He's the Boss ( Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

"Zoe?" *tap, tap, tap* I rolled over because something was poking at my face. It followed me to the other side. Poking at my cheek.

"You have to find a job today, love" the voice sung to me.

"Zayn please stop poking me."

"Are you up?" I let out a little whimper and sat up throwing the covers off of me and nodding my head. "Good, I have to go but I left the paper with the classifieds and your house key in the kitchen, also well you'll see, bye love." He walked out the room and I got up and stretched my limbs. As soon as I heard the door close I got a text message.

From Zayn:

I stole your phone to put my number in but I should be home by eight.

I nodded and sent him an ok and went to take a shower. Once I was done with that, I pulled on a dress and some heeled boots and walked downstairs to the kitchen, where I saw, as promised, a paper next to a note with a key on top. I put the key on my car key ring and read the note.

"Dear Zo,

We need food, I don't eat pork, good luck today, where your hair up it looks sexy like that

from Li, and Za."

I chuckled, those boys were so funny I loved them both already. I pulled my hair into a pencil bun and put the note in my bag, grabbed the paper and headed out the door to get some breakfast. I decided to walk to the Starbucks down the street that I saw when I was aimlessly driving around for a place to live. I was just about to walk in the door when my phone rang. I went into my bag to answer it while simultaneously pulling at the door when all of a sudden hot liquid splashed on me and I was on the ground, and a voice was talking on the phone.

"Shit, some idiotic girl just ran into me and spilled my coffee, sorry Lou I have to go." I groaned as I sat up trying not to get the hot sticky liquid on my skin. "You know," I started, "you could always say excuse me or I'm sorry, asshole."

"Why would I apologize to you when you weren't paying attention, you were on the phone."

"You were also on the phone, look mister I'm not asking for the world or for you to buy me the fucking Taj Mahal, all I'm asking for is a simple I'm sorry let me buy you a coffee to make up for your ruined clothes and throbbing backside."

"Will I get the pleasure of getting an I'm terribly sorry for my lack of knowledge on opening doors and let me replace your coffee sir. I like it when they call me sir." he winked and I scowled walking in the coffee shop with him on my tail when his phone rang again he placed his order then walked away to answer it.

"Yes, I- another one, no I'm not like that at the workplace." whoever he was talking to was giving him an earful I could tell as he walked back to the counter to pay for our beverages.

"I need another Pa pronto I can't keep getting my own coffee when I have business to attend to, yes .... alright then..... bye." and he hung up, walking back over towards me.

"Sorry about the dress love." he said as he grabbed his drink out my hand gently brushing our fingertips as he kept eye contact with me and I found it hard to locate my voice. "Pay me back for the drink some other time." he was walking away, it was now or never I reminded my self and found my courage and cleared my throat.

"Wait," he turned around and a brief look of annoyance passed his face as he raised his eyebrows.

"I couldn't help but overhear, you need and assistant?" he walked back towards me.

"Yes, but that is of no concern to you." he spat back coldly. Ouch. Time to pull out the charms.

"It could be, I mean I can be very good at getting coffee." I batted my eyelashes at him innocently, not at all in a sexual nature. He looked at me accusingly.

"You did this on purpose?" he asked pointing to my dress witch was sporting his coffee.

"Wh- what? No. Why would I, or anyone voluntarily wear hot coffee?" I asked him confused.

"Do you not know who I am, do you even keep up with the business world?" he asked incredulously.

I stiffened and he noticed.

"Not anymore. Look, I don't know who you are and if that offends you I am truly sorry. But, I do know that my mom just kicked me out and I moved in with a stranger and all I'm looking for is a steady job where the pay is decent is that really too much to ask?" he looked at me and he sort of looked like he was having an internal debate with himself, he gave me a once over and nodded his head.

"Alright, but you can't come in looking like that so, your place or mine." I scoffed. "Mine seeing as though I don't have any clothes at your place."

"Alright, do you live far from here?"

"No, just down the block, I walked here." and with that we started towards my flat. We walked side by side not speaking while he typed away on his phone. He was still typing when we reached my building and I cleared my throat to get him to stop. He looked up at the building and looked at me confused.

"I thought we were going to yours?" now, it was my turn to look confused.

"This is mine."

"Looks like we live in the same building." he walked in and opened the door for me I nodded as thanks and proceeded to the elevator putting in the code, and turning the key.

"Why do you need a job if you live here?"

"Because in about six days when my mom gets her bank records and she sees how much I've withdrawn she'll freeze my accounts." By this time we had reached the apartment and he looked around with interest as he followed me to my room and begin looking through my things.

"Oh, well I never did catch your name love." he said as he looked through my underwear drawer and picked out a red lacy bra while simultaneously checking me out. 'I like this' he

mouthed and I rolled my eyes.

"Zoe."

"Harry Styles, no last name?"

"It's not important."

"Yes it is, for your background check."

"Fine Sanders, Zoe Sanders."

"Well Ms. Sanders let's work through a couple guidelines, you will answer my phones from 9-3 each Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. Tuesdays and Fridays you will work from nine to five. This work will also include filing and coping papers as well as getting coffee or emails or schedules or anything else I ask you to do. I am a very successful man with very successful connections who invite me to lavish parties where I go and get raging drunk and find a girl to fulfill my sexual fetishes, making my PR person's job hell, from now on you will escort me and make sure I don't drink to much and get me home safely. There will be no inter office relationships, that is strictly prohibited, also when we are seen together, speak when spoken to understood?"

"Yes." by that time I was changed and ready to go so he put his hand on my lower back and guided me out the door and to the awaiting car at the curb of the building.