I rose up from my seat so fast, the chair I was sitting in fell as did a cup of pens on his desk.
I could feel my face burning hot with anger. My breathing got heavier as a tinge of red seemed to cloud my vision.
I slammed my hands against the desk and leaned down so our faces were inches just apart. Harry's eyes widened at my sudden change in posture.
"Look, Mr. Styles, I don't know what goes through that big ass head of yours, but I don't give two fucks. I know you'd be my boss, and I need to show you more respect. But the respect I give is based on the respect I receive. So, if you're gonna be a dick that's bigger than your actual size, I'll be the same. I am ok with playful banter, but I will not take your bullshit. If you don't want me working for you because I don't lick your ass or suck your dick the way your other workers here do, so be it. But you'd probably be better off with me to be honest. I'd keep your ass in check better than a fucking football referee. I don't know if I should compare your cock to your big ass ego or you lack of common sense. Oh- and one last thing, PLEASE GET THAT FUCKING GIANT ASS STICK OUT OF YOUR ASS BEFORE YOU GET A SPLINTER What do you think this is? Theodore Roosevelt times? Seriously, it's time to grow up, Harry. You're a grown man who owns the biggest company in America and is rich beyond a doubt. Start acting like it, and please stop staring at my chest."
I took a deep breath and sat back down, with a straight posture.
Harry's eyes were bugging and his mouth was slightly gaped open. His facial expression made me smirk.
I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to speak. My smirk was still on plastered on my face, but my heart was pounding in my chest because I may had just cost me the one chance at getting another job. If this gets out, I'll be out of the business industry all over the country. Harry's incorporation is that big.
"So, uh, um." Harry cleared his throat. "How soon can you start."
My smirk formed into a grin as I heard these words. "Whenever you're ready for me to... Sir."
He pulled at his tie, as if it was choking him. There were small beads of sweat on his forhead but he kept himself composed. "How about tomorrow? I will personally give you a tour and orientation of how this place works and then Wednesday you may officially start."
I sprung from my chair and grabbed his hand, shaking it roughly and energetically. "Thank you so much, Mr. Styles. I promise you won't regret this."
He cleared his throat again. "I have a feeling you won't." He mumbled under his breath, thinking I couldn't hear.
"I'm sorry?"
"Oh, uh nothing! Nothing at all." His face was flushed red and he had to keep wiping his brow because of sweat.
"Mr. Styles, are you alright?" I asked, actually a little concerned for my new boss.
"No- yes! I'm quite alright. I just feel a little feverish, that's all."
"Maybe you should go home, I can walk with you out-"
"No! I mean no thank you I have too much work to do. But you can feel free to leave when you like. Just be here in my office at 9:00 sharpso we can start your tour and orientation."
I nodded even though I was still a little confused by his sudden attitude change.
I stood up and extended my hand. Harry just stayed in his seat, looking up at me. I cleared my throat, implying that I was expecting him to stand and shake my hand. I was hoping he would, because my face was starting to burn from embarrassment.
Then he sighed and started to shift in his chair, as if he was struggling to get up. He got up and awkwardly shook my hand.
"I intend for you to be a pleasure working with, Miss Jay. Don't disappoint me." He choked out.
I nodded, raising an eyebrow. Was he really that sick all of a sudden? Or did he just not want to see my face anymore?
I looked down to see that my resume was still on his desk.
"Oh, did you still need this?" I asked.
He shook his head no, so I reached to pick it up. As I looked down at at the folder, I noticed something about Harry's clothes. His pants were black and very concealing.
But not enough to shield the rock hard on he was having right now.
I looked at Harry and raised my eyebrows. His face filled with embarrassment as he wiped away more sweat.
I tried to hide my smirk, but failed. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Styles. I will leave you to... That."
He nodded and sat back down. Now i understand why he was so 'sick'. His legs were spread really wide and I knew the minute I walked out of his office, he'd be pumping.
I quickly turned around and walked out. Before I shut the door I poked my head back through the door.
"Oh and Mr. Styles."
"Yes?" He looked at me warily.
"You're really packing there." I winked playfully and shut the door.
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Harry's POV:
I stared at the door she just shut. I want to hate her, but I can't. She's sexy, confident, seemed like a great worker, and wasn't afraid to speak her mind. The way she went off on me was so hot I could feel myself growing hard before she even finished.
With any other employee, I would have fired them and made sure they never landed another business job in the country ever again.
Carter was different. And I didn't know why. I feel as if no matter how she treats me, I won't be able to fire her. After all, I did start the fued by throwing am insult at her. Even if I didn't, she has some kind of power over me.
And I don't like it.
A/N
Hey
So yep, there y'all go. I hope y'all like this and as you can probably tell, my energy and happiness is nonexistent at the moment. Yeah.... Vote and comment please..
*Alex*
