Yes, Boss

seventeen.

Flora. 

I answer the phone holding it to my ear with my shoulder as I finish typing the e-mail. 

"Princess, come in here, I need you for a little while" It's Harry, he speaks calmly. 

"I thought you were snowed under today" I say in a half whisper, looking at the list of unopened emails I have left.

"I am, and it's doing my head in, please princess" He says, his voice a little softer now. I sigh, fidgeting. 

"Okay, see you in a second" I sigh, applying my lipstick quickly in the reflection of the computer, and standing up, heading towards his door and knocking twice before entering. He looks up from his mac instantly, leaning back and cracking his knuckles with a deep frown. He trails his gaze from my head to my toes. 

"Come over here" He says, pulling his chair out a little and beckoning me forward. I walk forward obediently and he pulls me down into his lap running his hands up my back through the thin material of my shirt with a low groan. 

"Bad morning?" I say quietly.

"Yeah, fucking shit" he mumbles, burying his face in my neck and holding me down to his crotch. 

"Oh.." I mumble, running my fingers through his curls. 

"I don't know what the hell I did before I had you de-stress me" He mumbles, looking at me, his pale green eyes soft, his fingers fumbling at the top buttons of my shirt, leaving kisses over my chest as I shrug my shirt off, pushing myself to him, one of my heels slipping off with a thud to the floor. 

"Don't you miss Juliette" I mumble, into his kiss with a giggle. 

"Not one bit" He says gruffly, reaching a hand up to undo my bra, dropping it casually onto the floor. His phone rings and I pause, one of his hands is on on my boobs the other he reaches to answer the phone with a smirk, putting it on loudspeaker so he can talk and use his hands. He places finger to my lips as the voice speaks. 

"Hey Mr.Styles, it's Amber. Your dad is here and I said I'd call and let you know he's here but he just walked straight up before I had a chance, yeah, he's on his way" Harry's face is horror and I scramble from him. 

"Fuck!" He curses, his dad will be walking into his room any second and I'm here topless. He tosses my bra to me. The only way out is into the main office. 

"Under the desk!" He says quickly, I kneel down, crawling into Harry's leg space under his desk, he bundles my shirt in too, pulling in his chair as I curl up, my back against the wood, just having managed to put my bra back on, my heart hammering. I move my hand quickly as one of his large feet nearly treads on it. 

I hear someone open the door and a mans voice, deep like Harry's but older, the same accent and blunt authoritative tone. 

Harry.

"Harry, it's good to see you" He says, wearing a new season suit, his salt and pepper hair slicked back, looking tanned - he must have been on holiday. 

"Dad" I nod once, sure I can hear Flora rustling under the desk. 

"Aren't you going to shake your old mans hand?" He says, I stand up stiffly, extending my right hand and he shakes it briskly, when I was young shaking my dads hand used to be my favourite game. I sit back down awkwardly, my palms clammy. 

"Why are you here?" I say. He takes a seat on the other side. 

"You know I like to check in on you" He says, picking up some papers from my desk, leafing through them. 

"Things are fine, when haven't they been?" I say, staring at him, he looks back, blue eyes steely. People say we have the same glare, I tell them to fuck off - unless it's mum of course. 

"Juliette let me know she retired, where's your new assistant, I want a coffee" He says, I have to catch myself from looking down under the desk. 

"She's off sick" I say quickly, spotting one of her heels this side of the desk and kicking it discreetly underneath. 

"Well I don't have long, tell your assistant to man-up and make us a dinner reservation for later, I need to make sure you're on top of things" He says, this prickles me. 

"Of course I'm on top of things dad, I'm in control alright?!" I say,gripping the edge of the desk. 

"You weren't before I gave you this break were you, I saved you Harry remember that" He says. 

"Why do you have to fucking bring that up? I've changed alright, you know I have, it's been 3 years" I hiss, wondering what Flora can hear, I'm seething. He does this to me every time he comes.

"Call me about dinner, make sure it's somewhere nice" He says, getting up and walking out, brief case in hand.