Maid H.S AU

Fourth;

Jasmine's pov: 

I stayed in the kitchen, filling and refilling wine glasses, getting drunk by just the sight of it. The same guy that I had talked to earlier came to check on me every five minutes or so, he was so charming.

"Mr. Styles wants you in the patio," a thin women said in her low voice, I nodded and went for the patio. It was huge as expected. Mr. Styles was there with a bit of a short man with a bald head, a lady who obviously took care of herself, and two kids, a girl and a boy, who were dressed nicely.

"Mr. Styles, you asked for me?" I said shyly, as all of their eyes were glued on me. The lady was judging me with a glare, and the man crept me out with his stare.

"This is her, what do you think?" Mr. Styles turned to the man beside him, the man nodded approvingly before talking.

"Darling, you may want to cover the kids' ears from what I'm about to say" he joked to his already annoyed wife, making her huff and take the hands of the two young children and leaving silently, a glare on me the whole time.

"Good job Styles, she's a ten," my eyes widened with Mr. Styles' laugh, we are supposed to act professionally, not like he owns a strip club, and I'm auditioning to be a worker there.

"Take my glass to the kitchen Jasmine." Mr. Styles ordered, I walked over to the table set right in front of him, with a half-empty glass on it, I leaned down, about to take it. I heard a gasp causing me to look up to the lustful stares of the two men, I quickly took the glass and headed inside.

Not knowing how to process what just happened, I walked to the kitchen, got a new glass from the drawer. I opened the wine bottle and poured some for myself, I didn't drink wine in a long time, but that didn't make me forget how relaxing it was to have a glass or two.

"A crazy night?" the charming boy said, I placed my glass on the counter before turning around. 

"Mr. Styles  is a weird man." I admitted. 

"He is, I used to work here long ago, then I went to join the help at his parent's house, " he leaned on the counter, smiling lightly. 

"I'm Jasmine by the way." I extended my hand out to him and he shook it firmly.

"Thomas, but call me Tommy."

"So Tommy, how's working at the parent's home?"

"They give really generous tips, they barely have guests, his mother is so sweet, I love working there."

"It's my first day here and I already hate it."

"You seem young, aren't you supposed to be in college or something?"

"I am, but I got suspended. I'm re-applying, just working to save up money."

"But aren't there, better jobs?" he asked, even though we had the same job.

"Well, I went to gap to see if they need more employees, they may need me in two weeks, so i'll be waiting for their response until then."

"That's great, I hope-"

"Mr. Styles wants the dinner served." A lady in her late twenties, which I knew belonged to the help by her uniform, said.

I confusedly look for the dinner that was made to be served, there weren't any ports or pans or any silverware. Tommy smiled and gestured for me to follow him, we got outside, and a huge truck was parked, the door to the back was opened, and about ten of the help were carrying trays and trays of food, I was instructed to carry a tray. I followed the rest of the help to a huge dining room, we organised the silverware, placing the food on the tables on the side of the room, and one of the help went to tell Mr. Styles that everything was ready.

People started piling in. I was standing on the side, holding a mug of water, while Tommy, who was next to me, held a mug full of red wine, and a lady beside him held a mug of white wine. The guests sat down, Mr Styles at one end of the table, and a man who I guessed was his father on the other end. The help came in and started serving the food that was basically a three-course meal, I couldn't recognise what the meals were though.

They started talking among themselves, while I stared at the delicious foo. 'I'll eat when I get home' I thought before walking after Tommy to serve some water, most of them didn't want water, preferring wine, but that was okay with me, knowing I had a less opportunity of showing my cleavage.

I looked up at Mr. Styles to see him already staring at me. I quickly looked down, but without missing the wink he shot my way. They soon finished their meal and most of them got up, the rest just drinking wine and engulfing in conversation. 

I looked at the wall clock and it was 9:55. 

I went to Mr. Styles to inform him I was leaving in a few. He was talking to some lady in a cocktail dress, when I looked at her face. Linda. 

"Mr. Styles, my bus is coming in five, can I go and get my things?" I nervously muttered, Linda's eyes were on me. I moved my weight from one foot to the other. Mr. styles on the other hand, licked his bottom lip.

"Oh no. The party isn't over yet. You can't leave."

"But, they said-" 

"Jasmine, go to my study. I need to talk to you." 

I walked to the stairs and climbed them up, walking to his study. I sat down and crossed my legs. I waited  and checked the clock, I'm gonna miss the bus. I already need to walk for about two minutes to the bus station. 

He got in at exactly 10. He's doing this on purpose, he's so cruel. He took slow steps into the room until he sat on the chair opposite me. We stayed silent and I stared at the clock. 10:01. I sighed.

"Do you know why I told you to come here?" He rasped. He had a nice, deep voice. 

"Because, I want to go home." 

"No, that's not it. You're here because you disrespected me in front of everyone by talking back," Everyone? There were barely two people within earshot, "I'll let you know that I can't have that, and you need to understand that some of your actions will have punishments."

"W-what kind of punishments?"

"Hard punishments."

"I'm sorry. But I want to get home and now the bus had already left and it's a very long walk." I whined.

"Who told you that you're even leaving? You have one day off and that's it. Understood?" I frowned. This is bad. 

"Understood." I whispered.

"I never got to tell you how sexy you look wearing that. I'm barely holding myself back." He bit his bottom lip and I averted my gaze away from him. It is getting hot in here. I pulled my dress down to cover my thigh, these dresses are way too short. 

"No, don't cover up. Not from me." He lifted my dress and rested his hand on my thigh. Lightly stroking. My breathing was getting out of control. He removed his hand, relief and disappointment ran through me.

"Come here." He said and patted his lap, I gulped and allowed my eyes to widen. "Don't be shy, now." 

I stood up and nervously walked over towards him. I stood right in front of him, his hands moved to my hips. He stroked his thumb and moved one of his hands to my a.ss. I gasped.

"Shh" His hands were both on my a.ss and he cupped it. "It's amazing"

Was he talking about my a.ss?

"Listen, I'll go get rid of the people downstairs. You go and wait in my bedroom." He stood up, inches away from me, he leaned his lips into my ear. Hot breath falling on it, his lips touched my ear as he whispered "And don't take this dress off."

I gulped and felt an ache down there. How could someone be that hot? This is so wrong, but the fact that it's so wrong makes it more desirable. 

I want this man.

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): first of all, a huge apology for the v v v late update. This will not happen again. I'll update way more now and there will be another update tonight. 

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