Tease//h.s au

2

i waited two days. two days for my parents to call. two days for harry to text. two days for tacos. for some reason everything is taking two days. and these have been the longest two days of my life. it was noon when blair and i went out for tacos, we got them from the only place that makes good tacos, a food truck. i used my limited knowledge of spanish to order us two tacos. you would think after four years of honors spanish i would remember a lot but i remember how to say thank you, dress, and kind of order food. as blair and i sit in her car with the ac on my phone starts ringing. blair and i look at each other knowing it is probably mom and dad. i pick up my phone see i didn't have the number saved but it isn't unlike them to get a new phone and not let us know.

"mom?" i ask as i answer the phone. however i wasn't met with the voices of forgetful parents but rather a stranger who actual said happy birthday to me.

"it's your daddy" he answers and i feel my face flush. i look over at blair and shake my head no to tell her it's not mom and dad. she shakes her head disapprovingly but goes back to eating her food.

"i thought we were going to see about that" i pressed playfully. i hear him groan playfully on the other line.

"don't argue with me, daddy wants to see you again" he tells smoothly, i swear his voice was like a smooth scotch, oaky and warm but i know if i am to have it will burn. at least i will enjoy the pain.

"that will happen if you stop referring to yourself in third person" i reply sassily. i was serious though, speaking about yourself in third person is just so offsetting. i remember my ex boyfriend used to do it, but not even in a semi-cute way like this. it was more like 'aaron likes dogs'.

"well start calling me daddy and i will stop" he says and i can't help the giggle that escapes my lips. "i'm glad i can make you smile, but i would really like to see you. when can i?"

"i don't really have a life so whenever, you seem like you actual do something with your life that isn't working part time at the library" i say with a laugh. if i had to guess, harry works in a business setting. although i can't see him working in a cubicle but more in his own office.

"i work full time but i will work business around you" he promises me and i feel the butterflies in my stomach explode. i haven't had a guy try this hard to see or be with me, ever really. other than jacob in the second grade who got me a balloon on valentine's day.

"well i'm free today. we could meet after you get off of work so you don't have to work around me per say" i suggest, i would hate him getting in trouble by his boss because he wanted to see me. he agrees and tells me he will text me where we should meet and i end the call. blair immediately jumps down my throat about who i was on the phone with and why i'm blushing but i tell her i will let her know if it's worth her time after tonight.

i feel like this is some cliche book, but i'm not complaining. i've always enjoyed the cliches anyways.

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harry sent me the address to an irish bar with really good burgers and bar food of sorts. i had to assure blair that i wasn't going to get killed, convincing myself in the process. i took my pepper spray just in case. i walk into the bar at eight o'clock, the time harry planned on us meeting. i asked the hostess if he was already here and since he wasn't i got a booth for us. a minute after i sat down and the waitress brought us water harry arrived, in a suit of course.

"hello, lilou" he greets smoothly. he slides into the booth effortlessly, being a man of grace. i noticed he sat up a lot more straight and had more confidence since our prior meeting.  his eyes meet mine and i smiled back at him.

"hi harry. how are you?" i exchange simple pleasantries. he smirks at me as he scoots closer to me in the booth so our knees touch. before he answer he puts his hand on my knee and picks up his menu with his other hand nonchalantly.

"i'm alright. a lot of progress at the office, which is always good" he answers. he lets out a breath and his shoulders slump slightly letting him look more relaxed.

"it's good to see you don't have such a bad headache this time around" i tell him. his pupil were so small at the club i could tell his headache was killing him.

"indeed. lilou, tell me about yourself"

"what is there to tell? i enjoy working at the library, just had my eighteenth birthday, met this hot guy at the club, i miss my friends in nevada, um, i have an older sister whom i live with in an apartment. blair, is her name, she is amazing. she works in computer engineering because she is such a smart cookie, and i don't know i just love her" i spit out, to be honest my life isn't that interesting. "how about you, who is harry?" i ask with a little laugh.

"most my life is work. i'm twenty three and i am the ceo of herfte incorporation. oh, i did meet this really cute girl at this club and i'm hoping she will give me a chance" he whispers the last part in my ear, making me giggle like a school girl. he collides his lips with mine, this time instead of tasting like beer he taste like black coffee and mint. as his tongue maneuvers its way into my mouth his hand not so discreetly moves up to my mid thigh, just where my skirt stops.

my hands find their way to his hair, feeling the soft and luxurious brown locks in between my fingers. his hand travels up my thigh, not going for my inner thigh, but towards the outer to touch the side of my ass. his cold metal rings almost make me jump as they touch the lace of my thong.

"wearing a thong?" he whispers in my ear. i feel the hairs on my neck stand up and i get goosebumps.

"only for you, daddy" i whisper back in his ear but before harry can say anything back, the waitress comes to take our order. harry moves his hand back down to my knee after grazing the my inner thigh on his way back down. not even batting an eyelash.

oh, so this is how he wants to play. if he wants to be a tease, i can be a tease a hundred times better.