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Maela

"Well I do hope you are enjoying the party Ms. Sharp," the slim woman wth full lips presses, "It was a pleasure to meet you but I do believe I need to move on to the next arrangement tonight," Arendia, or Mrs. Styles says professionally. I smile,accepting her brief hand shake.

Harry stares down at his wife with a stern expression, almost as if he were upset with her. I let the thought fade as to turn my attention back to Mrs. Styles.

"And I you-" I murmur to say her name but she cuts me off.

"Please, call me Arendia," she cuts in with a smile, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. I daringly decide to mirror her the same way.

"Then call me Maela," I nearly say under my breath and she only blinks.

Quickly she is out of my sight, but Harry seems to have interest in her whereabouts as he turns to face me.

"Excuse me one moment," he says lowly and I nod my head at him.

Not like I would ever try to keep you here.

I'd probably get fired for hogging a gorgeous man like you.

"Of course," I whisper and he smiles warmly before darting off in the direction his wife headed in, his shoulders broad and strong as he takes long strides with his towering legs. I flutter my eyes away, a hand coming down onto my shoulder suddenly.

I turn at the touch, and suddenly a smile sets on my face.

"Brian," I breathe in slight relief, turning and hugging my boss lightly. My cheek presses against his freshly trimmed one, the hairs not as pokey as they normally are. A huge smile swipes across his lips and he pulls back the same time I do, his eyes washing over me briefly.

"Maela, you look stunning," he says warmly. I pause and glance down at my pencil skirt and work blouse, my brain begging for my eyes not to roll. It was the only thing I had gotten washed, and the only thing that I thought wasn't too flashy. I didn't want any attention. It's not normal for me to take compliments from my boss, but I let it slide like I've been doing quite a bit lately.

I scan Brian momentarily, seeing his suit so snug on top of him, dashing as ever. But is it horrible to say Mr. Styles sweeps me much more than Brian ever could? I mean Brian is gorgeous, his blonde colored hair that stands on his head effortlessly, shiny gray eyes, and a jawline that makes every other girl in our office clench their legs together. But in my eyes as much as I see the beauty he encases, I just can't see the benefit in finding interest in him. I can't even imagine falling for my boss.

"Same to you Brian," I say softly and he beams.

"I'm glad you could make it, I didn't think you'd come," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. I smile at him shyly. He even has a pure charm to his entirety and in all honesty if he were anyone but my boss maybe I'd just look at him more. But he is. And I'm cutting the thoughts here on out to stop myself from creating something extremely unnecessary.

"My boss invited me to a formal party and wouldn't leave me alone about it," I shrug, looking at him with a soft expression. From earlier I would've been pretty lonely and afraid to be here, but now I'm grateful I got to speak to the CEO of Styles Enterprises. I don't even know how to make sense of that. I'm just ecstatic and it just seems like he's about to come back. Well, so he said.

My boss makes light conversation about the party in general, and then adds a bit of back story for himself. Something about how he never thought that he could have made it this far and I find it sweet considering he did it for his deceased grandmother.

It's the story of starting from losing someone and using them as a model of significance. But I don't point it out, only trying to act professional yet sentimental at the same time.

Suddenly he turns his broad shoulders with his eyes suddenly beaming with happiness as he smiles warmly at a figure behind me. Feeling his presence behind me, a swiping shiver shoots up my spine. I don't see him, I don't feel or hear him. But I know he's there, and goosebumps rise on my arms as I slowly turn around to Harry's eyes taut on me. I see darkness lining his irises and I literally feel my body becoming encased in fear at his proximity.

What is he doing?

The tension is thick as I blink with wide eyes, taking a step back quickly.

"Ms. Sharp," he whispers, so that only I hear.

I flush under his gaze and utterly forget that my boss stands next to me.

"Mr. Styles! How great to see you!" Brian exclaims, his hand immediately shooting forward and offering a hand to Harry. My lips slightly curl into a smile that Mr. Styles has offered me to call him Harry while my boss, who has probably known him longer, still has to call him by his last name. I am delighted with everything at the moment. No matter how childish I realize it is.

"Mr. Hoss," Harry says curtly, a professional smile on his face. I momentarily have a break down within myself as his smile is directed towards me, his eyes glancing over my figure before shrinking back onto Brian.

They begin to have a light conversation about business issues and discuss briefly about deals that could be made between the two of them. I'm not sure why I am still standing here, but neither of them releases me, and by the several glances Harry gives me when I try to back away, I feel as though I am obligated to stay.

I enjoy staring at Harry however so long as he keeps talking with his low accent. I have never been so in love with a voice before, so elegant, so deep and fulfilling to me.

I want him.

I can honestly say I do, but who wouldn't?

Strands of guilt seeps through my veins by the thought of Arendia who already takes suspicion from me although I have barely given my name to Mr. Styles. I feel vicious, evil, cunning. I even feel daring.

My heart races at the thought of what this man could do to me. The thought of his hands running down my skin, or through my thick hair. I find my eyes dangerously scanning Harry as I glimpse at his large hands, hands strong enough to ravage me, yet at some point would be gentle. Even his luscious pink lips which easily gets swiped with his wet tongue leaves his flesh to look shiny and has me at a scary level of being aroused.

And god, the look he gave me when I turned around to acknowledge him. As if he wanted me just the same way.

I shudder as thoughts of what his torso would look like, the happy trail that would lead to something.. forbidden. The thoughts are horrendous to non-intoxicated me, but as soon as I arrived here I was offered a nice glass of champagne. I'm lightweight as it is. Now I'm just a drowning lust-filled character in this life of mine.

My legs feel like jelly as I press them together, lacing my fingers together as I contain a foolish groan that desperately wants to escape my lips.

Suddenly my name is being murmured and I dart my eyes away from the floor, looking up at the men who stare at me and my lustful thoughts.

I'm already deep into this, and like I said before.. I've barely even given my name to this man.

Maela has no control. Hah.

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