Throughout the day, I was passed on like a rag doll, being exchanged from one person to the next. Each had a few words of wisdom regarding the company and how things work. Most warned me of him. It varied from the fact that he's a part of a cult, their main goal to assassinate any possible threats to the company, to him being a crooning ladies man.

It was all lies, and they sat upon a throne of them. And the king of it all kept a watchful eye over me the entire day.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach whenever he stalked into my office, and planted himself comfortably in the chair across from me. I avoided his amused eyes with all my might, busying myself with the stapler.

"You put paper in it, and punch down, love. It's not that hard," I hear Harry chuckle. I scowl at my legs, still afraid to look up at him.

In a swift movement Curly manages to move over to me, and curls a finger underneath my set jaw. He lifts my head up forcefully. I meet his determined eyes with my curious ones. I still was confused about his actual identity. I mean who was Edward - or rather Harry? Were they one and the same? Or were they two different people that came out at certain times? Crazy, I know. But it's better than him being in a cult.

"Lunch. Let's go," He demands. Harry smiles at me. I narrow my eyes, completely unamused like he seems to be with his dictatorship.

"I think I'm ok, Mr. Styles. I've got plenty to do." I motion to the pile of papers stacked sky high upon the shiny wood desk.

"You're excused. Now come," He purrs. My manners and etiquette regarding the office slips my mind as I gape at him astonished. I rip my face, still in his grip, and stand up meeting him at eye level. I silently congratulate myself for wearing heels.

"I honestly would rather not. So if you'd excuse me, I have work to do." I coldly motion to the door, indicating that I wish for him to leave me.

My boss only smirks. "I think you do want to come." Harry tilts his head, eyeing me amused. His words are laced with an unspoken threat. I step back from him.

"Mr. Styles you have a phone call. It's urgent." I shift my gaze to see the smirking receptionist, looking at our situation. She repeats her earlier gesture, looking at me up and down, and smiles proudly when she sees how close me and Harry are.

I turn away frowning. Damn it.

Harry mumbles under his breath, and doesn't hesitate to walk out of the room. There he leaves me, confused and flustered.

The day ended, and I had not seen my boss since the awkward stand off earlier. I left, a tad glumly, and awaited the arrival of the elevator. Behind me, I heard the receptionist, Natalie I believe, gossiping - already.

I felt all eyes turn to me, boring holes through my dress, peering into me. They nit picked every piece of me, tearing me apart with harsh words and cold glares. I stared ahead confidently, though I felt a hard lump form in my throat. This made me stick my chin up higher, hoping to boost my own confidence.

Finally the elevator arrived, and I stepped into its safety. Just as the golden doors were about to shut, blocking me off from all the hatred, a hand stopped its path. The only thing noticeable to me through the tiny slit were blazing green eyes.

I sucked in a breath, anticipating his entrance. Harry does not meet my eyes, only stares straight ahead at his reflection. Confused, I do not bother questioning him, instead I let my thoughts wander to him.

Harry Styles. Edward Cox. One in the same?

Or two very different people?

Young multi-millionaire?

Or lethal monster?

All I can think about is the vicious way he pinned down the other monstrous man, and so swiftly came to my aid. The way his eyes turned shades darker with an anger so frightening, it would put the devil himself to shame.

A slight ding interrupted my thoughts, and I sauntered out completely unaware with the silent demon following me. I reached my car, no disturbances, but as I was about to enter it, I pushed pushed roughly on my back. My slow mind was still working out what just happened as he began to whisper slowly in my ear. "I'm sorry I missed lunch, love. Shall we go to dinner?"

I stood there unmoving, words at a loss to my lips. His calloused hands stroked my softly, just a whisper of a touch. Though it was barely there, it sent flames of a burning passionate fire up and down my shaking arms.

"I'm not going to wait all night, sweets." His lips were on my earlobe now. They tickled the skin when his lips whispered softly.

Harry pulled back, and smirked at my uneasy state. I watched as hungry eyes trailed along my body, as if contemplating what to do next.

Mustering all my courage and strength up, words finally grant an appearance. "So, are you gonna eat me?" My eyes widen at my words, and I rush to cover them up. "I mean, are you going to take me to dinner! I'm starving..." I trail off awkwardly, so humiliated at my slip up.

Harry chuckles, then nuzzles his face in my neck once more. "There's nothing I'd love to do more," The words that left his full pink lips are layered with silent meanings that he dares not to speak.

The cold, and musky parking garage now feels ten times smaller, closing in on us. The wind that wisps around us from the near outdoors whispers to me. They scold me for my wrong doings, and getting trapped into the beautiful man's claws. It was so deliciously wrong and forbidden.

"Follow me out." And just like that, he disappears. I am left standing against my car, breathless and looking like an idiot.

Not too long after, a sleek black car with dark tinted windows to the point where I could see my red face pulled up. A window rolled down. It revealed a satisfied and smug looking Harry. "Coming, love?" That was all it took for me to bustle into the car, and follow mindlessly as my boss led me to an unknown destination.

Notes

Comment? I'd like to know what you think so far!

IWTBLBY is in writing, people! So sit tight! I've got big plans ;)

Read, rate, comment, subscribe

~M