Work For Me { H.S }

13

If you had asked me how this night would have ended, I would not have told you that I am currently sitting in a bathtub filled with bubbles and a handsome Harry as we chat, drink wine, and just bask in each other's presence. I would have told you that this was strictly business and nothing else, but as I spent more time with him, I couldn't help but want more.

Watching his mouth move, I was stuck in my head, just thinking about everything and what was to come. I couldn't help but feel a little sad. This isn't the real us. The business deal will have to start soon and one day end.

"Violet, did you hear me?" Harry asked, bringing me out of my trance.

"No, sorry, I was thinking of something else. What did you say?"

"What were you thinking about that had you ignoring me?" he countered, sipping on his wine.

"It's nothing. What were you saying?" I countered back, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere. If I brought up what I was feeling, it would aggravate him to the point where he might reconsider this whole thing.

"Hmm," he mumbled, not wanting to push it further. "Come here." He opened his arms for me to come in, which I gladly did, turning around so I was positioned between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine, Harry, I promise." I smiled up at him, and he looked down at me, planting a kiss before backing off.

"If you say so, I won't pressure you anymore. But if you have any issues, I would like you to tell me first. Since I am going to be your Dom, I want everything laid out on the table, no miscommunications, open honesty, and to know what you are feeling. I want to take care of you as well."

Hearing that did make me feel a bit better, but how open could I be? I was the one who got myself into the situation. I signed the contract, and I knew what it was going to be, so there's no reason for me to say anything, even if I feel a certain way. One day, this will end, Violet. You just need to relax and have fun.

"I'm okay, Harry, I promise." I relaxed into his warm body, resting my head against his shoulder. 

"Perfectly fine with you."

"Okay," he replied gently. "Let's get to know each other more. Tell me more about yourself."

"We already fucked. What's more to learn? This is just a business thing, Harry; don't push yourself."

"Like I said, I want to take care of you as well. I want to build a relationship. Even though a contract might be involved, I still want to know you, Violet," he replied, circling his hands against my skin, leaving me with a sense of warmth.

"Uh, well, I'm an only child. I lived in California before coming to Queens when I was seven. My favorite color is black. I love reading romance books. I love window shopping. I always wanted a cat, but my apartment doesn't allow it, and my mom was allergic. There's not much else to know about me. How about you?"

"Well, I was born and raised in New York. I love working out in my free time, and my favorite color is red."

"That's it?" I turned around to look at him, confused. There had to be more to him.

"Yeah, I'm a boring guy, besides work and my other business."

"What about your aspirations, your fears, your dreams? What ignites that spark in you?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"I don't have any. I live my life day to day. I do what I want, and I love every second of it. I have a nice job that I love, and I have a nice girl that I can explore her and my wild side with. As of now, I am complete. How about you?"