Suited 》Harry Styles AU.

17. Control

Chapter 17: Control

Oh god, Oh god, Oh god.

My infamous chant was all I kept repeating in my mind as I looked up at the stunning human being that had a frown on his and my poor phone in his hand.

In a white button down shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing the ink on his skin and dark dress pants, he couldn't look more mind-blowing and my stomach churned at the thought.

I was so not prepared for this. I didn't expect it to happen this soon and since I hadn't sorted my feelings out yet, I didn't know what I would say to him. I had so many things floating through my mind but they were so disorganized that if I were to say it, it would come out as senseless gibber. I still had so much to figure out and with him being here, it was impossible to come to an agreement with myself.

I gulped and took the decision to rise to my feet, and the fact that I wasn't wearing heels made me look shorter than I usually do compared to his height. I walk around the table, on butter legs, ready to acknowledge the fact that he was here.

"P-please, my phone." I stammer. "Give me my phone."

He just stared at me, his eyes unreadable and his teeth biting on his lower lip. I stare at my phone, which was held slightly in the air, just to avoid his gaze. The way he held the phone told me he wasn't about to let go and I sighed and decided to try my luck.

I reached for my phone but found myself squealing when I was yanked over to the desk. Before I could gather my next breath, I was pinned under a long, hard male body. A fully aroused male body. There was no possible way to attribute that to imagination. My hips ached in response before I could prevent it. And his eyes went opaque.

Instinctively, I pried a hand free and slapped it to his hard torso. His eyes bore into mine and there was nothing to gaze at just to ignore him because he was directly close to me. Too close, if I must say.

"I did not come to wrestle, Emiliana." He spoke lowly but yet so seductively.

"It doesn't look like it," I say, my voice filled more anxiety than anticipated.

I was filled with the most conflicting emotions. I knew I should feel angry and outraged, but right now, the opposite was the full truth. I couldn't help how I felt at the moment and it was courtesy to Styles himself. I knew better than to let him know how much he was affecting me. Anger, I remembered. I was meant to be angry.

"What do you want, Harry?" My voice was a breathless whisper.

His eyes even darkened the more, if it were physically possible. "Rick swore on his life that you got into that damn elevator, Emiliana. I had people search the office for you, but then my secretary confirmed you left. Do you want to tell me why you weren't answering your phone?"

I started shaking my head, but he stopped the action by cupping the side of my face, holding me still. "Rick was right. But I left."

"You're trembling," he murmured. I could hear my own labored breaths, knew no one could mistake the desire in the sound. "Nervous?"

I muster up all the courage, I could. "Not exactly."

He lowered his head, scrapping his nose lightly over my jaw. I hold back the groan that was on the verge of escaping from my lips. It was clear, what he did affected me and with the smirk on his lips, I knew he knew it too.

He cruised up to my ear, and I just closed my eyes not wanting him to see the desire lingering in them. "Harry, p-please stop." I was having a hard time keeping a coherent thought in my head as he nibbled along my neck.