A Hint of Spice

Chapter 15

I gripped his phone. "W-what?"

"He cancelled.. Wait is this Keeley?" Harry's raspy voice came through the speaker.

"Ya.." I turned to see Niall in the door. "When were you gonna tell me!?"

Niall glared. "Give me the phone." He held his hand out.

"When were you gonna tell me!?" I yelled at him.

"Give me the phone!" He demanded stepping towards me.

"He's gonna have to call you back Harry." I hung up and stared at Niall. I tossed his phone behind the couch, waiting for him to jump at it before taking off for the door. His arm reached out and caught me just in time though. He yanked me backwards and threw me to the couch. "This is what I mean! You never tell me anything anymore! I'm-"

"I do so to protect you. I don't want you freaking out and getting hurt. Yes the prick cancelled. I'm still gonna be training just not for a fight." He cut me off.

I narrowed my eyes at him before standing. "I have to go to work." I walked past him and to the bedroom. I changed into a sports bra and short shorts. I walked back to the hall where Niall stood.

"No. Go change."

"No!" I snapped.

"Yes!" He shoved me into the bedroom. "I won't let you show up like that! I'm not stupid! You're asking for it. You know how many guys will take the chance to screw my girl? Too many to count!" I was a little taken aback. He had never been this protective or yelled at me like this. "I won't let you get hurt! That's why you're going to work at the grocery store again. It's right by my work and I won't have to worry about you. Why did you quit?"

"I got fired from the grocery store! Okay? I was gone for too long! My medical injury got me fired so I needed a new job. I thought you wouldn't mind if I worked with you, but seeing as you don't..." I didn't know how to finish. I didn't have to though because he turned and rummaged through his dresser and pulled out some basketball shorts and a white shirt. He changed quickly and then walked outside. I heard the front door close and the car start. I sprinted outside and opened the passenger door. I slid into the seat and shut the door. I put on my seat belt and let my hands rest in my lap. I sat quietly as he drove to work.

**

I stood by the door waiting for him. When he finally emerged he was coated in sweat and rubbing his face with a rag. He waved to Chris, the guy at the front desk and walked over to me. He started to walk past me but I grabbed his arm. He looked at me for a minute. "I want a kiss." I whispered to him.

He laughed but then turned serious. "Oh so now you want to be nice." His voice was low.

"Give me a fucking kiss." I snapped at him louder.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you've been a bitch!" He snapped back.

An idea popped into my head. "I like when you cuss at me." I whispered it and moved closer to him. "I like it a lot. I like when you're all sweaty too. Mm." I bit my lip as I looked at him up and down to make it look sexual. I also bit my lip from laughing at his face.

He bit his own lip as I rubbed myself on him. His eyes traced my body as i spoke and his chin trembled as I looked at him up and down. "Stop it." He whispered.

"Stop what?" I asked in an innocent voice.

"Stop teasing me in public." He pushed the door open and stepped outside. I followed him to the car, pushing him against the driver's door. He looked down at me, "What are y-" I crashed my lips to his, pressing him harder against the car.