Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 15

Harry took me to a café not far from his office. We walked in. The café was basically like Starbucks. Go in, take an order, etcetera etcetera.

"Mia," Harry said in a deep whisper.

"Yeah?"

"Why do you seem so...intimidated by me?"

"Why would I be intimidated?"

"I'm not quite sure, that's why I'm asking you."

"Well," I said, folding my arms, "I'm not." He only stared at me, and I looked up at the menu, sighing heavily.

"Can I help who's next," the barista said.

"Uh," I said, putting my hand on my chin. "Can I get the chai tea, please?"

"Aaaalright, anything else," the woman said.

"Yes," Harry spoke up. I'll get a flat white, please."

"Okay, your total is 9.65." Harry pulled out his credit card and swiped it. She gave us our drinks. Just as I was about to take a seat, Harry gripped my arm, making me burn my tongue with the tea.

"SHIT," I screamed. He only looked at me and so did everyone else in the shop.

"What you've never burned your fucking tongue," I asked. "Continue with your day. Thanks."

"Miss Jamison, don't embarrass me," Harry whispered, his grip getting harder on my arm. "My apologies, everyone," he said. "Let's go."

I followed him out back towards his car, and got in.

"What the hell Mia?"

"What, you made me burn my tongue manhandling me. You could've just said we weren't staying in there."

"Mia, keep it up..."

"Keep what up?"

"Don't pull anything like that off again. And that smart ass mouth of yours. I'd watch it if I were you."

"Well stop doing and saying things that make me get smart." I thought I mumbled that where only I could hear myself, but I guess I didn't because he reached across the center compartment and grabbed my face hard, causing me to jump.

"There are consequences Mia," he said, his voice deep, almost in a whisper, and his eyes dark, forest green and dense, "and I've barely showed you half of what I'm capable of, and what happened in that office was only the beginning. Do not try me. Understood?"

"Yes."

"I won't ask you again."

"Okay."

He dropped me off in front of the hotel.

"Mia," he said before pulling I closed the door, "what happened in that office is not to be spoken of. To anyone."

"Of course not. Goodbye, Mr. Styles."

I walked up the steps of the hotel and went in. I took a deep breath and took a sip of my tea. His words, his actions replayed in my head once again as I went up the elevator. Should I tell Alexa? I couldn't decide. But we've been close for as long as I could remember. Harry and I had just met. I could trust her to keep it between us. I know she wouldn't tell.

"Bing." I reached my floor. I pulled my hotel card out of my back pocket. Or at least I thought I did. It was my credit card. Maybe it was in my other pocket. I checked. Nothing. Nothing in the front pocket. I wasn't carrying a purse.

"Fuck," I thought to myself. It must've fell out at Harry's office.

I sighed, going back to the elevator. I pressed the down button and when it opened, I saw those green eyes first.

"I believe you left this," he said, holding up my blue and green hotel key. I took it from his hand and grumbled forth a "Thank you."

He stepped out from the elevator and spun me around quickly, kissing me again. He slapped my ass hard and grabbed it.

"Harry, be careful," I said, since I was still holding the hot tea in my hand.

"Oh, sorry," he said, placing one more peck on my lips. "I look forward to seeing you soon, Mia." He pressed the down button for the elevator, stepped in and looked at me one last time, winking right before the door closed. I turned around clutching my tea even harder with both of my hands and closed my eyes. I couldn't believe what was happening.