Pretty Woman ➡️ Harry Styles (ON HOLD)

5. Awkward

Jordan's POV

I continued to stand there, immobilized by his stare. He eyed me for a few seconds before reaching over to the passenger's door and clicking it open.

He then turned back to me and nodded to the now open door. I slowly walked onto the road in front of the black car until I reached the open door. I swallowed hard before sitting down on the black leather seat and buckling my seat belt.

I couldn't look at him, in fact I could barely breathe or think straight. He seemed to notice my stiffness and reached over me, slightly grazing one of my shoulders in the process of closing my door shut. I gripped my hands tightly in one another waiting for him to speak.

"Right." He chuckled somewhat awkwardly and drove off. I looked back, trying to spot Lexi, but I was too late. I couldn't see anything.

He didn't look nearly as nervous as I was, in fact I was kind of intimidated by him. He took small glances at me every so often, but I didn't look back. All I could think about was Miles.

I needed to demand a lot of money, and he doesn't look like the kind of guy that would give it up that easily. I didn't know if we were supposed to talk or not, if we were allowed to make a little friendly conversation, so I didn't. Not like I had the balls to anyway.

I could only remember his face vaguely after he removed his sunglasses, so I decided to bulk up the courage and take a little look-see. I discreetly turned my head and observed.

-Male

-Early - late 20's

-Wealthy (obviously)

-Some kind of business man (I noticed a suitcase in the back seat when I turned around and tried to search for Lexi)

-He seemed, nervous?

He was clutching the steering wheel with one hand, and the fingers of that hand were tapping an uneven beat against the wheel. While his other hand was quietly tapping against his leg that was the one furthest away from me.

I figured I was staring too long, that he could sense it because seconds later, he looked back at me. I instantly retracted and continued to stare forward.

The car drive was silent and awkward. Barely any conversation was made and I had no idea where I was headed. The awkward tension was building, and building.

Thankfully, we soon pulled up outside the gate of a big, white house. He pulled up near a box thingy and typed in a pin code I presumed. The gates then opened and we drove further towards the big white mansion.

We pulled up beside the house next to two other expensive looking cars. He killed the engine and immediately got out of the car, not even attempting to be gentlemen like and open my door for me. He didn't lock his car, not like he needed to.

I followed behind him as he led me through his front door and inside his house. Surely he didn't live alone, because this house was big enough to fit the whole of the hospital patients in. There was a large two way stair case in front of us, and I followed behind him as he walked up one.

We walked past numerous rooms and study's until we reached a pair of double doors. He sent both of the doors flying open at the same time, and walked into the dark room.

The light that he flicked on while making his way into the room, made the black walls visible. He had a black and white doona set covering his king sized bed, a bookshelf and a huge desk and chair, covered in paper work.

He had disappear for a few minutes, going into what I think was the bathroom and came back out seconds later, in more comfortable clothing.

"Where should I-" I stutter out, still standing outside the door.

"Uh, come in. Come in." He answered and motioned towards the bed.

I slowly walked over and placed my purse on his bed side table, taking my heels off after wards. He walked up behind me and touch my bare shoulder, causing me to turn around. I then pushed him towards the bed, telling him to sit down, which he did.

I stood in front of him a few more seconds, not looking at him. The awkward tension was burning at the moment. I took the crop top off, revealing my black bra and dropped it to the floor. I felt over exposed, but it was a small price to pay.

He watched me intently, as I made my way closer to him, reaching for the hem of his white shirt. I then pulled it over his head and was surprised at his choice of tattoo's. There were doves, ships and a butterfly. He kept his eyes on me, as I moved and sat on his lap, facing him.

I obviously wasn't going to make an attempt at making the first move, so he did. He pulled my face towards his and started kissing me eagerly. His hungry forceful lips soon parted mine but I still held back form kissing him. He then laid back on the bed, me officially lying on top of him.

Lexi said that we shouldn't kiss on the mouth, that it's too personal. As much as I didn't want to, I couldn't afford to not to be personal. What he wanted, he would be getting. Just as I got the courage to kiss back, our mouths were soon disconnected and his deep voice sighed.

"Wait."