Secrets of Mr.Styles

Chapter 3

"What do you want to know exactly?" I question crossing my legs tightly under the table.

"I said anything Ms.Quinn, so tell me anything you want to tell me." he repeats.

"Well I-" I begin but he cuts me off.

"On second thought you don't tell me a thing, come along let's go get a drink." Mr. Styles stands.

He's persistent I can tell this just by this short amount of time I've been with him. I don't like being bossed that's for sure.

"You're persistent." I say.

He didn't ask me to join him for a drink, he told me to. I will not stand for that.

"Excuse me?" he turns sternly and looks at me his gorgeous green eyes blaze into mine.

I've suddenly forgotten what I was going to say and my throat has gone dry.

"I-" I stammer and clear my throat,"I said you're persistent you didn't ask me you told me."

"You're a feisty one." he says plainly.

I notice the slight bulge in his pants, Jesus he's big. My eyes dart back to his but that doesn't go unnoticed by Mr. Styles. He grips the door handle tighter and I bite my lip nervously.

"Ms. Quinn, those drinks?" he questions.

"Right, y-yeah." I say.

He nods and swings the door open. I stand and straighten my dress. I notice his eyes go wide when they dart to my legs and I think I see his pupils grow bigger. I quickly walk out and towards the elevator but he grabs my arm and I get goosebumps. He pulls me towards a door and I notice they are stairs.

"Why are we taking the stairs?" I question as he pulls me along.

"We're not we are going to my office and having drinks there." he explains.

"Oh." I try getting my arm from his grip but fail.

We walk into his office and I gasp. It's amazing and the view is through a wide window. His desk is positioned in front of it. He has a couch to the left of the door and a mini bar against the wall on the right. This place is over the top.

"Well do you want a drink?" Harry questions.

"Fact 1: I don't drink." I say simply.

He lets a hm out and pours himself what looks like a strong whiskey because it's dark. He walks to his desk and sits down in his chair. He gestures for me to sit in front of him. So I walk over and sit and cross my legs.

"Why don't you drink?" he questions.

"We all have our reasons. Why do you?" I question.

His jaw tenses and I realize I've said something wrong. His darken and he takes the rest of the drink down.

Shit, way to go Maddison. I mentally scold myself.

"You've got the job." he says suddenly.

"What?" I say.

"I said you got the job." Mr. Styles repeats.

"But you barely know me." I say.

He turns around and looks out the window. I bite my lip and stare at him I'm sure he knows I'm staring but he hasn't stopped me so I don't care. I want to know why he needs someone to clean if this place is so immaculate so it's not like his house isn't either.

"M-Mr. Styles," I begin and he turns to look at me.

Damn it.

"Why do you need a cleaning lady? This place is immaculate I'm sure your house is the same way." I question as fast yet slowly as possible.