Pure Feeling

lust or must

"Hi, Rachel? I'm just getting some drinks. Did you want anything from Costa?"

"I organised for coffee and an afternoon platter to be delivered from the bakery," Rachel informed me. She sounded distracted and the background noise didn't sound at all like she was in the Belgravia home where I was meant to be meeting her in ten minutes time. "I won't be taking the meeting, however."

I quickly told the driver not to bother with the Costa stop and just head straight to Belgravia. We weren't far and the driver had a lead foot so I'd be there in five minutes. Why have Costa when you can have high end bakery stuff?

"Oh? I suppose you've run off your feet preparing for Mr Styles arrival tomorrow?"

"Yes, the office is in a bit of a panic. Everyone wants a piece of him and to be honest, it's a total mare trying to fit them all in. At this rate it doesn't look like we'll wrap tomorrow up before midnight."

"Sounds like you're going to need a lot of coffee."

"There isn't enough coffee in the world to get me through tomorrow. At least I learnt a long time ago to wear flats on days like tomorrow."

I winced. "Nothing like being in heels all day."

"Heels are the devil's work, I'm telling you."

"Suppose it's why we look so sinful in them. Alright, well, I'll leave you to your... Organising? Anyway, thanks for the pastries." I paused as the car pulled into a space three doors down from the building I was heading to. "Thanks for being so pleasant to work with. You've surpassed my expectations for working with a PA."

"It's been lovely working with you too. Take care, Sasha."

I ended the call and exited the vehicle, offering the driver a polite thank you and goodbye. I walked briskly to Harry's front door, letting myself in with the key Rachel had given me two days before construction started. I'd kept it on the tied loop of emerald velvet, not wanting to slip it into my key chain.

"Hello?" I called out. I was expecting one of Harry's two junior PAs to surface, but nobody did. I'd met with both one two seperate occasions and they were pleasant enough. One was distant and cold, preferring to stick to formalities and deal in cold hard facts, whilst the other was older and reminded me of my grandmother. Both excelled at their jobs but neither was Rachel, whom I'd grown quite fond of over the course of the remodel. When nobody responded I called out again, louder this time.

"Ah, Ms Ginsberg, punctual I see."

Harry Styles descended the staircase, his fingers on his middle as he buttoned his suit jacket. The suit was impeccably fitted as always, although I recalled seeing it in the latest Burberry collection. It may not have been custom made but it may as well been the way it hung on his body.

The entrance hall of his house was large and intimidating but with Harry standing in it the space felt filled. No longer was the room too large or ostentatious or impractical. He made it seem necessary, because meeting him in any other room wouldn't do him justice, and plain, because the elegant decor was nothing on his beauty.

"Uh, hello." I cleared my throat, my hands shaking as I gripped onto my bag. "I'm sorry, I'm a little thrown. I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"It should hardly be surprising. I do live here after all, Ms Ginsberg."

"Sasha," I corrected him. Two Ms Ginsberg's was enough for me even if it did sound sweet coming from his mouth. "And you're supposed to be on a plane. Or in New York."

"I wanted to sign off on this myself, so I arranged to leave earlier. Is that a satisfactory reason for my presence, Sasha?" His eyes bore into mine but I found myself standing strong rather than shying away. I suspected that people, men and women alike, shied from him under the intensity of his stare but it only spurred me on. He liked to be challenged, to a certain point anyway, and he would respect me more if I could hold my own.