Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 6

Her view.

I stop as I see the guy in front of me. It's the guy from the museum. Surprise and then anger flitters through his eye as he stares at me with derision. He's glowering at me with his murderous look in his dark green eyes. He stands tall, muscular, and dark. He has an olive complexion and brown hair, and he shows power and sex appeal. "Who are you?" His voice is as arrogant as the look on his face, and I feel an immediate dislike for this guy who's staring at me disdainfully. He doesn't even look like he recognizes me. There's no way he can't recognize me, right? "I'm Cassidy." I attempt a smile even though my face is burning up in shame. "From the museum..."
"Typical," he sneers.
"Typical what?" I glare at him.
"Typical name for a girl like you."
"Girl like me?"
"Bimbo," he spits out, his eyes looking over my body in a way that causes me to shiver with excitement and annoyance. "Excuse me?"
"Bimbo. B-I-M-B-O" he spells out. "You're a bimbo."
"You're a jackass. Capital A-S-S." I try to push past him, but he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him, his eyes glittering. "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?"
"More like, do I care?" I pull away from him. "Excuse me. I'm leaving."
"Where are you going?"
"Home." I bite my lip as I realize I don't know the address by heart and that Anna's still in the bathroom. "I don't think so." He closes the door and grabs my hand.
"What are you doing?" I stare at him with wide eyes and shiver as I watch his chest rise and fall angrily. "I won't let you leave this hotel room at this hour." He shakes his head in disgust. I pull my hand away from him. He smirks and leans towards me. I can feel his breath on my lips as he stares deep into my eyes.

I freeze as I stare back at him in anticipation. Is he about to kiss me? I swallow hard. This is the moment I've been waiting for all night but not in these circumstances. At the museum, he seemed sexy and naughty. Now he just seems like an arrogant prick. I know I should slap him or something, but I just close my eyes and wait to feel his lips crash down on mine.
"Open your eyes." His voice sounds like a growl, and I open them immediately. His face is just inches away from mine, and his eyes sparkle into mine. I can feel his breath on my lips, and I swallow nervously. "If I'm gonna kiss you, your eyes should remain open because I want to watch the pleasure dilating your pupils as my tongue's looking for the secret spots in your mouth." His voice is low and seductive as he speaks, and I tremble at his words. I've completely forgotten about Liam and Anna at this point. My mind goes back to the museum and what he whispered in my ear. My body feels hot and achy as I wait to see what he's gonna do. "I don't want you to kiss me." I pull away from him sharply and lie. "I don't date cocky bastards."
"But I don't think you came here for a date," he laughs. "Unless you consider a rendezvous in a hotel room a date?"
"I'm leaving." I try to push past him again to walk to the bathroom, but he grabs my wrists and pushes me against the wall.
"You are not going anywhere right now." All humour and light is gone from his dark eyes, and his features look dark and controlled. "You will stay here tonight, and in the morning, you may leave."
"you can't tell me what to do." I try to push against his chest, but he's immobile. My strength isn't doing anything compared to his, and I realize that there's nothing I can do to get away. "I'll scream, you know. If you don't let me leave, I'll scream."
"You won't be the first bimbo who screams in the throes of passion."
"But we're not in the throes of passion."
"And that disappoints you, doesn't it?" He cocks his head to the side and surveys my heaving breasts. "I think right now you are disappointed that I don't have you in my bed, caressing your--"
"Stop it." I blush at his words and look away. I want him to know how right he is. I'm intensely attracted to him.