Pretty Woman ➡️ Harry Styles (ON HOLD)

12. Day 4

Harry's POV

I decided to leave for work earlier than usual, in the hopes of avoiding Jordan. Just the fact that she thought it the least bit okay to touch Cynthia's stuff, or mine, pissed me off. I hadn't even gone through her stuff yet. I wanted to leave the stuff she had failed to take with her just the way she had, in case she ever decided to come back.

The last bit of our conversation came soely from my anger. And me letting slip the fact that her walking around half naked some days reminding me that she's here for business purposes only, I will admit, was very un professional. She probably thinks I'm some sort of sexually frustrated predator now.

She was hot and hell I have wondered what it would be like to fuck her, but I know I can't. And I don't like being told no, even from myself. I feel as if having sex with her wouldn't spark any feelings, but I couldn't risk it.

I couldn't have her and it pissed me off. But did I really want her? Was it her that I wanted or her body? Just the thought of me thinking this way repulsed me. I cannot get attached. I cannot sleep with her, not like she'd want to anyway.

I didn't know why I got so pissed off, maybe it was the fact that I liked being in control and with Jordan, I never seem to be. But that's not what's important. I need to focus on my job, and getting Cynthia back.

It did annoy me that something so- there and upfront was off limits to me, but I only said it out of frustration, I didn't mean it. I couldn't afford to think that way, even if she was a prostitute.

Once I reached the floor I worked on, I once again flashed a smile to the woman working in the reception- whose name I continued to forget. Normally she would blush and try and give a smile back, and surprised me this morning when she stopped me.

"Mr Styles." She quickly said when I walked pat her.
"Ahh, yes?" I said smiling, I still wasn't quite sure of her name yet.
"Mr Thompson is coming in to see you."

"I'm sorry?" I asked, I must have heard her wrong.
"Mr Kurtis Thompson has made an appointment to speak with you today sir, I just thought I'd give you a heads up considering.."

"Yes." I cleared my throat in the most awkward way possible. "How long until he's due to come in?"
"Um." Se shuffled nervously and turned around to look up at the big clock. "A few minutes sir."

It looked as if she were certain I was going to burst out in anger, I could tell it was what she was expecting me to do at so little as the mention of his name.
"Very well." Was all I said and smiled at her. She looked relieved. "Thank you, Heather." I said finally remembering her name, and she look very happy that I did.

I entered my office, sat down my briefcase and slumped down in my chair. I rested my elbows on the desk in front of me and pressed my fingers against my temples. Just as I was about to switch on my laptop, a sound came from the land line beside me.

"Mr Styles." It was Heather's voice. I quickly pressed the button and spoke into it.
"Hello, Heather."
"Mr Thompson is here to see you."

"Send him in." I said and she quickly said goodbye before returning to her duties. A few moments later, I looked up preparing for him to enter.
"Harry." The blonde man smiled as he entered my office. He looked around the space before sitting down in one of the chairs opposite me.
"Kurtis, my friend." I said in a monotone. "What brings you here?"

"Oh, just checking in on an old friend." I clenched my jaw before forcing a polite smile. They were any far from friends. I watched as he then- most deliberately used his left hand to starch away at his stumble.

As he raked his fingers against his jaw, he made his engagement ring visible. I personally would have gone for a band instead of a ring, (it was kind of feminine in my opinion) but I guess he wanted it to be noticed, by me in particular.