Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 48

Her view.

I click back on the computer screen and bring up the page I've just been reading before he walked by and gave me his credit card.

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"Have you booked the hotel yet?"
"What hotel?" I frown at him as he walks back into the room.
"The hotel in Paris."
"Uh, yeah. I'm doing it now." I quickly pull up a website and click through without looking properly.
"I expected you to do it as soon as I left."
"I expected you to be gone for a longer amount of time."
"Why do you talk back to me, Cassidy?"
"Why do you treat me like your slave?" I snap back. Harry has a way of getting under my skin.
"I don't think you should throw that word around." He gives me a solemn frown and I feel very much like he's telling me off. "However, I think I can forgive you if you want to bend over and give me a little show." His lips twitch and my eyes narrow.
"Excuse me?"
"For what am I excusing you?"
"You're a pig."
"Is that higher up or lower than an ass?" He smirks.
"Can I go now?" I quickly type in his credit card information and grab my bag and stand up. "My boss just told me I have to go on a last-minute trip for work and I'd like to go home and pack."
"What if your boyfriend decided to take you on a last-minute trip? Would you have been better? Would you have been more excited?"

I stare at him for a moment, not sure if he's asking me to be his girlfriend or what. A feeling of hope surges through me, and I'm about to answer when his expression changes to a look of horror.
"Oh shit, I don't mean if I was your boyfriend and asked you. I just meant if you had a boyfriend and he asked you. General random boyfriend, not me boyfriend."
"None of your business."
I turn to  the table and sort out some papers so he can't see the embarrassment burning on my face. Trust Harry to get my hopes up for a minute. Not that I want him to be my boyfriend. He'd make an insufferable boyfriend. He's someone I have no interest in dating. Not at all. Not even if he paid me one million dollars.
Okay, maybe if he paid me a million dollars. Or even ten thousand. Or even if he didn't pay me. I sigh inwardly. I'm falling for Harry. I can't help it and I don't want to.
He's such a pig. But he's so handsome and so funny when he wants to be.

"So what do you say?" Harry's voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Huh?" I turn around feeling flustered, not knowing what he just said.
"I asked if you wanted me to take you shopping, Pretty Woman-style?" He cocks his head and laughs gently.
"Is that meant to be funny?"
"Cassidy, you do know I'm joking with you, don't you?"
"I don't think it's a joke." My eyes narrow.
"How many times are you going to suggest I'm a prostitute?"
"I'd never even suggest that. High-class escort at worst."
"I guess you've dated a lot of them."
"One doesn't date an escort."
"One doesn't screw an asshole."
I grab my bag and walk to the door. Then I turn around and smile at him sweetly and continue, "A second time. Smart girls learn from their mistakes." I walk to the front of the house and out of the door with a huge smile on my face. I pretend to ignore his loud laughter as I walk out. I prefer to believe I'll stick a knife in where it hurts, even if that's not the case.