Disconnected | H.S.

F I V E

Deciding on what to wear for the day was very easy when usually it's a bit of a struggle. I put on a short black skirt that went to my mid-thigh with black heels to match. I'm wearing a long, white button up shirt but I show quite a bit of cleavage. I curl my dark hair then I apply eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, and lipgloss.

"Don't you look sexy?" Leila calls as I finish applying my lipgloss.

"I just thought I'd try something new." Of course, I haven't told Leila about what occurred last night between Mr. Styles and I. I love Leila to death but she can be a gossip sometimes so I tend to keep most secrets of mine bottled inside. Plus, I have major trust issues so that doesn't help anything.

"Got someone you're wanting to impress?" She asks, her voice filled with curiosity.

"No. I just decided to dress up a bit." I reply, grabbing my purse from the bathroom counter and throwing my lipgloss in it.

"Okay. But if you come back with hickeys all over your neck, I'll know I was right." She says with a smirk.

"Yeah yeah. I've got to get going or I'll be late. I'll talk with you later tonight." I wave goodbye to her then quickly leave, going to work and to see what Mr. Styles thinks of me today.

I arrived at work around 7:42. I have 3 minutes before Mr. Styles appears through those doors and I've yet to clean his office. Oh shit. I quickly run to his office, not even bothering to sit my things down on my desk. I throw my purse down on his desk and quickly put a few pieces of paper that were on his desk in the trash. I put his pens and pencils back in order and arrange everything quickly. He comes in just as I put the last pen in its place. He looks at me and stops in his tracks. He scans my body, eyeing me like I'm a piece of candy.

"Sorry Mr. Styles. I was just tidying your office before you came in." I say. He doesn't respond. "Well, I better get to work." I grab my purse from his desk and walk out of his office. When I sit at my desk, he's still stood near the door of his office but he's now staring at me again. His eyes are filled with hunger and lust. He's biting his lower lip which I must say, is very sexy. I clear my throat, trying to catch his attention.

"Good morning, Ms. Bryant." He finally speaks.

"Good morning sir. Would you like some coffee?"

"No." He replies. "But I know who I would like."

"Really now?" I question, crossing my legs. "And who might that be?" As he begins to speak, Zayn and Louis enter, chatting away. Mr. Styles walks into his office but leaves the door open.

"Whoa Bryant." Louis says when he sees me. "What made you dress up today?"

"Can't a girl dress up without a reason?"

"Not usually." He responds. "Girls always have some sort of motive."

"Not this girl." I say as I start filling out the sheet of paper that's in front of me. I keep working but I feel eyes on me. I look up from the paper and scan the room, only to meet Zayn's gaze. "Zayn, stop staring and get to work."

"I can't help it. You look so sexy today." He remarks. I roll my eyes slightly. Stop making piggish remarks and get to work Malik. I continue filling out the paper but I keep feeling him stare me down.

Mr. Styles comes to his office door, propping his hands on the frame of it, and looks toward Zayn then looks at me. He looks pretty mad.

"Ms. Bryant, come in here." He orders me. I quickly obey, grabbing the paper and my pen then scurrying my way in there. I close the door once in there. "Stay in here for the remainder of the day. I won't have you so uncomfortable that you can't even concentrate on your work." He noticed I was that uncomfortable? Wow. "Here." He pulls a chair behind his desk, beside his chair. I quickly sit and get back to work, trying to fill out the paper using my legs as a desk. I hear him chuckle before scooting me closer to the desk and making me place the paper in front of me. "Use the desk Ms. Bryant, it's okay."

"I didn't want to be in your way." I explain.

"You aren't. When you get that filled out, we can trade spots so you can put it in the system."

"Okay, sir." I reply. Soon, I finish with the paper and stand from my seat. "Okay, trade spots with me."

"Oh you see," he begins. "I don't really feel like moving now. Guess you'll have to just stand....or sit in my lap." He remarks, his grin rather cheeky. My cheeks turn a light color of pink.

"Mr. Styles, this is totally unprofessional." I remark, placing my hand on my hip.

"Our relationship isn't only business anymore, remember?" He smirks. Thoughts of what happened last night pop into my mind as he stares at me, his eyes still lust-filled. "Coming to work dressed like this only increases your chances of me bending you over the desk and having my way with you." My face heats up and he starts running his hand up my thigh, caressing it. I quickly jump back, feeling very flustered. "Ms. Bryant, I'm only touching you."

"That's very unprofessional of you. We're working." I remark.

"Please, just let me touch you. That's all I'm wanting right now. You're incredibly sexy and stunning Ms. Bryant, I don't want to keep my hands off you." He pleads with me.

"I'll make a deal with you." I succumb. "Trade seats with me and I'll let you touch me wherever you want to. And you can touch me as much as you want as well."

"Deal." He retorts quickly, standing up from his seat. I take the large, roomy seat that he once occupied and he takes my seat. I begin putting the paper into the computers system as he starts running his large hands up and down my thighs. I glance at the clock on the computer. Wow, not even 8:30 and we're already very touchy. I can only imagine what's to come my way by the time lunch rolls around.

By 9:15, I have that paper and another one into the computer system. While working on another one, Mr. Styles makes me put the paper down. He grabs one of my hands with one of his and places his other hand on my hip, pulling me on his lap.

"I think you've worked enough." He mumbles, his voice husky. Before I can say anything, he kisses me hard. One of his hands comes up to hold my face while the other stays on my hip, making sure I stay sat on his lap. My hands make their way to the nape of his neck as he continues, slipping his tongue into my mouth. But it's different from yesterday. Yesterday's was sweet and slow but this one is full of want and need.

I pull back reluctantly, even though I wanted to continue that. We have to stop this now. We're at work for Christ's sake.

"Mr. Styles, we can't continue this." I say. "At least, not during work hours."

"The longer you make me wait, the rougher I become." He remarks. My eyes widen slightly. I don't know if I can handle him being rough. I've never had it rough before. "I don't think you want to make me wait so you should just let me do as I please now."

"But what about protection?" I ask. He reaches into one of his desk drawers and pulls out a foil packet. Wonder how long those have been there.

"I've had these stocked since the first day you were hired, just in case I got this chance." He explains. "And they're the best condoms you'll ever use." I bite my lip as I think.

I can't believe that I'm gonna let him do this.

-A/N-

So hi! Double update on July 14, 2014! Yay!

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