Pure Feeling

chills and thrills

Email from: Sasha Ginsberg (sginsberg@waterhousedesigns.co.uk)

To: Harry Styles (harry.styles@stylesinternational.com)

Mr Styles,

I'd like to apologise for my inappropriate and unprofessional conduct when we spoke on Friday night. Rest assured this will not happen again.

Regards,

Sasha Ginsberg


Senior Designer, Waterhouse Designs

I'd been trying to type my apology email to Harry for an hour, each one seemingly longer than the last. Eventually, I settled for two concise sentences and hit send before I could chicken out and try to send one full of excuses and the words I'm sorry twenty times. I'd crossed one professional boundary by answering my phone drunk and a second when I'd flirted openly with him. I was mortified when I woke up on Saturday morning and prayed it was a dream as I scrambled for my phone. I muttered to myself about how stupid I'd been as I switched it on and checked my call logs. My heart sank as I saw his name in the recent calls list. It had definitely happened and there was so much wrong with the exchange that my head spun.

But he had reciprocated the flirting and that made me tingle all over.

I was about to close my emails when a new one popped up in my inbox. It wasn't surprising that I'd gotten a swift reply from Harry, the man was probably shooting emails out every few minutes.

Email from: Harry Styles (harry.styles@stylesinternational.com)

To: Sasha Ginsberg (sginsberg@waterhousedesigns.co.uk)

Sasha,
There is no need to apologise, I rather enjoyed our phone call. I hope you are pleased regarding the acquisition of the Giltwood armchairs. 
My sister has told me that the two of you met on Friday night and she wants to do lunch. Are you free today? Olivia is here and badgering me to set this up.

I hope you weren't too poorly on Saturday.

H
CEO, Styles International

In my drunken state, Olivia Styles had seemed perfectly lovely. The total opposite of her rigid brother and someone I could possibly become friends with because she was just one of those people who brought light into your life. I was, however, wary of lunch with the siblings. Enough boundaries had been crossed and there wasn't even the slightest hint that business would be conducted at lunch. It would be purely personal and I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to cross that line.

Email from: Harry Styles (harry.styles@stylesinternational.com)

To: Sasha Ginsberg (sginsberg@waterhousedesigns.co.uk)

Please say yes, otherwise Olivia will think I've done something to scare you off. She thinks I'm too cold with people.

H

CEO, Styles International

"Sasha Ginsberg." My phone rang as I hit reply on Harry's email and I answered it on the first ring. It was a welcome distraction from Harry's second email.

"Sasha, you sound well." His voice was warm and friendly, which was unusual for Harry. Apparently his sister influenced him greatly. "Sasha?"

"Sorry, hello."

"You haven't given me an answer about lunch. Olivia is rather anxious to know your decision." He'd sent his first email less than five minutes before he called, most people would find that pushy. I was about to politely decline when I heard a muffled voice in the background and assumed it was Olivia. "No! Olivia! Stop it!"