Suited 》Harry Styles AU.

32. Drunk

Chapter 32: Drunk

Harry's P.O.V

I leaned over the computer in front of Bernice. "I'd be looking at the presentation drawings, and of course well rendered in order to gain his admiration," I pointed at the opened file on the system. "This is expected to depict the ground and first floor plans. Perspective drawings, interior and exterior, isometric and axonometric projections."

Bernice looked up at me. "How many floors are we looking at?"

"It's a three," I said, moving round the table. "But it still depends, Mr. Hart is still undecided."

She rolled her eyes and started moving the plan on the screen along the lines. "The working drawings should be ready in a few weeks. Or do you want to do it yourself?"

"No, I don't have time for that. I have to be in Seattle at the end of the week. We could have a design and build contract on this one."

She relaxed in the swivel chair, eyeing me. "If we do get that, I'll contact the team of skilled and unskilled laborers. We'll project exactly what we want, evacuations, blinding, concrete bedding and all that."

I had been in the studio at the office with Bernice, working on the plan for the brief we were served by Andrew Noel. I had been working late lately, sometimes in the office, sometimes at home just to make sure that I put everything in order before going to Seattle for a few days.

I didn't want to come back to unfinished plans and confused workers. Noel was a very demanding man and it was my job to meet his demands, I can't let procrastination or incompetence from anyone at all ruin what had to be done.

"Make sure everything is done at the appropriate time and meet every deadline. Everything has to go according to plan. There are no rooms for mistakes" I said.

She smiles. An intimidating and confident smirk plays on her face as she stands from the chair. "Don't you trust me, Harry? Have I ever let you down?"

I stare at her as she leans over the table using her hands as support when she reached her desired position which happened to be quite the view from where I stand. Her position exposed her cleavage and her V-necked blouse just enhanced the view.

Her bloody red lips turned into a smile when my eyes met hers. I had overlooked every ounce of seductive move she made towards me throughout the evening, and I wasn't about to give in now.

"There is a first time for everything, right?" I questioned right back and she snickered in response. "Pack up your stuff and leave, it's already late. Your fiancé must be worried about you."

She moved from the table, her steps slow and careful as she walked towards my direction. She stood in front of me, her heels boosting her height as she closed every inch of space within us.

I stared down at her as she ran her fingers down my cheek, the smirk not wavering from her face. "When did you start caring if my fiancé worries about me? If I remember correctly, you didn't have a problem fucking me hard when my fiancé was two offices away. What happened, Harry?"

She started by kissing my cheek, trailing kisses down to my jaw. She continued kissing until she reached the corner of my lips. "Stop lying to yourself, Harry. That little girl can give you nothing compared what I can."

And then she kissed me, roughly, eagerly. She slid her hand to the nape of my neck and drew me closer to her, sliding her tongue into my mouth in the process. I could easily detect the desperation and longing from her lips.

It made me sick.

She slid her hands into my hair, tugging at it with much intensity. She then moved her hands to my chest and trailed it downwards until it rested on my belt and when she went ahead to tug on it, I decided to cut short her fun.