Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Harry– Mr. Killian (I still didn't know how to address him) was in front of me. I still didn't know where we were going to. But he had ordered me to follow him. So I was following him.

We took the elevator down to my department and I widened my eyes. I hoped he wasn't going to accompany to go take my stuff. I didn't want people getting the wrong idea. And I knew just how far people's minds could go and how sharp their tongues could be.

"H–Harry?" I stuttered.

"Why did you stop? Let's go take your stuff," he said and my eyes, as impossible as it sounded, got even wider.

"You could just wait here. I'll take it myself," I said with a bright smile. But it didn't work. He frowned at me, then held my elbow and led me to my cubicle. Funny how he knew where it was found.

I stealthily ignored the other's gazes and picked up my stuff (which consisted of my bag and my phone). I was a pro at this. In my hometown, people looked at you so much that you got used to it. Kinda.

After taking my stuff, still leading me by the elbow, Harry and I entered the elevator. It was silent. That is until I opened my mouth.

"So, where are we going to?" I asked. I couldn't help myself. I was curious. I asked way too many questions.

But Harry didn't feed into my curiosity. He looked at me with a small smile and said, "You'll see". And it's at that moment that I realized how much curiosity was a crime.

I was literally dying. I wanted to know. Now I realized how the people of my hometown felt sometimes. And why they went to all lengths to discover things about others. Though here, it wasn't something about others I was eager to discover. It concerned me. So logically, I had the right to know.

"You know I hate surprises? I might hate you after this," I tried, but the small smile on Harry's face told me it wasn't working. To be honest, I actually loved surprises. But sometimes, my curiosity tried to get the best of me. And now was one of those times.

We were out of the elevator. My gaze accidentally wandered around and I met the curious eyes of the receptionist. I turned immediately. I really didn't need judgement.

I was trailing behind Harry and shooting daggers at his immaculately coiffed head that I didn't realize he had stopped and I bumped into him accidentally.

"Clumsy little flower," he said and I frowned. I wasn't clumsy, I wasn't little and I sure wasn't a flower. But I didn't say any of this. Just let him lead me in front me.

I was walking comfortably in front of him when I remembered something one of my dates had told me. He told me chivalry is dead, chica. The only reason guys let women walk in front of them is to stare at their asses.

A mischievous smile formed on my face and I decided to catch Harry in the act. Not to be cocky or anything, I knew I had a nice ass. So I wasn't even going to be mad if I caught him looking at it. And without even realizing it, I started swaying my hips seductively.

I timed it perfectly. I turned my head slightly with the smile still on my lips. But it fell as soon as I saw what Harry was doing. He was on his phone! On his effing phone! Boy, there's a nice ass in front of you and you decide to play on your phone? Wow.

I turned with a silent huff and pouted. It slighted that he didn't look at me. But I didn't understand myself. Usually, I found guys who looked at my ass openly and in public disgusting, so why did I want Harry to look at it so bad.

I shook my head at myself. I was so lost in thought that didn't even hear him call me. When he touched me, I shivered and turned towards him. I looked up at him, questioning.

"My car is this way," he said with a smirk and had to stop myself from falling. That smirk was probably the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but I found myself unconsciously clenching and unclenching my legs.

I followed him to what I assumed was the parking lot and to what looked like a really expensive car. I got in with a smile when he opened the door for me, then got it. It was the little things like this that got me.

"So are you going to tell me where we're heading to?" I asked, looking at his profile. How did his profile look so delectable? I shook my head at my desperate thoughts and concentrated on whatever he was saying.

"...my favorite restaurant downtown. I promise you will enjoy it." I managed to catch the last part of his sentence and I smiled broadly.

It had to mean something right? Him taking me to his favorite restaurant? Or was I just imagining and overthinking stuff cause I wanted him to see me in a different light?

"Why are you so silent? I thought you were going to be happy I told you finally?" Harry asked, looking at me through the corner of his eye.

I smiled and said jokingly, "Well, I'm a bit disappointed. I thought we were going to see sharks or something. Living life on the wild side?"

He laughed and I had to clench my legs again. How did someone's laugh sound sexy. And where was all this coming from??

"So you're a wild one, little flower?"

I pouted and answered, counting on my fingers, "First, yes I'm a wild one. Don't I look like I take a ride on the wild side everyday? And two, can you stop calling me little flower? I'm not little by any means and I'm not delicate like a flower".

He laughed again. Could he stop laughing? I'd appreciate that a lot. Rather, my panties would appreciate that a lot.

"You're intriguing, little flower," Harry said and I pouted. Did he want me to sound threatening before he stopped calling me that.

He caught my frown and smirked, "Compared to me you're little. And so as your name remains Iris, I'll keep calling you flower."

I took in a sharp breath. Had y'all heard that? Him saying my name in that deliciously charming accent if his? I blushed and I couldn't even find a counter-argument.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked.

"More like accent got my tongue," I said lowly, but apparently not low enough, cause Harry chuckled.

"You like my accent, Iris?" I looked at him with a défiant look and he laughed again. I turned my head to try and hide the small smile that had formed on my lips. This man was like a drug.

"We're here," Harry said and shook out whichever reverie I had found myself in.

I got out of the car before he had the chance to open my door and the frown on his face had me shivering involuntarily.

"I open your doors. Got that?" he said and I nodded rapidly. That tone.

He placed his hand on the small of my back and I was sure he felt me shudder. And it made me start wondering. If his touch felt like that with layers of clothing on, how was it going to feel with no stitch of fabric on?

I blushed at my thoughts and concentrated on the surroundings. The place looked nice. And welcoming. All I hoped was, it wasn't one of those expensive places with overpriced menus.

We got in and got a warm welcome from the maîtresse d' and were led to a pretty nice table.

We passed our orders pretty quickly and in a record time, the food was served. This was the shortest time I had ever waited for food in a restaurant, I think. And it had to be the most delicious meal I had ever eaten out.

The atmosphere was good, Harry kept teasing me. And I was blushing under his attention. It almost felt like a date. And I slapped myself mentally at my stupid thoughts.

He had said it himself, it was a welcome. Even though I didn't think he did it for all his employees, I had to stop feeling special. It wasn't a date. And I had get that idea out of my head.

As soon as dessert was about to be served, Harry got a phone call and his entire demeanor changed. His face went from playful to serious in a instant. And his lips that had had a smile playing around them, were now set in a grim line.

"Marco did that? Take the shipment and meet me in my office. Right now." I swallowed a bit. I was not the one he was talking to but I found myself a little scared at his tone.

He did not shout or anything. But he sounded so dominant that I felt like doing whatever he had told the person on the other line to do.

"Iris, I'm sorry. We are going to have to finish with your welcome some other time," he said and I nodded in understanding.

I minded a little at our time being cut short. But it was alright. I had discovered him enough for today and till I died, I think, this day was going to stay in my heart.