Mozzafiato

Your Wish Is My Command.

Veronica. 

"Vernie, cmon wake the hell up. We don't have ALL DAY" a very annoying voice rings in my ear. Swatting the person away, I roll over and pull my sheets down to reveal a very annoyed Zoe raking through my closet. "What are you doing?" I question, pulling on my robe and grabbing the coffee on my bedside table. "Finding you something to wear" She replies simply, pulling out a black shirt before tucking it back on the hanger. 

"Uh, why?" I ask skeptically, curious why my normal office chic apparel wouldn't do. It was almost like a record scratch when the small assistant spun on her red Manolo heels to face me, shock written on her face. "Did you seriously forget?" She hisses, replying with a shake of my head, she finally explains. "You have your meeting with that actress chick and being the good assistant and friend I am, I took it upon myself to come to get you ready" She states, plugging in my large barrel curling iron and forcing me down on my vanity chair before starting on my makeup. 

Passing the time by sipping coffee, spilling tea and everything in-between, we finally finished. After peaking at the natural makeup and large barrel curls, Zoe hands me my outfit for the day. Sliding on the white dress with the large suit jacket, I pull on the nude heels and add some jewelry. "Alright, I'm ready. Do you need a ride to the office? We can stop for coffee" I ask as Zoe hands mea random black purse. "Yes please, we're going to need it" She giggles, shutting my door behind her. Satisfied when I hear the lock click, we make our way to my Land rover. After stopping at Starbucks, we make our way into the office. Plopping my purse down on my desk, Zoe grabs her tablet with the office schedule. 

"Alrighty, what conference room would you like?" She questions, sitting on one of the leather chairs in front of my desk. "Let's conference room 4, it overlooks Times Square" I state, I wasn't ever one to brag until it came to this meeting. I wanted the best of the best and that's what I was going to get. "It's booked, They should be here in about thirty minutes. I had holly grab some of the nice wine from the cooler for a little touch" Zoe replies. "I have never been more proud of you, Zo" I giggle, and it was the truth. The young girl was never one to be flashy or showy by herself, I had to tell her when we wanted to show off to other companies, but she was a fast learner and most definitely hit her mark. 

 She had just stepped out of the room when my phone lights up with her contact. "Did you miss me or something?" I laugh, hearing her let out an huff. "You have something to deal with in conference room 1" She replies, my brows knitting together. "I'll be over in a moment" I reply, sitting back in my desk chair to finish the email I was typing. Five minutes later, I stand and adjust my dress before making my way to the conference room. 

Knocking before swinging the large door open, I'm met with the sight of the tall curly haired man, dressed in a nice suit staring out of the office windows. "Am I being graced with THE Harry Styles in my office?" I greet, assuming my presence would catch his attention. "Anything for you, Darling girl" He replies, taking a seat at the large spruce table. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" I question, sitting on the heavy tabletop besides his figure." I came to discuss you accompanying me to an event" He hums, his finger playing with the hem of my skirt slightly. "Go on" I reply cautiously, watching the man pour wine into two of the glasses.

"Our lovely friend Thomas St. Charles invited me to a charity event. I'm assuming he invited you? I mean, you could always come as my plus one" He questions, his dark eyes peering over the large glass. Annoyed by his comment, I roll my eyes before plastering a smile that could kill on my mouth. "Of course he did, what about it?" I ask skeptically. There would no doubt be something in it for him, but I wanted to see how far I could push before he gave it up. "Because, if anyone hates him more than me, it's you, and the feeling is very mutual. I think it would be rather humorous to see his face when he sees my gorgeous girlfriend on my arm" He states.

 He wasn't wrong, Thomas was another big fish in both of our ponds. The man had high stocks in my fashion industry, and boy did he have a lot of ex wives that Harry's firm represented that love to take him to court. I do agree that he was one we both could benefit from rustling his feathers a bit. 

"Alright, but I have some rules" I hum, running my clawed finger through the curly mop I had missed so much. "And what are those?" He asks, his large fingers resting under my chin and pulling me against him. "I get to chose what you wear, and you have to find a less childish name for what I am to you" I hum against his lips, expecting the stubborn man to disagree. "Your wish is my command" He replies without missing a beat. His lips met mine for a brief, sweet moment that ended too soon. His eyes stayed trained on me as he stood to leave, slightly dragging his fingers across my bare thighs as he walks out. 

After the door closes, I let out a huff and finish the bit of wine I had left before pulling the large door open again to reveal a very curious Zoe. "What was that?" She questions. "Oh, honey, let's just say I have till Saturday to find a dress" I reply before stalking back to my office with the annoyed and confused assistant behind me. After explaining the details of the meeting over Breadsticks later that night, Zoe was starstruck by his boldness.

"Why did he come to you? Well besides you being ya know hot and your little, uh, friendship?" She questions, sipping on her watermelon bai. "Oh god that was worse than what he used to describe this thing!" I giggle, leaning over as she shoots me a look. Waving my hand to clear the air, I take a deep breath to calm myself before replying. "Reschedule vogue and tell grandma I'm sorry, we have work to do." I reply, and with that, we got back to work.