Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 46

Her view.

"Let us look at the Monets now."
"I love Monet." I nod, happy to change the subject.
"Claude Monet was an artist's artist." He grabs my hand and we walk to the other side of the room. I gasp as I see the selection of paintings, each one more beautiful than the next. I rush over and stand in front of the painting that attracts to me the most. It depicts a bridge over a water lily pond. I laugh when I see the name of the painting's The Water Lily Pond. Such an accurate name.
"You like this one?"
"Yes, it's so calm and colourful and full of nature. It makes me want to close my eyes and find myself in that setting."
"It is beautiful." He nods. "Monet has many paintings of lilies. He seemed to find something in them that was beautiful. Something that made him want to tell their story over and over again."
"He was so talented."
"This was painted in his own water garden in 1899. The bridge is Japanese."
"It's awesome." I stare at the painting, but all I can think about is how close he is to me.

My fingers are still tingling from where he grabbed them. Part of me is longing to grab his hand and stand there as if we're a couple. I stare at his profile for a couple of seconds and swallow hard. He has such a perfect Roman nose. And his hair's so soft and silky. I want to reach over and run my fingers through his hair and down his face. I want to touch him.
I shiver as I remember the first time we met and the night we spent together. It seems surreal. Magical almost. This whole situation's like a movie. I'm standing here with a handsome prince. I freeze for a moment as I remember he's also my professor and my boss. And he's also older than me. Not that I care.
"So, what do you think, Cassidy?" Harry's voice interrupts my thoughts and I nod eagerly.
"Yes, I agree." I smile at him hoping that my answer makes sense.
"You agree, do you?" He licks his lips and moves in closer to me.
"Uh, yes." My smile falls a little.
"So you're willing to go into the restroom with me and bend over?"
"Wait, what?" My eyes nearly pop out as my voice rises. I see the woman from earlier giving me a dirty look as she tries to get her rowdy kids to pay attention to her little speech.
"I said, are you ready to..." Harry whispers in my ear and I pull away from him quickly.
"Pervert," I hiss at him and walk to the other side of the room, my face flushed and red. I can hear Harry laughing behind me and I close my eyes for a brief second. I know that I'm going to have to keep my distance from him. Even though I don't want to, I'm starting to fall for Harry. He has a way of making me feel special. But I know I can't allow myself to fall under his spell. He might be a prince, but he's definitely no Prince Charming.