Book 3 || Taming Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 13

Her view.

I pat down the skirt and then look in the mirror. "Oh, hell no." I mutter as I stare at my clearly visible breasts. There is no way in hell that I am going to wear this dress anywhere.
"I'm waiting to see it." Harry's voice booms from outside the door.
"I'm not coming out." I mutter, picturing the sales girl's face if she sees me in the dress.
"Cassidy."
"I said no. There's no way I'm coming out of the changing room in this dress."
"Let me come in then."
"I don't know."
"Cassidy." He bangs on the door. "Let me come in."
"Hold on." I sigh and open the door slowly. Harry walks in immediately and closes the door behind him.
"Look at me." He orders me and I turn around to face him.

His eyes fall to my breasts immediately and he grins. "Sexy." He pushes me back up against the wall and pushes himself into me as his fingers run to cup my breasts.
"What are you doing?" I groan as he pinches my nipple.
"What do you think I'm doing?" He pulls me up against the wall and lifts the skirt of the dress up.

"Harry!" I gasp as I wrap my legs around his waist. "We can't do this."
"Why not?" He grins and pulls my panties down. "We can do whatever we want."
"The sales girl is waiting on us."
"Who cares?"
"Harry." I push him away. "No."
"You say that word entirely too much."
"I say it because you deserve to hear it."
"I'd rather hear yes."
"I'd rather say yes, but that doesn't mean anything. If you don't give me a reason to say yes, I won't."
"I give you a million reasons to say yes," he groans and steps back as my feet find the ground. "Get dressed. I'm going to take you to a museum."
"What about my dress for that party?"
"I'll have twenty dresses shipped over for you in your size. You can choose your favorite when we get in."
"That's too much money. You can't do that!"
"I'm a prince. I can do what I want."
"Whatever." I shake my head. "I'm going to change back into my own clothes now, if that's okay with you?"
"I'd rather you change back into nothing, but you're not really listening to what I say, are you?"
"Harry, I don't know what power you have over other women, but you really don't have that power over me." I laugh at the annoyed look on his face. "I'm not just going to drop my panties when you say so."
"Pity."
"Yeah, it's a pity for you. I'm not impressed by your prince status. I know what an asshole you really are."
"You hurt my feelings, Cassidy." He clutches his heart. "How shall I ever survive?"
"Funny." I roll my eyes at him.
"Was that not a joke?" He grins and then winks at me. "You seem to be full of jokes."
"Get out, please." I push him towards the door. "I want to change now and no, I don't want you in the room."
"Fine. I'll go out and pout while I wait for you, like a temperamental little girl."
"Are you calling yourself a girl? Is there something you want to tell me?" I smile widely at him. "First you were talking about wearing dresses and now you're using little girl expressions. Are you trying to tell me you're about to make a change?"
"A change?" He frowns at me and then I see that his eyes change and he gets my joke. "I should take you over my knee and spank you."
"No, thanks. You'd like that too much." I laugh.

"I think it is you that will like it too much." He grins. "And the day is young, there is still plenty of time tonight for you to find out how much you like being spanked."
"Yeah." I walk over to him and tilt my head up at him. "Let me tell you this. If you spank me, I will be spanking you, too."
"Oh?" Harry licks his lips and he leans in towards me and whispers in my ear. "I like it when you talk dirty to me, Cassidy. It turns me on."
"What doesn't turn you on?" I answer him lightly, and he laughs.
"Touché." He nods. "When it comes to you, there isn't much that doesn't turn me on." He winks at me again and walks out of the room.
I lean back against the door and sigh. I am in way over my head. I have no idea what I am going to do. If I'm smart, I'll tell him that I'm not going to be a part of this anymore. I'll tell him I need to go back to London right now. This very instant. I don't even care if I don't get my bags. If I'm smart, I won't let another hour go by in his company. There is something so hypnotizing about him, and I am grappling internally over my lust for him and my worry for my own self-preservation. I just don't see how this can work out for me. In any way. I don't want to experience heartache, but a part of me wonders if it's not a small price to pay to have one of the most magical summers of my life. I just don't know if the pleasure is going to be worth the inevitable pain I know is coming.