Fifty Shades of Styles

Chapter Four

"Hi.. Can I have one Caramel Macchiato to go please?"
I politely speak to the young man behind the counter and pay the amount. Every morning, I head towards the Starbucks across the street and grab a coffee to stay awake at work. It gets extremely difficult sometimes. For today, there's not much to do.. Except having to see Mr. Styles peaking around to check if we are 'evaluating' the listed workers. Today's outfit for me is a white formal dress, above the knee with an up-do. When you work at places filled with professional architects, you've gotta dress like them to fit in. I check my watch only to find out how late I'm running so I impatiently wait by the pick up counter to get my drink.

"Thank you"
I say once my coffee is set on the table and the lady smiles at me. With that, I rush out of the shop, clicking my heels quickly towards the other side of the busy street. The location of this damn building is in the city centre which is torturous when you drive around with a car. I rush into the building, the air conditioned room making me get chills but I ignore it. Rushing up to the elevators, I press the button, checking the time once again. If you're late when any of the VPs are around, you're dead for sure. Biting my lip from nervousness, I stumble into an empty elevator, almost spilling my beverage all over the floor. Taking deep breaths, I take a big gulp of coffee to wake myself up. Every floor passes by until the elevator is instructed to stop at one level. Great, I'm gonna run late. Stepping back to give space to the people who were going to walk in once the doors open, I take another sip of my coffee.. Like a normal human being this time. The elevator doors open and with that, walks in Mr. Styles. My heart begins to beat faster, my throat running dry. I bite my lip, observing his figure. Another suit.. Typical. There is not one day that I see him with a simple shirt. It's always a suit. I've never seen him outside of work so I know absolutely nothing about his life outside of work. Who knows.. Maybe he dresses up as a beggar and roams the streets with a dirty blouse. My attention changes from his appearance to what he is carrying with him like a baby. There are a number of thick stacks of paper in his hands. Literally for the first time ever. He looks up from the papers as if he just realized that I was there and his actions come to a halt, his eyes only on me with this half smile half smirk on his face. I think I need a slang for this one. I'll call it 'Smilk'. Learn it.

"I was just looking for you"
Mr. Styles speaks quietly, his eyes burning holes through my body. His voice is so subtle yet serious. I step back, my back hitting against the wall. Well shit.

"And why is that?"
I question, a smile unconsciously forming on my face. It can't be that easy to win over someone. Especially win over me. But oh my god.. This man is so utterly sexy and gorgeous that it's hard to resist.

"Because of the contract to you, of course."
He steps closer to me, practically invading my personal space. He stops once he is close enough to allow me to feel his minty breath against my bare skin and hands a thick stack of papers that I assume is the 'contract'. Before I'm able to say or do anything, Mr. Styles throws the files harshly towards the other direction only to result in raining papers over us. Then, he looks down to the drink my hand and firmly takes it from me with no permission, his eyes finding their way up to my face. I don't know what he is planning but I hate to say that I want in. He stares at my lips, eyes, lips again, my heart pounding out of my chest so viciously that I can feel my head thumping. When a guy stares at your lips and then up at your eyes, it's a plus point for me. I feel as though this man knows which one of my strings to pull. It's almost as if his goal is to gain full control over me because it's been only two time that we have had an intimate conversation and we already knows what to do to make me feel like wanting him. One of his hands rise to the back of my neck while the other one holds the cup of coffee, leaving me in pure confusion. He presses his soft lips against mine, our heads moving from one side to another to more room. His fingers brush through my hair, tickling the back of my neck with their gracefulness. I can feel that he wants more than us just kissing right now because he is rubbing his body against mine gently, the hand containing the beverage touching my back. At least this dress is keeping me from going absolutely nuts and ripping his suits apart. I never had the thought of me being so vicious to my own body.

"Mm.. Caramel Macchiato. My favorite"
He says through the kiss, me assuming that my mouth tastes like coffee since I was drinking one before it was stolen from me. Mr. Styles smirks before spilling his tongue into my mouth, me showing absolutely no sign of resistance. Forgetting about how late I am, I continue to make out with my boss. THE boss. The elevator doors suddenly open and thats when I realize that we're on the last floor. Let me remind you that this all happened in under a minute. Mr. Styles pulls away, handing me my coffee back without any sign of spillage. Kneeling down, he gathers all of the scattered sheets of paper and hands it to me. I keep quiet, watching him rise to build a tall figure over me. He raises his shoulders and straightens his suit out, patting his tie to flatten it.

"Please make sure that you read the contract word by word before coming to any conclusions"
He speaks as he heads out, my breathing stabilizing. Everything I promise myself that I won't go through with, I do the absolute opposite. Is this how I'm going to feel every time he is around?

"The following expertise are required for a complete 100% upgrade.."
I read to myself, my eyes following each letter as told to, my eyebrows frowning as I wait for this incredibly slow elevator to stop at my desired floor. At this point, I don't know whether I'm interested in reading the rest of the crap on this contract or not.. It's like I'm so over how stupidly outrageous this is but I also want to know what 'skills' are needed for such an important step. I feel the cup of coffee in my hand cool down in my hand, the steam finally coming to an end. Before I'm able to get my eyes back on the paper, the elevator doors open and I'm forced to walk out. I can't last one more second in one of these. It's basically filled with Mr. Styles' strong cologne.. I'm absolutely in love with the scent but it won't help me stop thinking about him so much.

Holding the thick stack of sheets against my chest protectively, I rush towards my desk. At this point, I don't have any time to observe my surroundings.. I just pull open one of the small cabinets carved into my desk and place the papers in the compact space with ease. Maybe it's because of how carelessly I stuffed them in. Whatever it is.. I will do just so no one will find out about this little 'contract' because it is utterly embarrassing.

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I yawn, my eyes searching the entire room for any living creature and I'm happy when I only come across a cleaner walking towards the main entrance. It's Friday night and if you didn't know, it means that when everyone's shift is over, the building will be dead empty. Lucky me, I'm forced to stay back for a few more minutes to go through these documents alone. I can't risk anyone catching a glimpse of this.. Not even my neighbors.

Once I hear the doors shutting, I sigh and reach towards the cabinet. I pull it open and this time, carefully free it from the tight area and place it in front of me on the table. Biting my bottom lip, my eyes search for the last section I read previously and once I find it, I begin reading to myself.

"Sexually Experienced, interested in sexual activities, obeyer.. And open-minded..?"
I finish reading, feeling confused and uncomfortable. Not surprised. What does he mean by open minded? Is he gonna have the smallest dick on earth? Is that what I would have to accept? I'm just too tired to focus and read the rest of this. Setting the contract aside, I rise from my seat. You have got to be kidding me with this.