Suited 》Harry Styles AU.

9. Distraction

Chapter 9: Distraction

"What are you doing?" I ask as he starts to fiddle with my hair.

I was still situated on Styles' lap and funny enough it was comfortable, it wasn't bony or flabby and it could pass out as furniture if I was blindfolded and with the way he rocked me back and forth slowly...

"Lifting your hair from your shoulders."

"Why?" I ask, my hands trying to adjust my own hair at the same time pushing his away. "You always do what you want, don't you?"

"You would be flat on your back this minute if I always do what I want." He answers with a haughty smirk and I quit trying to push his hands away.

There isn't any need for me to continue to argue with him. Admittedly, I couldn't stop him from touching me, he was at least twice my size and strength, besides that, I admit that I do like it when he touches me but I will never say it to his face.

He is already arrogant enough, the last thing I want to do is boost his ego.

He makes a quick work of his task, his hands gentle when he touched the sides of my neck. A shiver of pleasure races down my back and I find it surprising that he corrected what bothered him instead of criticizing me about it, something I wouldn't expect from him.

"Thanks," I murmur to Mr. Styles, looking down at my hands.

I still felt shy and timid around the man even after I had asked him to kiss me, not that I regret my actions though.

Styles place both of his hands on my waist, pulling me to my feet before helping himself up. I stare at him in utter confusion as to why he would pull me up, because I would have sworn he knew I was enjoying my former position.

"I made us dinner," Harry notifies me.

"Oh," is the only sound I manage to produce, dinner does sound amazing but it actually means nothing if there isn't any appetite to go with it.

Harry places his hand at the small of my back as he leads me out of the living room and into the dining area, pulling out a seat for me to settle in and as I muttered a "thank you", he had already disappeared into the kitchen and re-appeared with two plates of steaming meals in them.

"Grilled spiced chicken skewers with cucumber salad," He says as he places a plate in front of me.

"You made this?" I ask, looking down at the food on the plate. I can't help but ask because it doesn't seem like it was microwaved from a can or something.

"Yes. I did." Harry confirms taking a seat at the head of the table.

"I didn't know you cook," I sat, staring at him.

Cooking is one of the talents he possesses aside from being a rude, stuck up jerk. He seems like one who would rather spend all day in the office than set a foot in the kitchen, but I was solemnly wrong.

"You do not know a lot of things, Emiliana. More wine?" he asks and I shake my head, picking up my fork.

"Thank you but I'm done drinking for the night," I say an

Even though I only had one glass and the wine, the last thing I need is to be tanked-up and drunk, alone with a sexy C.E.O in an apartment that could pass as a luxurious hotel but seeing two of those things were checked on the list, I had to cut to cut down on my intake of alcohol, just to be on the safer side.

"You only had one glass," he furrows his brows.

"And it was more than enough for me," I give him a weak smile. "Thank you, by the way, the wine tasted absolutely delicious and so does the food."