(No Control - 8. Kiss You)

"Sure, why not," she says and I inwardly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Great! I'll call my driver and get him to come and get us." I quickly call Paul before she can change her mind, and ask him to bring me a clean black shirt. "He'll be about 15 minutes," I tell her when I hang up. "Come on, let's grab a quick drink in the kitchen."

"I'll be on the floor!" she says with a trace of innocence, but my dirty mind goes into overdrive. I can't help raising an eyebrow at her flirtily and she acknowledges it with a cheeky smile. There is no one in the kitchen when we walk in, and I walk over to the drinks selection.

"Shot?" I suggest, holding up a bottle of Jagermeister and praying she isn't going to insist on another cocktail. She'll definitely blow me out if I attempt another concoction.

She pulls a face. "Gross! That stuff tastes like cough medicine!"

"Well what then?"

Please don't say a cocktail.

She comes and stands next to me, looking at the bottles and I get a waft of her perfume. My heart skips a beat. "Cherry brandy?" she suggests.

"That's a girl's drink!" I pout, but I'm so relieved she doesn't want a cocktail that I'm not really bothered.

"I don't really like shots," she says.

"Go on then," I nod.

"That took a lot of persuasion," she teases.

I laugh, feeling giddy. "You're a cheeky one aren't you!"

"Sometimes," she winks.

Right, that's it, she is definitely flirting and I am definitely making a move on her before we leave this house.

We each down a shot of cherry brandy and it's fucking rank. I pull a face involuntarily, but so does she, and we laugh simultaneously. "Another?" I suggest, but I'm hoping she'll choose something different.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr Styles?" she says, pretending to be outraged.

"That is a completely unfounded accusation which I resent deeply," I tease. But yes, actually I am. Not in a creepy way though.

"Yeah right," she shoots at me. "You may have an angelic face but that's as far as it goes." She gives me a defiant look and I feel like she's waiting to see how I respond.

I maintain eye contact and take a step towards her, my heart rate increasing slightly. I hope again that I'm not reading this wrong. I really don't think I am. "I have an angelic face, huh?"

"Apparently. Most of the female population seem to think so." Damn she's so casual. She's not giving an inch.

Come on Jess, give me a clue. I don't want to make a dick out of myself.

"And what about you?" I ask.

"What about me?" she says coyly. She's not making this easy for me. My heart's pounding now. This is intense.

"Do you think I have an angelic face?" I ask her slowly, leaning closer to her almost without realising. She's like a magnet, drawing me in.

"I think you're hot," she says, and damn it, she drops her gaze to my lips.

She just said I'm hot. SHE JUST SAID I'M HOT! I want to punch the air with my fist. 

I smile at her and she looks up into my eyes. This is defintely a come-on. I can't be misinterpreting these looks.

I'm going for it.

I put my hand gently on her back and guide her towards me. Her hips touch mine and I feel a jolt shoot through my stomach and into my pants. She puts her small hand on my waist and looks up at me and I'm just starting to lean in for the kill when the kitchen door opens. Jess jumps back from me and turns away and I silently curse these two idiots who have just interrupted some of my best moves.

It's a guy and a girl, neither of whom I recognise, but the girl seems to recognise me and smiles. I force a smile back and step towards Jess to put my hand on her back again, but her whole posture has changed and I pull my hand away nervously. Did I push things too far? I could have sworn she was up for a kiss just then.

She pours herself a glass of water and offers me one but I decline. I don't want a glass of water, I want to get back to what we were just doing.

The guy and girl grab some beers, and the girl asks me for a selfie. I agree, only to get rid of them quicker. I hope Jess isn't pissed off, but she's playing on her phone and isn't paying any attention to me. What if she's lost interest?

They walk out of the kitchen and shut the door behind them, leaving us alone again. "So the car will be here in a minute," I remind her. "The driver is bringing me another shirt, since you ruined this one, so I'll change on the way."

"What, change in the car?" She looks unsure about this.

"Yeah, unless you wanna come back to mine?" I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. I don't expect her to say yes, but I can hope.

"I am definitely not going back to yours!" she laughs. She puts her hand on my chest and playfully pushes me, and the feel of her fingers on my bare skin sends a tingle to my lower region.

"Why not?" I ask, genuinely wanting to know.

"I'm a good girl," she says. "I don't do things like that. Not even with Harry Styles."

I can't help but smirk at her words. "Now who's pretending to be angelic? I'm getting confused by these different signs."

"What signs?" she asks, her brow furrowed.

Oh come on. Don't tell me you haven't been flirting with me tonight.

"Y'know... the signs." I repeat.

She looks at me with the same confused look.

Seriously? She's going to make me explain myself? I swear she's doing this on purpose. What am I supposed to say - 'I'm confused because one minute you're giving me fuck-me eyes and the next you're giving me fuck-off eyes'?"

I search my brain for a comparison to make this less humiliating. "OK well, like, you know when you're driving along a road on your way somewhere, and you rely on the road signs to show you the right way to go?"

"Not if you have a Sat Nav," she says.

Wow. Still not giving an inch.

"Well sometimes a Sat Nav can take the fun out of things," I say, smiling at her and trying to convey the message I don't want to say out loud.

