“And then, we’ll have them saying a sweet goodbye at the airport… Danielle, can you cry on cue?” Two people from management turned to you. You sent a very sarcastic thumbs up and returned to your phone. This was why you had told your agent not to have this meeting right before rehearsals for the fashion show. She never listens. You made a mental note to fire her.
If it helped any, it rocked that pretty boy was just as unhappy as you were. He kept pacing, then sitting, fidgeting, and moving. You wanted to punch him, but whatever. What was one hour going to do to you, right? You caught Harry staring at you expectantly across the conference room table.
“What?” You snapped, locking your phone and giving him a look.
“Ummm, Danielle, we asked you if any shows coincide with the tour dates. We want Harry to bring you out for a song during one of the shows.” You sighed.
“Call Elizabeth. She’ll know.” You sighed and checked your calendar yourself though.
“Well, I guess that’s all. Let us know when you have the dates of your shows. And thanks for being such good sports guys, we know this must suck, since you both like other people… but I think it will be good for us.” You snorted and rose. “Thanks for the time guys.” One signature wave, and you were outta there.
“Danielle, wait!” You stopped in your tracks.
“What the hell do you want?” You spat at Harry.
“Well… do you want a ride?”
“I have my own car, thank you.” You turned and started walking. He grabbed your hand, and yanked you back against him. From this close you could feel his abs through his t-shirt, smell his cologne, and taste him. He was so close…
You snapped out of it and tried to pull away.
“Danielle please. If you wanted to get away, you would be trying harder than that.” His breath caressed your ear, and made you feel warm inside.
“Don’t try to fight me…” he began pulling you back into the building, whispering to you the entire time. His soft lips never left you and you sighed.
“Shhh.” He pushed you back into a dark room. You backed up and hit a desk.
“We cannot do this.” You weakly tried to shove him away. He stopped kissing you and looked into your eyes, inches away from you. You could feel his breath against your face. He smelled like spearmint and cinnamon…
“Why? Oh right… because you hate me. Right?” He stroked your face.
“Yes.” Trying to gain your wits again.
He laughed. “I can see right through you.” With that he pressed you up against the desk and pulled down your zipper. Teasing you, he nibbled on your neck, rubbing you gently.
“More…” You exhaled into his ear.
His chuckle reverberated through you as he slid off his jeans quickly. He unbuttoned your skinny jeans and you took advantage of the situation and flipped your bodies. You took complete control and slid off his boxers. As his clothes pooled around his ankles you pulled off your bra and panties.
He entered you slowly, making sure you felt every inch. You gasped and moaned as he moved his hips against you.
It was bliss.
He grabbed your face and pulled you into a deep, sweet kiss.
After you climaxed together he helped you get dressed and you walked out of the building hand in hand.
The next day, after waking up in Harry’s arms after a fantastic night, you checked some news sites. You and Harry were front page as their favorite couple.