Evie | H.S |

9. Quick fingers

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I sat back in my seat, trying to compose myself and we sat in silence for a moment. While I didn't say no, my consent wasn't exactly enthusiastic but those lips, man.

"You're used to getting what you want, aren't you" I mused after blowing out a grounding breath of air that I felt like I'd been holding onto.

"And you're used to not going after what you want when it's right in front of you" he jabbed back with a chuckle so quickly, like he'd had that line sitting on the tip of his teasing tongue, just waiting to say it. I thought about it for a second.

"I don't think that's fair."

Harry shifted in his seat, angling himself to get a clearer view of me. His eyes trailed over my face, reading my expression and then my body language. "Quite the over-thinker, too" he added with the click of his tongue.

Oh you've figured me out, have you?

I laughed dryly, and rolled my eyes insolently. "Why do I feel like I'm in a twisted therapy session right now?"

"Eyes, Evie" he murmured with a smirk. A ring-clad hand gripped the top of my leg and gave me a gentle squeeze. "Let's get out of here."

I knew I should have been thinking about my career, about all the good things that could come from this opportunity, but as we stepped out of the cool air and into the van, all I could focus on was him. His smile, the way he could make me feel like I was the only person in the world, made me feel a way that was almost intoxicating. The logical part of my brain was screaming at me that this was all a terrible idea - mixing work and whatever this was - but the pull I felt towards him was undeniable. Maybe it was the drinks, maybe it was the entertaining back and forth, or maybe it was the thrill of indulging in something I knew I shouldn't. Whatever it was, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to see where the night could lead.

"No one has to know, if that's what you're concerned about." Harry brought me back to reality as I was staring out the window of the dark tinted van windows, looking out at all of the cars wizzing past.

"I'd appreciate that" I murmured.

The remaining ride was spent in silence. Every now and then he'd squeeze my leg. I could sense he was trying to make sure I was still engaged, that I was all there.

Arriving back at our hotel, we were dropped at the underground carpark which I was relieved about. Harry insisted on walking me to my room. I noted how he walked so much faster than me, his long legs taking large, even strides as he reached the elevator, holding it open to wait for me to catch up.

We stood apart in the elevator but I could feel him glancing in my direction momentarily with each floor we passed. There was a burgeoning tension all evening but it seemed to be getting to its height.

"Y'know I just find it kind of funny how you were in Auckland compared to now..." he began and I rolled my eyes and stepped out of the elevator arriving at my floor.

"I seem to recall it was you who came to my door" I shot back, looking at him over my shoulder as I was walked ahead.

"I can't take full responsibility for that" he chastised with a knowing smile that saw me unsure if he deserved a slap or a kiss.

"Well this is me" I told him coyly, my back up against the door.

The way he leant up against the door frame, hovering over me sent flashbacks to that night in New Zealand. It sprung to mind how he'd walked in guns blazing completely throwing me off, and then I thought about how his hands felt on me.