Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 23

"So," Harry began. "This will be your 'office space'." Harry opened a door and I looked in the direction that his hand pointed to. It was a nice, quaint space with walls on either side, a white desk, a black, mesh office chair, and a HP windows computer. I set my purse down and opened the one of the drawers of the file cabinet. They were all empty. All mine.

"Wow, this is nice," I said, turning around to Harry, who was pretty much already on my heels. He was looking down at me, and I my breathing hitched.

"Mia, I think you I'll do just fine here." he rubbed up against me and wrapped his hands around my waist.

"Oh, office romace, huh lad," said a man with shaggy brown hair and bright blue eyes.

"Very funny Tomlinson, now get back to work," Harry said.

"Ah, ah, ah, not before I meet the new lovely miss," he replied.

"Mia, this is Louis, Louis, Mia."

"Hi," I said, holding my hand out. "Nice to meet you."

"I could say the same of you too, Mia," said Louis, raising his eyes at me while placing a peck on the back of my hand.

"Tomlinson," Harry said. I looked over at Harry, who was shooting Louis a death glare.

"Harry, it's fine," I said. "He was just being nice." Harry looked over at me. While we were having this awkward stare off, Louis eventually made his way out of the room and Harry closed the door and locked it. I moved backwards toward the desk, and my mind instantly went back to when I first had my "meeting" with Harry. He pulled me forward by my hand and turned me around. My hands were now flat on the desk.

"Now," he whispered into my ear. "Do you really want to start your first day like this?"

"N-no, I was just saying----" I felt his hand come down on my behind. Hard. I gasped and his hand quickly covered my mouth.

"I don't need your input, Mia, do you understand me?" I nodded my head and looked at him from the corner of my eye. he hit my butt again. I felt a dampness in my panties.

"Do you want to be bad?" I shook my head no. His hand was now resting on my behind. I felt like I was dripping, and the anticipation for another hit was making me even more wet.

"Didn't I tell you that there'd be consequences for that mouth of yours?" I nodded again.

"Don't *smack* do *smack* it *smack* again." I was now shuddering and my eyes were shut tightly. When I opened my eyes, a tear slithered down my right cheek. It wasn't tears of pain, but from all of the pleasure that I was trying to contain. I didn't want Harry to know that I liked what he was doing. But my panties already gave it away.

He pulled down my skirt and turned me back around. He used his thumb to wipe off the tear and he kissed me. I sighed and his tongue found its way into my mouth. He picked me up and put me on the desk, and stood in between my legs.

"No," I breathed in between kisses. "Harry, no." He stopped and looked at me intently. He stepped back and I stood up, readjusting my skirt.

"You're right," he said, still extremely close. "But one of these days, Mia," he said, almost breathlessly. "One of these days."