“Come in.” Mr. Styles says. My thoughts are racing and my shaky hand reaches for the doorknob. I take a deep breath and twist it, walking inside his office as normal as I can.
Mr. Styles is sitting behind his desk, looking up at me when I walk in. He smiles briefly before he finishes writing whatever he was writing and puts the pen down. His curly black hair is pushed up and he’s wearing a white button down shirt with black dress pants, suiting him incredibly well.
“Hello miss Y/N. Have a seat.” he says and gestures to the chair on the other side of his desk. You feel your heart racing and you slowly move forward to sit down on the chair. The black leather feels comfortable against your back and you close your eyes for a second, trying to take control of your nerves. You have no idea why he called you to his office and you hope he isn’t going to fire you or something like that. You love this job way too much.
“How are you?” he asks, intertwining his fingers before placing his lower arms on his desk, looking at you questioningly. Those green eyes look sincere and interested while you try to answer him without stuttering too much. There’s something between you two that you can’t quite put a finger on. It’s like the air in the room changes when he walks in and his tall frame showing off his power. His strong arms barely fit in the tight white shirt and the black outlines of his tattoos are always visible.
“I’m fine, thanks.” you politely answer. Even though you’re allowed to daydream, doesn’t mean you can speak to him like that. He smiles and coughs, clearing his throat before speaking again.
Mr. Styles’ POV
She uncomfortably crosses her legs, letting her hands rest on her thigh. Her eyes are focused on me, slowly eyeing me up and down. When her gaze meets mine, she looks away shyly, obviously ashamed that I caught her checking me out.
When she entered my office, her positive, happy attitude changed the sphere in the room, giving it a less boring twist. She looks incredible in her work outfit, the grey skirt and blue top showing off her beautiful curves. Wait, I can’t say that! I’m her boss.
“The reason why I called you up here is because I want to compliment you for your work. It’s really good and I read that article with pleasure.” I say and immediately a blush creeps on her cheeks.
“Thank you, sir.” she politely answers and my insides start to boil at her words. It turns me on when she refers to me as ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Styles’. I can already feel the heat in my pants start to increase.
I just want to bend her over my desk and do naughty things with her, but I can’t. Well, not yet.
“I hadn’t imagined you to be such a good writer and I’m pleasantly surprised.” I continue, reddening her cheeks even more.
“Thanks again.”
I lean back in my chair and take a deep breath, hoping that my next move will work out as I imagined. My hands find the pieces of paper I was looking for and I hold them in front of me, eyeing them without letting her know what they say.
“After reading that, I started searching on Google for some more of your writing and I ended up on some site with a strange name. There was this article claiming to be written by an anonymous writer, but after reading it I had to think of you.” I say, rolling my eyes across the sentences. Even now, after having read these papers for at least ten times, they make the bulge in my jeans increase.
Her eyes are wide and her face is now completely red. Her bottom lip is held captive between her teeth and I can see her shifting very uncomfortably.
“It’s called ‘Confessions’.” I say and I place the papers carefully in front of her so that she can see the text clearly. One look from her on the stack of papers makes her frame shrink and she balls her fists, trying to stop her hands from shaking that violently.
