His Demands

Chapter Four: Mr. Styles

The next morning I could feel myself growing anxious, not sure what to expect of him as he wasn't at the interview. I didn't know how he would feel as he was probably the youngest CEO slash self made billionaire. I had been told that he was twenty three and liked to have early workers, meaning I had to be at his office before him. The interviewer also told me that he enjoyed coffee with cream and sugar. Making sure I had done all the things on the way, all I had to worry about now was my dress code. Since I wasn't certain as to what he prefers I decide to wear a black pencil skirt and a flowery lacy white crop top. With my hair in a bun and my contacts in. Yes I had contacts but they made me feel awkward and uncomfortable. After putting them in, my self consciousness grew so I took them out and put my glasses back on.

Hey at least I had tried.

Figuring that he didn't really care about shoes I put on my black flats before driving to work. At this time it was exactly six. With two cups of coffee I rode the escalator up to the 58th floor. Making my way down the hallway I saw two cubicles on either side as they opened up to what seemed the biggest office for mainly just a CEO. It had glass walls and was easy to look into even behind his desk were big bay windows looking out on the city below.

I stop right in front of the doors as he isn't here yet so I decide to sit on the red bench beside the big office doors. I've been sitting for a good ten minutes when suddenly the four office people stand in unison and are looking towards the elevator just as it dings. And in walks my new boss. He's dressed superbly, wearing a black fitted suit with a white undershirt and a silky black tie.

His hair is longish though the front is swept back, he's typing away on his phone, though he does wave and greet each employee, before standing in front of his office.

"Come in." He states.

His voice is hard, as his jaw which seems to be clenched as he opens the door. I quickly follow after him hoping the door wouldn't hit me as I made my way in. I look around to see that his office is furnished in most dark colors except for the eggshell white rug. Everything else is Dark leather while the desks and windows are all glass. The floor is a cool grey marble giving off a very modern look.

The fancy man clears his throat indicating with the swivel of his hand that I should sit down. I do so, looking at the silver plaque that has the name styles. The name rings a bell in my ears as it's, curiously familiar.

Sitting i watch as this handsome man looks down at me. the first thing that captures my attention are his eyes. Bright as if the sun is shining through an emerald, they have my thoughts scrambling. When I stare out at him i cant help but feel as if he has taken me to another world.

"So you are my new personal secretary?" he asks.

I let out a little squeak as i was holding my breath, but at the sound of his silken raspy voice i let it out, god has been unfair by making this man flawless, even his voice has me feeling some type of way.

"Ms. Jonson is it?" he asks looking at some papers on his desk.

"Um Yes, and uh yes I'm your new secretary what shall I get started on?" i question a bit breathlessly.

"Before we can put you to work darling," he whispers making his way around his glass desk and comes to stand far too close, his breath brushing my face as he speaks.

Its warm, and has my eyes fluttering close as if in submission, something about him is just, well dominant. Like he's the alpha male and must be obeyed. Yes I just made a werewolf term I may be a geek but I do read for fun and twilight had been a hidden favorite. Swallowing i straighten myself up before meeting his other worldly gaze.

"Well we'll need to get you a desk, and since you're new,and oh so, well secretary like, I've decided you shall share my office for now until I can make other arrangements." he says.

His gaze swept over my outfit, and suddenly i was unsure as if it was appropriate since he hadn't really taken his eyes off me. And he wanted me to work in his office with him? I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do anything if he kept staring at me like that. Gulping I nod.

"Um okay Mr.styles."

The rest of the day consisted of me learning the ropes, and learning how much Mr.Styles actually drank black coffee and liked creamer and sugar only in his tea. I had to hide a laugh as the girl at the interview had seemed so sure of herself while in reality was mistaken. Mr. Styles let me off work early, suggesting that I must have some other things to do as I was a college student, and again after hearing him say that, I couldn't help but feel a wiggle, as if I was supposed to know who he was.

Don't hate me its short and I haven't updated sorry again! But I so hope y'all enjoyed. Please vote and comment what you darlings think ta ta see you soon hopefully! ;)