Yes, Boss

forty nine.

Flora. 

I'm on my lunch break and as I sit in the staff room I look at my phone to a missed call from Harry, I look around the room, making sure no-one is about to come over and interrupt. Then with a deep breath I call him back. 

He picks up almost straight away and for an awkward second no one says anything. 

"Harry?" I say. 

"I'm Harry now?" He asks, I can't help but smirk. 

"Fine then, Daddy.." I can't help but say quietly, scanning the mainly empty staff room. 

"Better, where did you go baby?" He asks, his voice low. 

"I just, didn't feel ready. I think I'm too inexperienced.." I say, lying smoothly. He's quiet for a few seconds, I know he's thinking. 

"Please come back, you were an amazing assistant.." He says softly. I groan inwardly, he has no idea how much I want to. 

"I can't.. for now, but I still want to.. see you" I say, choosing my words carefully. He hasn't mentioned the emotional message he left. 

"I guess I'll try and persuade you over dinner then.." He says, my heart leaps. He's actually asked me to dinner? 

"You can try.." I say. 

"I'll pick you up at 8" He says bluntly, his typical manner. 

"Sure, see you then" I say.

"Wear something nice for your daddy, it's been a while" He requests, before hanging up.  I roll my eyes. 

-

On returning from work I'm exhausted, I had to stay late and prepare for sale. I feel like I could pass out as soon as I sit down, instead I run a shower and wash my hair, hoping I'm not going to fall asleep in my dinner. I choose a black dress with a deep V and some black lace up heels, blow drying my hair so it's bouncy and by the time I'm done I don't look as tired as I feel thank god. 

"Where are you off to all dressed up?" My dad asks as I leave the house. 

"Just out with the girls from work" I shrug casually. 

"Will you be coming home?" He asks. 

"Yeah, I've got my key" I hug both him and my mother before heading out, seeing the headlights of a car pull up at the end of the drive. I climb in next to Harry, an old blur album is playing from his ipod and he's wearing a black and white patterned shirt with jeans. I lean back on the head rest, stifling a yawn. 

"Hey, tired are we?" He asks, eyebrows raised, I laugh helplessly. 

"Yeah.. I'm exhausted" I sigh, his car is so warm it's making me sleepy. 

"Working you hard at Topshop, huh?" He says with a smirk. 

"Apparently so.. what are we having for dinner..?" I ask curiously. 

"I'm sure I told you once not to ask questions" He says shaking his head. 

"Sorry.. it's just that I really fancy a Chinese.." I say helplessly. 

"Do I strike you as a Chinese takeaway kind of guy, Flo?" He asks, turning to me while he's driving, god I hate the way he takes his eyes off the road and still drives with one hand. 

"Um no.. but I really would like one right now" I say. 

"Do you know what?" He says matter of factly. 

"What?" I ask. 

"Maybe we will go back to mine and get a Chinese and just yknow hang out, if that's what you want?" He says. I feel like my eyes might light up at the thought of a chinese and a comfy sofa. 

"You're serious?" I ask, he looks at me with a light laugh. 

"Sure" He says. Bloody hell, has he had a personality transplant. 

Half an hour later we've pulled into his drive, his high gates are closing slowly and I'm holding the white takeaway bag in my hand. I place it on the kitchen island and Harry kicks off his shoes straight away, unsurprisingly going straight into the fridge for a bottle of wine, placing it next to the food and going to get plates. 

"Who needs plates, could just eat out the container" I say as I laugh at his expression. 

"You've got some issues, I worry about you" He says, obliging and getting cutlery instead. 

"You need to let loose a bit, I think" I say taking the cutlery swiftly and taking the food from the bag, digging in. He does the same. 

"I feel like an animal" He whines good naturedly. 

"Oh please" I roll my eyes, watching Harry, jesus he can even eat noodles with deft precision and look sexy whilst doing it. He continues to refill my wine glass throughout the meal. 

"Are you trying to get me drunk" I say, pushing the wine glass away pointedly. 

"Maybe I'm trying to get you horny" He says, a devilish grin on his face. 

"Oh..  is that how I work huh?" I say, looking at his mouth as he licks his full lips. 

"I don't know, you'd think so.. from the way you're looking at me now" He says, leaning forward and pushing his salted lips onto mine, urging himself onto me with a months break on his mind. I have to pull away a few seconds later, to catch my breath, instead he kisses my neck, standing up to advance onto me. 

"Ugh" I mumble, not attempting to push him away though, I suppose I knew this was going to happen. He runs a large hand along the hem of my dress. 

"God.. fuck me" I whine, a month and a half has been way too long. His head snaps up.

"What did you just say?" He grins dirtily. 

"Literally don't mess about Daddy, please fuck me" I say breathlessly. He pauses agonizingly. 

"Oh, look who's grown a back bone" He says, scooping me up and carrying me up the stairs.