"You'll get paid at the end of the week." He says while stopping in his tracks, after he rushes over my body from head to toe with his eyes, my eyes meet his. His dark green eyes left me at "awe" I couldn't comprehend shit in that moment. I'd never been so adored and attracted by anyone like I was now. Mr. Styles looks me in the eye once again and shoots a smirk while lifting his right hand, full of rings and even a tattoo, waving it in my face. Only so I can come back to earth. "Delani, are you able to start Sunday? This weekend?" He asks, only revealing his strong dark and deep British accent even more.

It was just something I would never think he would do...