Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 9

His view.

I watch the cab pull away and I feel angry. I'm angry at the two girls for just going with Liam. Don't they value their safety? They have no idea who he is or where he's taking them. I walk back into the museum and make my apologies for leaving early. There is no way that I'm going to give Liam enough time to try and convince either of them to stay the night. My blood boils over at the thought of him trying to be with her. If anyone's going to have her, it's going to be me.

It takes longer than I was hoping to get to the hotel and my nerves are shot as I get to the room. I try to use my key to get into the door, but I can't get it open.

BANG BANG BANG. I knock on the door hard.
"Who is it?" Liam's voice is surly and I know in that moment I was going to have to send him back home. "Liam, open up the door. It's Harry." I speak in my authoritative tone. I know that will freak him out. He opens the door quickly and I can see from his face that he's worried about his job. Good! I look around the room and I say a little prayer when I see the girl standing there, fully clothed.
"Go to your room." I command Liam without looking at him. He's of no importance to me right now. I need to speak to this girl. I need to tell her how stupid she was for coming with Liam. I need to get her out of my system. I frown to myself at my thoughts. I don't even know her. I don't know why I care. I don't even know her name.

I walk over to her and look her up and down. "Who are you?" My voice sounds hoarse as I try not to pull her into my arms.
"I'm Cassidy." Her voice is light. Too light for the situation. Doesn't she understand how serious this situation is? And what sort of name is Cassidy? Cassidy isn't a name for a nice girl. Cassidy is the name of someone who wants to make love all night with reckless abandon. She doesn't even look like the sort of girl who would make love with reckless abandon. I continue talking to her, but all I can think about is her body. What would she look like with her clothes off? What would she do if I reach over and lift her skirt up? Or if I reach over an graze her breasts? How wide would her eyes open if I do that? Would she gasp? Would her mouth make a circular shape? Would she slap me? I smile to myself. I quite like to feel her hands on me again.
"Bimbo." I say feeling annoyed, my eyes narrow as I feel my jeans tightening and I know that I shouldn't be here. I'm surprised by her reaction though. I thought she would look upset and retreat, but her eyes flash at me in anger and her shoulders are rounding. I look at her considering. This Cassidy isn't the girl I thought she was, after all. She tries to push past me and I grab her. I can feel her heart beating as her face turns flushed in anger. I can almost imagine how feisty she'd be in bed. My fingers tremble slightly. I can't lie to myself anymore. I want her and I want her badly.

We banter back and forth, and I try hard to keep my face straight as she grows more and more incensed. Finally, I've had enough. I need to feel her lips upon mine. I need to feel if they're as soft as they look. I step towards her and grab her, whispering softly against her lips, knowing that I'm affecting her. Her pupils dilate and I can see a tremor in her hands as she stares at me. I smile to myself, knowing that she's feeling what I'm feeling. The lust isn't hidden between us. She wants me as badly as I want her. My lips press down on hers lightly. My brain screams at me. One kiss was not going to be enough. I need to touch and taste all of her.