Fifty Shades of Styles

Chapter Three

"You are dismissed, ladies. Thank you"
Mr. Styles concludes the presentation and with that, everyone at the table rises from their seats, saying thank you to him and head towards the door while I stay utterly quiet. I have to think carefully about what I'm going to say. I also need to be very careful because God knows what this man is capable of doing. I follow at the very end but stop once everyone is out of the door. Taking a deep breath, I tell myself that he is not going to shoot me. Once I turn around, I see Mr. Styles standing across of the table with his palms resting on the table, his eyes up on me. It is as if he had made the conclusion that I was going to stay after the meeting. Shaking the billion thoughts away, I lick my lips.

"May I know why my name was on the list?"
I straightforwardly ask, walking towards the table. When I say straightforwardly, I don't mean that I was being rude and disrespectful. I just went right to the point.

"You also need to be evaluated, Ms. Dalton"
Mr. Styles smiles, stuffing his hands into his pockets, his tall figure blocking the sunlight shedding. I lick my lips, my eyebrows meeting to form a frown and I look down.

"Don't worry, though Ms. Dalton. I'll be evaluating you"
He smiles even more brightly, nodding his head slowly and my heart drops. What? Is this some sick game? How come everyone else on the list is being evaluate by their peers and I'm the only one being evaluated by the big bad wolf?

"I've decided to remain with the same position"
I speak softly, stopping once my thighs hit the glass table. Mr. Styles heads towards my direction slowly, his eyes staring deeply into mine. If I don't start speaking up for myself, he is going to take over me in a blink of an eye and I can't let myself slip away that easily.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"
He slowly speaks, his voice being the only noise. His eyes are examining my facial expression and that scares me. I can't even hear myself breathing.. Meaning that I'm not even breathing at the moment. I nod my head, looking down at the ceramic tiles and that's when I see Mr. Styles' classy black shoes.

"Yes"
I finally decide to up my game and lift my head up only to see him closer to me. It's as if he is going to kiss me.. I can feel his presence so close that it makes me almost too uncomfortable. Stepping back, I fight the urge to grab him by the collar and kiss him. Mr. Styles' face is truly unreadable and I find it hard to fight my desires at the moment. Out of the blue, I feel his large hands snake around my waist, making me run out of breath. Should I show resistance or just do what I really want to do for once?

"I don't think you've made a very good decision, Ms. Dalton"
Mr. Styles whispers, his hands now meeting behind my back to tighten his grip around my waist. I stay silent, making absolutely no move because I know that I'm going to do some outrageous and so not me. I feel as if I'm paralyzed by his presence. I can finally smell his strong and amazing cologne properly now that we are extremely close. Mr. Styles proceeds to kissing my cold neck, his warm breath giving me chills down my spine. His large hands explore my back, his plump lips leaving wet kisses down my neck. I can't resist this, I really can't. I place my arms on his shoulders, my fingers running through his smooth curls gently. I use very little force to push his face deeper into my neck and I immediately feel his smirk against my skin. If this is his way of persuasion, it's working too well. Mr. Styles' fingers widen out, going for my ass, my eyes open wide. I had no idea my boss would have such a bold power over me. I soon feel him sucking on my soft spot, me throwing my head back with my eyes closed shut. His hands cup my ass firmly, his lips heading towards my face. I assume that since he has won my body over, he thinks that he can kiss me but then again, I can't complain. He kisses my skin up my chin and then I feel his soft lips meet mine, his tongue almost immediately asking for entrance. This man is very impatient it seems. 'Fight it, Ivy. Fight it' I tell myself. I give in, ignoring my thoughts like a careless teenager. I never knew that I would become so different only in a matter of minutes. This is my first time ever being so open towards a guy. Yes.. I'm an virgin. I'm proud of it though. I'm saving it for someone special and my boss will not take that away from me so easily. His tongue moves in sync with mine, his hands gripping tightly onto my ass. One of his hands rise to the back of my neck, pushing me towards him with such for that I feel quite terrified. Our bodies are pressed against each other and I can't help but feel insecure. I can feel him pulling my body towards his so tightly that I feel his hard and toned stomach against mine.

Right then, the door bell rings loudly, me jumping. We both stop what we're doing immediately and our heads shoot towards the door. I can't say I'm disappointed because it was starting to get out of control. Mr. Styles looks quite annoyed that we have been interrupted but he shoots me a smirk. I bite my lip in embarrassment and pat sections of my outfit to straighten it out.

"Come on"
Mr. Styles stares at me while speaking as if he owns me now and that makes me feel like I have absolutely no power over this man. After only a few seconds, the doors are pushed open and Mr. Styles' secretary walks in with his morning coffee.

"Thank you"
Mr. Styles politely says to the lady once she gently places it on one side of his desk. As I watch her walk towards the door slowly, I feel myself blushing from embarrassment. Just a few moments ago, I was in a steamy situation with my boss and if it wasn't for this lady, I would've done things I would never do in my entire life and that makes me happy.

"Ms. Dalton.. I assume you have a contract to go through?"
Mr. Styles speaks confidently, one of his eyebrows raised. He has his half smile half smirk on his face once again. As if he wants to make me feel embarrassed or something. That's when I melt inside from embarrassment and disappointment in myself, looking down at the crystal clear ceramic floor.

"We'll see"
I mumble under my breath, still trying my best not to look like a pussy and I head towards the doors without looking back. I can't. I won't.