." I humble myself, smiling at the credits of my designs. I really care about fashion, it's my passion and without it I probably wouldn't have been able to get through the past 5 years. "So what are you thinking for designs?"
He thinks for a second before opening his phone and showing some inspiration for the event. "Well, I want something that's 'out there' as we are in a fashion show, but also nothing that will take anything away from the models. We are sitting front row so make me look good." He smiles, fully believing i'll be able to make a suit for him. It feels good having a client who is respectful towards you and has faith.
"Pink?" I question.
"Wot?" He seems genuinely confused, like he zoned out for a second.
"We should do a pink suit," I clarify, "Silk fabric with a plain black shirt underneath?"
He nods seeming very excited, "Yeah that sounds pretty good. Could we maybe do an embroidary leg or something to make it a bit more, um, out there?"
I smile at his engagement, he seems very into his fashion and I love how easy it is to work with him, despite the stubborn side of me that is making me want to hate his guts. "Yeah that sounds really good." I write down his ideas on my note pad, holding the pen up to my mouth and chewing on the cap softy, thinking about what we could do. "Like an animal or something?" I ask him, but his gaze is focused on my lips on the pen. I clear my throat with a smirk, him looking back up to me with a pink flush over his faced, clearly embarrassed he was caught.
"Um yeah, a snake maybe? Like a yellow to contrast the pink?"
"You know, you should design clothes. You have good ideas." I raise my eyebrows, very impressed by his eye for fashion.
He smiles awkwardly, seeming embarrassed by the praise "Um, thanks I guess."
"Okay, let's get you mesured and i'll create a rough sketch and then you can go." He nods and follows me to the lifted platform where I can measure his size.
I start with his arms, telling him to raise his arms. I wrap the measuring tape around his arms, feeling his muscles flex against the tape.
Fuck, he's hot.
I move to his legs, measuring the length of his legs. I smirk as I move the tape slowly back up his leg, feathering my hand over his crotch.
"Stop." He says sternly, very much effected by my touch.
"Stop what?" I smile innocently as him.
"You know what your doing." He says through gritted teeth. This mans mood changes so quickly, one second he's soft and embarrassed by my praising and the next he is some sort of typical 'bad boy'.
"Sorry, I don't. Could you clarify?" I pout, running my hand back over crotch again, feeling him harden under my touch.
"Stop or i'm going to fuck you right here right now." He threatens, I smirk at his attempt moving closer to his face before leaning into his ear to whisper, "Oh but who's stoping you?"
He takes a sharp intake of breath, "Yellow." He growls.
"And who's yellow?" I question, moving closer to his face so there's about an inch between us. He doesn't answer me so I move back all together, writing down this measurements and drawing my sketch of the design we established. "Dont know my name so your start calling me colours, how adorable." I fake pout at him.
His jaw clenches, him still taking deep breaths to make his erection go down. "Are you done with the sketch?"
"Yes," I show him from afar the rough sketch, packing up my things once he nods his head in approval "I'm going to start collecting fabrics, it will be done soon enough so i'll organise a fitting before the show, hope you don't need help with that." I point toward his dick, "I'll see you soon enough, baby." I whisper to him, winking before exiting the meeting room, leaving him flustered and hard with me in his head.
My goal exactly.
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