It had been a week since the incident with my sister and Harry seemed to have fully forgiven me by now. It was pretty usual for him to constantly want to know where I was but in the days following the club, he was almost paranoid about it.
Speak of the devil, my phone began buzzing obnoxiously and I lifted it to my eat "Hello?" I answered, walking down the busy sidewalk.
"Good Morning, Angel." His husky voice came through the phone and I grinned.
"Good morning." Somehow I always ended up flustered and blushing slightly every time we talked on the phone. There was just something so intimate about the way he talked.
"Do you have any plans tonight?"
I internally groaned, of course I was always happy to see Harry but I had been hoping I had a little more time because when I saw him I would have to bring up the subject of this weekend.
"Not that I can think of." I answered.
"Good...what do you think about Italian food?"
I took a deep breath, "actually I need to talk to you." I said, my voice coming out smaller than I would have liked.
I had tried to use a public place to address subjects before and I'm better off just biting the bullet and doing it privately.
"About?" Harry asked, his curiosity obviously spiking.
"It can wait till tonight."
"Willow." His voice held an element of warning.
"It's kind of something we need to discuss in person." I said, fidgeting nervously.
"Okay."
My jaw almost dropped, what?? "Excuse me?"
"We'll discuss it in person." He said, calmly ...before hanging up.
In a confused daze, at how well he responded, I picked up the coffee I had walked from my apartment to get and began the 11 block walk back.
Humming along to the music from my headphones, I jogged up the steps to my building, careful of my drink before digging in my back for the key...but the door was unlocked ...
I nudged it open, did I leave it unlocked?
"Hellooo?" I called into the apartment, my heart racing.
"It's just me, Angel." Harry's voice answered, as he appeared around the corner.
"Harry! What the hell?? You scared the shit out of me!" I gasped, clutching tightly to my backpack.
He gave a confused look, "you said we needed to talk in person...did you not?"
My stomach dropped.
"I meant tonight." I said, avoiding his gaze as I stepped into the apartment and laid my bag down.
"Well I'm here, now."
"I see that." I whispered.
"Willow Grace!"
He always used my middle name when he was irritated...simply because there's no possible way to say "Willow" and sound intimidating.
He sat down at the dining room table and looked at me expectantly.
Swallowing the growing lump in my throat, I glued my eyes to the table, to avoid his gaze, and took a deep breath.
"Two days from now a group of employees from the company I work for are going to Atlanta to close a deal." I said quickly, avoiding as many details as possible until I knew how he would react.
"Okay....?" Harry arched an eyebrow.
"I was informed yesterday that I am one of those employees." I said, almost biting my tongue I spoke so quickly.
Harry crossed his arms, his jaw clenching slightly. "Is that so?"
I nodded.
"And who else is going?"
"Oh ya know, Barbara will probably be there, I think Brent is going-"
"Willow Grace! I want all of the details and I want them now !"
I flinched, at his tone.
"Friday through Sunday a group of us are going to Atlanta and that group will be led by Richard."
"Friday through Sunday...meaning you'll be at a hotel?"
"I assume." I whispered.
"No." Harry said, he didn't yell but that still wouldn't work.
"Harry-"
He stood up and I stumbled backwards.
"No." He repeated, his volume dropping. "And my word is final."
I didn't want to fight with him, so I took a deep breath and stepped toward him.
"Yes Daddy." I whispered, "your word is final but I worked for this job and you know I don't want you to support me and that's what would have to happen if I get fired." He began to object, but I pressed my thumb gently to his lips to silence him. "You can set whatever guidelines you want and I will follow them obediently, without question...but I need this for my career."
Sighing, he placed his hands on my waist. "Alright." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, as he continued. "I'll be back at 4 o'clock and you can cook or we can go out but I will have my list of rules for you to follow."
I nodded, enthusiastically. Ecstatic he even agreed to this.
His hand slid down to grip my ass and I giggled. "Obedience is sexy on you."
I pecked his cheek, "using your inside voice is sexy on you."
Harry scrunched up his nose, " my inside voice ?" He chuckled at my choice of words.
