He's the Boss ( Harry Styles)

Chapter 4

"I really don't think this is appropriate for a banquet." I said as I pulled the material upwards over my breasts while trying to keep it over my ass cheeks as well.

"I asked you what size you were." he said looking amused at my attempts to keep my bosom in place. "And I said six."

"How, you don't have any curves so why should it be that big." he whispered checking me out.

"My boobs are getting ready to be all over the security camera if you don't go find another dress." I snapped at him.

"Zoe, calm down we'll get you a bigger size." he said calmly as I walked back into the dressing room trying to get the dress off when it got stuck. I couldn't reach the zipper and there was no way this thing was going pass my boobs over my head.

"Harry?" I called out. I heard him clear his throat and start whistling.

"Asshole. Mr. Styles?"

"Yes?" I kept on trying to pull the damn thing over my head when it caught on a piece of my hair and I whimpered as I said my next statement.

"The dress is stuck."

"And?"

"Can you help me get it off please?"

"It never happens this fast but okay." he opened the curtain and looked at me with something I couldn't make out in his eyes. I waved my hand in front of his face and he shook his head as he walked over to me. He grabbed my hips turning me around so my back was to him, my ass on his crotch as he put one of his legs through mine.

"Harry?" he leaned down to my ear moving my hair off my shoulder before whispering.

"Shh, just trust me." I don't know why but I did at that moment, trust him completely. When asked about it I always joke and say he had a kind face. But in reality, it was the fact that he had such a dominating nature that you couldn't help but think that things would go just the way he wanted it to and that's what really made me trust him. Anyway, he had his legs firmly gripped around one of mine as he pulled me even closer to him where I could smell his cologne as he bent me over causing the dress to finally ride above my ass as I wiggled trying to get accustomed to the draft I now felt.

"Don't move." he said firmly as he grabbed my hips pulling me closer to his member and I couldn't help it, I started getting super turned on by the position we were in, I mean who wouldn't there was no denying that he was unbelievably handsome. He was pulling at the zipper vigorously tying to get it to budge.

"Who knew someone so small could be so... full." he mumbled to himself while still tugging at the zipper almost ripping it off the dress.

"I did, and I told you so. Now stop you're gonna ruin the dress." I told him and his hand stopped pulling at the zipper while his other held me upright.

"Okay, slip your hand under the zipper at the top of the dress and pull it away from my skin."

"If I let you go, you'll fall."

"Okay, I'll lay down then." and I laid down on the ground while he straddled me from behind doing as I instructed as I felt his warm smooth skin against mine.

"Okay when it's pulled about an inch or so away grip it on either side with that same hand." I felt him shift above me as he concentrated on what he was doing. I could almost picture the furrow between his brows as he did so.

"Alright I got it."

"Okay now just pull the zipper down gently." I heard the gentle woosh of the zipper as he pulled it away standing up and pulling me to my feet as well, then pulling the dress past my shoulders a little so I could easily free myself and walking out the dressing room without another word.