Shades Of Styles

Casual Affair

I wake up to the morning wind whipping around our hotel room and I smile as I feel his body pressed against mine. Our legs tangled together in the sheets...
I let my eyes ease open and I look out across the room, slowly turning my body to be face to face with him.
My fingers go up to his face and trace down his nose, his chin, jawline, the curve of his collar bones, down his arm, across his fingers. I stop there when I remember, what should be there. A gold wedding band.
He's married...and I knew that and I still slept with him. I pull my body from his and sit up. This was a one time thing and I know it can't happen again. I shove myself off the bed and shuffle to find my clothes.

I'm not this person, this isn't the type of stuff I do. I don't know what got into me last night. I'm such an idiot!

"Ms. (Y/N), can I see you in my office." My boss, Mr. Styles asks me through my phones intercom. Being the new intern and being called into the office, makes me so nervous. I've only had one interaction with him, albeit it wasn't a bad one. He was very sweet. He's also super hot so it's even harder to not be nervous around him.

I knock on his door and he tells me to come in so I do. I enter and see him shuffling through paperwork on his desk. His head shoots up at me and he smiles.

"(Y/N), so lovely to see you. Please have a seat." He offers, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. I make my way to the seat and sit down. He stands up and buttons his blazer before striding over to me. "I just wanted to formally welcome you in."

"Thank you Mr. Styles." I thank him nervously.

"Please call me, Harry." He orders and I nod.

"Harry."

"How are you liking it so far?" He questions, leaning against his desk now, his hands gripping the edge of it.

"Very well, Mr-Harry" I tell him and he nods knowingly. I hadn't noticed I wasn't looking at him until he points it.

"Perhaps the conversation would be easier if you were actually looking at me." He laughs and I finally meet his face. It's just as breathtaking as I remember it. "Mhm, that's better."

"Sorry...I'm just-nervous." I stammer.

"No reason for that, can I get you a drink?" He shoves off the desk and walks across the room.

"Um, water?" I ask. Surely he can't mean liquor it's only 12 in the afternoon.

"Mm, simple girl." He mumbles and laughs at the end. "I prefer brandy." I don't turn around and I hear liquid being poured into glasses. Quickly he's in front of me, handing me the water and I take politely.

"Thank you." I say before taking a sip.

"You know, I've been watching you for the last few weeks. I know they don't have you do much but I can tell that you should be." He explains. Is he about to promote me? I've only been here for 3 weeks, there's no way he could want me to be here on pay already? "I need a new assistant...what'd you say?" He asks and my heart jumps out of my chest. I know assistant isn't much better but it pays and I won't have to do coffee runs for the entire office anymore. And I'll get to work directly under him. Wish I could do more under him- no, he's my boss.

"Yes! Of course." I say a little too excitedly.

"That's wonderful, you can start tomorrow." He explains further and I nod along. "Say, how about tonight, we have a little celebration?" He offers. How could I say no to him?

"Of course. I'd love that." I tell him. I wonder how many people he'll invite out? I mean, this isn't much of a promotion to be celebrating but if he wants to drink over it, then more power to him.

The rest is pretty down hill from there. He had invited some other friends and his own wife but none showed. So he and I got drunk together. We kissed and ended up here. Fuck!

"(Y/N)?" He asks groggily. I can't run, he's my boss. I'll see him today at work. And he'll ask why I skipped out on him. I'll just have to let him down gently. Tell him it was a mistake, he's married and I am not a home wrecker. 

"Um, this-shouldn't have happened." I tell him immediately. His face fills with confusion and he turns his body, sitting up. His torso is fully exposed and he pulls his knees up, resting his forearms on them. 

"Why?" he asks, looking a little hurt. 

"You're...my boss. And you're married." I say like its obvious because it is. I finally find my dress and shimmy it up my body. This is not the ideal outfit I want to wear home but I don't have a choice. 

"Being your boss is a benefit." He laughs. "And as for my wife...well, she's been cheating on me since our honeymoon." He explains. "Come here, please." 

I hesitate for a moment but he opens his arms to me and how could I say no to that body. I stride over to him and melt into his embarrass. He feels even better when were both sober. 

"I want you, (Y/N)...I've wanted you since the first time I saw you. And I know you want me too." He's not wrong. I'd been drooling over him since the first time we met and I wasn't exactly against what we did last night and I don't even recall thinking it over when he asked me to his hotel room. We were both tipsy, still able to agree and disagree to things, such a sleeping together and yet we both did it. We wanted each other, I want him now and he wants me as well. I'm sure we will be able to keep it a secret at work but that still doesn't rule out the fact that he's married. Her cheating on him doesn't mean he should also cheat on her. They should divorce so they're both not hurting each other anymore. 

"I can sense that you're unsure still. Look," He pauses to pull me away from him so I can look at him. "What happened last night was something...I wont be able to take my mind off for a while. I'm not asking you to be my new wife or even girlfriend. Whats a harmless fling?" he offers, wiggling his eyebrows. 

"You're still married. I can't get past that....it doesn't matter that she's cheating too. I can't be a- no I wont be, a home wrecker." I tell him. 

"We were working on a divorce anyway. I haven't even seen her in six months or so." He informs me. "I could tell if you'd like, though id probably break the restraining order." 

"Oh." Is all I have to say to that. I guess if they're already working on a divorce then there shouldn't be a problem with it. Before I can say anymore, he's kissing me and pulling me into his chest and I melt even more at his warm lips against mine. His mouth still has traces of liquor on it but I don't mind it at all. 

This should be fun...