Harry Styles Smut

{8} Boss

eight: Harry is your fathers boss, and he loves coming to your family house because of dessert...

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The first time I met my fathers boss was an utter accident, and an embarrassing one at that. I was with a bunch of friends at the local shopping mall and one of them had wanted to go into Victoria's secret to look at lingerie for her trip away with her boyfriend. So while we all giggled, holding up lace bodysuits against our frames, I made direct eye contact with my dad who didn't look happy with me.

I excused myself from the girls and walked over to him with my head down. He told me off and said I couldn't be trusted out alone because I wasn't old enough to be in stores that sold sexy outfits and arousing products. In the midst of him telling me off, we hadn't realised the presence of his boss who had accompanied him on their lunch break and had returned from his toilet trip. He had cleared his throat to get our attention and I whipped my head around when I saw my fathers reaction as he had looked up.

This man must've been over six feet tall. His shoulders were broad and muscles bulging under his crisp white shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and revealed swirls of black ink making up various tattoos dotted on his tan complexion. Not only was I shocked by his build but his face was something else. He had a gorgeous golden glow about him, as though the sun was always shining on his skin. And the most viridescent eyes, peering into my own. 

It's now six years later, and Harry (my father's boss) has come for dinner on just two occasions - my father's birthday and my graduation. This Friday marks his third time coming around and this time my boyfriend Tommy will also be attending. The occasion is my father's promotion, one he's been working toward since the last time he moved up a rank in the business.

"Y/N! Harry will be here any minute please come down!" My mother calls up the stairs from the front foyer. Tommy had messaged me stating he will be late because football overran, but he'll head straight here to get ready. My father won't be happy, he doesn't like Tommy as it is because he "doesn't offer me the life I've always wanted", but I like Tommy because he understands me. He's patient and kind and so gentle, despite being a solid football player most days.

"Coming!" I shout back down as I zip up the side of my dress, it's a lovely corseted floral dress that subtly compliments my figure and ever so slightly pushes my breasts up. I take a short moment to look over my face to ensure nothing is wrong and then tighten the ribbon on my head, holding back the long curly locks I spent over an hour perfecting.

I slip my fluffy Uggs on and travel out of my room and to the grand staircase. Just as I reach the top, the our doorman James is greeting Harry by taking his jacket and sunglasses. I can't help but look him up and down, admiring the way his suit hugs all the right places to accentuate his muscular build. His eyes find mine as I descent down the stairs and he smirks knowingly at me.

In that moment, I'm taken back to my graduation party. The drunken laughter of my friends and the way the room spun due to my excessive alcohol consumption. I'd stepped out of the house and onto the second floor balcony of the lobby to catch my breath and sober myself, only to realise I wasn't alone.

Harrys silhouette stood, leant against the window ledge, with his hand to his mouth as he smoked a cigar. I'd always hated my father's smoking habit as it stunk out the house, but watching Harry inhale the fumes so coolly send heat to the tops of my thighs. It was something I'd never experienced before, and I opted to blame it on the drink as I'd always felt the buzz of alcohol to my legs first.