Come on Jess, get the hint. Are you into me or not?

"OK..." she says slowly. "So you prefer road signs on a journey?"

"Definitely," I nod. "And sometimes you're driving along and all the signs are there, telling you you're on the right track, but then they just disappear and you're left thinking you made a wrong turn somewhere."

"I see," she says. 

Do you though, Jess??

"Couldn't you just ask your passenger for directions?" she asks coyly. She's smiling now. She's onto it. Finally.

I smile back sheepishly. "That would just be embarrassing."

"True, but sometimes guys can be so pigheaded about asking for directions," she grins.

"But we wouldn't have to if the signs didn't keep disappearing," I argue.

She appears to contemplate this for a moment before answering. "OK, maybe the signs haven't completely disappeared. Maybe they're still there, but.... I dunno, they got taken down temporarily. Maybe they're not intended for everyone to see."

Ok I really don't get what she's saying. Are we on the same page here or not?

"I don't follow?" I say, feeling a bit stupid now.

"Well, maybe a lot of people might be too interested in where you're going," she explains. "And it's no one else's business really, is it? If you want to go somewhere, with someone, well then that's up to the two of you. It shouldn't be broadcast for the world to see, or hear, or post on Twitter."

Oh my God. Is she saying what I think she's saying? That she is into me, but she's worried about people seeing us and it getting broadcast publicly? That would explain why she's been blowing hot and cold with me all evening - she's fine when no one else is around. I need to get this straight. 

"So you're saying these signs... road signs, obviously..," I begin.

("Obviously," she mutters.)

"...these road signs... they're for my eyes only? And when other people are around they're not visible because... because it's no one else's business where we're going?"

"Exactly," she says, and she looks pleased with herself.

I'm fucking pleased with her too. I never expected her to even consider stuff like this. It's usually my job to worry about what I say and do, no one else's. But I have a strange feeling that this girl has got my back. It gives me a tingle in my stomach that I can't explain.

I'm aware I haven't said anything for an uncomfortably long time, and I'm also staring at her gormlessly. I snap my mouth shut and survey the empty kitchen, smiling. My heart rate quickens.

"So... there's no one here right now," I say, and my voice sounds a bit like I've just sucked helium. Thankfully she doesn't seem to notice. Or she likes guys that sound like chipmunks.

"Yep, looks like its just you and I," she says.

Oh my God was that a deliberate reference to One Direction? Judging by the colour her face has just gone, I'm guessing not. I smile at her embarrassment.

"Oh God," she groans. "No pun intended. I'm really not that corny."

"I believe you."

This is it now. If anyone interrupts us again I'm going to start throwing things.

Jess is still holding her glass of water and I take it from her and put it down on the counter. I move so I am standing right in front of her, screw my courage up and place my hands on her hips. My lips are suddenly dry and I run my tongue over them nervously. She looks up at me and for a second I think she's going to kiss me first but she just looks at me, waiting, and watching me intently. Third time lucky.

Here we go.

"So it turns out I'm not that great at reading signs," I murmur, my heart thumping.

"I find that hard to believe," she murmurs back, cool as a cucumber.

"Can you point me in the right direction?" I ask.

No comments about my choice of words, please.

My head's doing that thing again where it gravitates towards hers, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

"Just follow your instincts and you'll be fine," she whispers, closing her eyes.

No going back now.

I press my lips onto hers and instantly I feel the chemistry between us ignite. I can't help pulling her hips towards mine and I slip my tongue in her mouth. I can taste that shot of cherry brandy but instead of making me gag like it did a minute ago it tastes absolutely fucking delicious. My lips are burning, and the feeling spreads into my chest and down into my stomach and... well I'd like to tell you it stopped there but come on. I'm a guy and she's hot. I can't help nature.

She puts her hands on my forearms and her touch makes me want her even more. I kiss her harder, squeezing my hands into fists as I try to control my desire, and she responds by squeezing my arms gently. I slip my arm around her and pull her body to mine - I need to know how she feels against me. She feels fucking incredible. I need to calm down.

I break the kiss and then give her another quick peck before pulling back to look at her face. I'm pleased to see she finally looks rattled. I grin, mentally high-fiving myself.

"So did I make a wrong turn?" I tease her.

She shakes her head and I note her skin is flushed and her eyes look a bit wild. Thank God it's not just me.

I'm trying to think up something incredibly cool and witty to say when my phone starts to ring. It's Paul, and he's outside waiting for us. I look over at Jess. "The car's here - are you ready?"

She makes some sort of squeaky noise which I take to be a yes, and I chuckle at her. How can someone be hot and cute at the same time? I haven't a clue, but somehow she's managing it.

"Come on, let's get out of here," I say, my breathing beginning to return to normal. "Back to mine, then?" I try, but she just laughs.

"I already told you, I am not that kind of girl." Shame for me.

"OK, to a club then?" I say. "I know a great place we can go, and you won't have to worry about being seen. It's very discreet."

I need some more of those kisses, please. I don't mind where they happen, as long as they happen.

She nods, and I slip my hand into hers and we walk to the front door. I open it for her and let her go in front of me as we walk down the path towards my car. I jog ahead to open the door for her, and watch as she gracefully slides onto the back seat.

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