Disconnected | H.S.

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{I WARN YOU NOW THAT THE FRICKLE FRACKLE THAT HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER IS POORLY WRITTEN BECAUSE ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ONE OF THOSE SCENES SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME ON THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED}

"Okay Mr. Styles," I finally reply after thinking for a bit. "I'll let you do as you please." A smirk grows on his face. He stands up, making me stand up.

"Go lock the door Ms. Bryant." He orders, smacking my bum as I start toward the door. I lock it then make me way back over to him. He wastes no time, starting by kissing down my neck. He makes me sit on the desk, his hands roaming my body. I tangle my fingers in his hair as he steps in-between my legs. I feel his bulge press against my thigh.

"Oh Ms. Bryant," he mumbles against my skin, still kissing my neck and around my collar. "I can't wa-" he's cut off by a knock on the door. He quickly pulls away and I jump off the desk. I sit down in his black leather chair and act as if I'm busy as Mr. Styles goes over to the door.

"What is it Mr. Tomlinson?" His voice is filled with irritation. Oh Louis, interrupting at the worst time.

"There are some guys at the front desk saying they have a meeting with you. El-I mean Ms. Smith told me to tell you." Louis replies. Mr. Styles exits the room but Louis stands at the doorway. "He's letting you sit in his chair?"

"Yeah, he is. Why's it matter?" I ask.

"I've known Harry since I was 18. We've been best friends since we first met. He doesn't like it when people sit in his office chair. He's never let a girl sit in his chair, ever. Even his past assistants have never sat in his chair and they slept with him. And now here you are." He crosses his arms. "He must think that you're something special." I slightly blush.

"Get back to work Tomlinson. Don't put things in my head that aren't true." I retort.

"I wouldn't say it if it weren't true." He then walks away, going back to his cubicle. I can't be something special to Mr. Styles. He barely knows me. This doesn't make any sense to me. Why does Louis think I'm special to Mr. Styles?

After almost 2 hours, Mr. Styles enters his office again. I'm putting more papers into the computer as he sits down in the small chair he made me sit in earlier.

"How was your meeting?" I ask, trying to make conversation.

"It was rather lengthy and as always boring. I would've much rather been in here with you." He says, rolling his chair close to mine and placing his hands on my thighs again. "May we continue what we started?"

"How about we wait until work is over? Then we can go to either of our places and do what you want." I suggest.

"Okay Ms. Bryant." He says. "But I warned you earlier; the longer you make me wait, the rougher I become."

"I know Mr. Styles." I reply. "How about we order some lunch?"

"Oh, I know what I'll be eating." He remarks, his tone and smile cheeky. I flush crimson.

"Mr. Styles, let's just order lunch." I pick up his office phone.

"Sounds good Ms. Bryant." He says with a chuckle.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The clock reads 4:58 PM. Everyone is clocking out and you can tell by the expression on Mr. Styles' face that he's anxious. I, on the other hand, am very nervous. My stomach is in knots and my hands are very shaky.

What if, when we do this, he acts like nothing has happened between us? Or what if he finds me horrible and tells everyone he knows about it? There are so many questions that pop into my mind, so many things that could happen, and that scares me so badly.