Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 11

He moved his hand up to my cheek and stroked it gently.

"Harry," I said, using my hands in an attempt to push him back. He only held me tighter, and he began walking backwards. I stumbled a litte, too hesitant to move.

"Don't fall," he said smirking at me.

"Harry, stop, I have a boyfriend."

"He doesn't have to know," Harry whispered into my ear. Now I was extremely nervous. He began peppering light kisses onto my neck, making my breathing stop a little.

"Harry," I said, continuously, but he only ignored me. My hand moved itself up to his head, and tangled itself into his soft, chocolate brown curls. He moved his hand from my waist, and up to my hair, lightly tugging at it. Then he stopped, pulling on my hair a little harder, making me look up at him. It sent this instant wave of electricity through me.

"You're so beautiful.." he said huskily. Then, he pushed me backwards onto the plush, velvet, crimson couch. I sat myself up, not knowing what to expect next. Harry was unpredictable. He knelt down in front of me, softly, gently rubbing his hands up my thighs underneath my dress.

"Harry," I breathed out again. By this point, it was evident. There was no stopping this. I honestly didn't want it to stop, but I thought about Alex, and how hurt he'd be if he found out.

"You smell lovely, dear," he said into the inside of my thigh. He continuously placed kisses up and down my thighs. I was nervous. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move. This was all new for me. Even me and Alex had never gotten this intense. And now, here I was, with some guy that I had literally just met.

As I was deeply entangled into my thoughts, I didn't even realize that he was now at the brim of my underwear.

"Harry, please..."

"What do you want baby, hmm?" he hummed against my skin, slowly sliding my underwear down.

"Please, stop... Y-you need to stop, please."

"Do I really need to?" He looked up at me his eyes a deeper green than how they looked just a few minutes earlier.

"Please, I- I have a boyfriend... I- I couldn't live with myself if I did this..." He stared into my eyes, and then he took a deep breath.

"Well," he said, adjusting his shirt. "Now I know you'll be one of my more faithful employees. But that'll change soon, Mia."

The way he said that sent chills down my spine. I wasn't sure what that meant, but whatever it meant, it wouldn't leave my head for the rest of the night.

After we left the restaurant, the car ride back to the hotel was silent, awkward. I kept feeling Harry glancing over at me. My eyes were frozen to the road ahead.

"Mia," he said, now staring at the road, "what's the matter?"

"N-nothing, Harry, I just.. Um, I- I feel a little, um, weird now.."

"I never mean to make anyone uncomfortable love. But that was only your first test. I needed exactly how much you could take, what your limit was. But it seems like I didn't get quite far, did I?" He chuckled a little.

"No, you didn't... And quite frankly I don't think you will anytime soon," I said monotonously. He looked at me.

"Hmm, you have a mouth on you, don't you? We'll get that fixed." I looked at him.

"And exactly what is that supposed to mean?"

"That's for you to find out on your own."

We finally arrived in front of the hotel. I stepped out of the car.

"Thank you," I said before starting up the steps.

"Mia.."

"Yes Harry?"

"I want you to report to my office tomorrow. 9:00 a.m. Sharp. Got it?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." I watched him pull off and I rushed inside, anxiously waiting to tell Alexa what happened.