Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 10

Once we got inside, I examined the surroundings. It was so fancy. Chandeliers, and so much more. It was so extravagant. It made me wonder what made Harry think I was worth so much.

"Ehm, reservation for Styles," he said to the waitress. She was really preppy.

"Styles, you said? For two correct?" she said showing off her smile.

"Correct," he said.

"Alright, right this way."

We followed her around the restaurant for what seemed to be almost half a mile. Then we came to a door down the hallway and around the corner from the door we entered through.

"V.I.P," she said, slowly pushing the door open, revealing a somewhat dark room, but it was lightly lit by little lights in every corner. In the middle was a table set just for two. By the back wall was a couch, a velvet, crimson-colored couch.

"V.I.P?" I questioned myself. Did Harry think this was a date? I would hope not.

"Mia," he said, pulling out the chair from the table.

"Thank you," I said, adjusting myself into the white plush chair.

"Can I start you all off with a glass of champagne, perhaps," the waitress asked.

"Uhm, no could you give us a few minutes please?" Harry said.

"No problem.. Just ring the bell when you want service." A bell in a restaurant? What else was in here, a ballroom?

"So Mia," Harry began, propping his elbows up onto the table. "What brought you here again?"

"Well," I said, clearing my throat, "I came with my friend Alexa. It's just a, um, overdue vacation, per se." I glanced nervously at the table and then back at Harry. He was a bit...intimidating.

"Hmm, I see. Mia, can I ask you something?"

"Yes?"

"What makes you think that you have the skills to work for me?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. The question came out a little bluntly.

"I have good work ethic. I'm a very fast learner, Mr. Styles-"

"Harry."

"..Harry. I can do all of my work quickly, and on time. Trust me, I could.. and I will, if you hire me."

Harry's green eyes seemingly bored into my soul. He was examining me, as if I was a jewel.

"Stand up for me, Mia," he finally said. I stood up, hesitantly, not knowing what to expect.

"Come here." I slowly walked around the table to his seat. He stood up. Now here we were, face to face. He was so close that if I were to look up at him, my lips would touch his. He grabbed my waist, pulling me closer. I gasped a little, looking down at the black heels that I had on.

"Mia, look at me." I moved my neck back a little to look up at him..at his pink lips. At his emerald eyes.

"Mia, I need to test you, first. You're a very lovely girl, Mia. But I need to know exactly how much you can handle." With that statement, my breath developed a sudden shakiness. What was he about to do? What was the real reason he brought me here?