CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 1/?
AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Tom / Business Man
GENRE: romance / erotica
FIC SUMMARY: Twenty four year old Amelia Hart has never had a boyfriend before. Not wanting to step outside of her comfort zone, she rarely starts conversations with the opposite sex and makes little to no effort in correcting her single status. However, what she did not plan was meeting a man who manages to steal her breath away at every look. A man who does not stop until he gets what he wants. And the one thing he only wants right now just so happens to be her.
RATING FOR THE WHOLE FIC: M
Author’s notes: comments would be lovely. I’m leaning towards two parts but I don’t know yet.
“Remember when she fell down right in front of everyone in that hideous dress of hers?” Sherry, snorted with laughter. The almost finished glass of wine in her hand threatened to spill as she leaned far back in her bar stool, throwing her head back and laughing.
“Oh god,” I fanned myself with on hand and downed the last bits of the sweet red wine we had chosen for our special girl’s night evening. My face was growing hotter from all the excitement rallied up by past memories of evil coworkers embarrassing themselves in company events. “I remember I thanked everything holy after she fell and the backside of her dress spilt right open.” I giggled, wiping the tears around my eyes with my index finger. It was finally Friday. After a whole week of tedious meetings, horrible encounters with managers and emails the length of the bible, I was finally free to enjoy myself with a nice tall glass of red and spend the night with my best friend.
Outside the rain had begun to pour down at a steadily rate but it didn’t affect the atmosphere inside the small Italian bistro we had chosen at last minute. The room was packed with couples, serious looking businessmen and generally, lots of people like us who wanted to finally let loose after a tiring week. It was starting to become a ritual for Sherry and me for every Friday to pick a new trendy restaurant and try out their yummiest of wines before crashing into the movie theatres. a bit tipsy and loopy. Licking my lips, I finished the last of my laughter when I felt a set of eyes on me. The hair on the back of my neck rose as I looked beyond my curly red head bombshell to a tall man standing near the door, waiting to be seated. Although his phone was in his hand, he paid no attention to it as his cobalt blue eyes met mine in that minute I looked up, sending shivers to run down my back.
His dirty blond hair was slightly dampened by rain, making him look cute like a little boy than his sparkling eyes did. But his sharp cheekbones, strong nose and solid jaw said otherwise as he looked every inch of a man and could easily be the most attractive man inside this very restaurant. The phone inside his hand lit up as an incoming call rang through. Pressing the phone against his ear, his eyes never left mine until a flash of what seemed to be disappointment crossed his face, looking down towards the stained carpet.
“My, he’s cute.” Sherry noted, voice cherry and full of teasing. She licked her lips, brushed back some unruly curls behind her ear and batted her eyelashes towards me when I finally pulled my eyes off of the man and looked back at her. My face instantly grew hotter by a few degrees when I realized I had stared long enough for her to notice.
“He is.” I looked down at my now empty wine glass, settling it back onto the glossy bar table and then back towards the location where he stood. Disappointment filled me when I only saw the back of his head, walking out of the restaurant and into the early night.
“You know, Amelia, you should have gone up to him when you had the chance.” She lectured, sipping on the last bits of her wine before setting her empty glass right down beside mine. “You’re always so shy. There are so many cute guys around us and you never seem to make any effort to get to know any of them.”
“It’s not as easy as you think.” I said in a dismissive tone. I didn’t want to get into this conversation again. Ever since Sherry found out that I hadn’t had a boyfriend ever before in my short twenty four years of age, she had been relentless on getting me to me find a guy and hook up with him for fun. I blushed at the immediate thought of me actually approaching a man and cozying up to him in hopes of getting a number. I just could never see myself being so bold and brave, putting myself outside of my comfort zone.
“Sure it is!” Sherry cried, slapping a hand over her red lipstick painted mouth as soon as she realized how loud she was. “I mean, honestly, when are you going to understand that men are not going to be flocking to you. You have to put up a front for them to see that you’re single, attractive and ready for some fun. All you have to do is talk to one of them and decide if you’re interested. If you’re not, move on and if you are, stay.” She said triumphantly with lit up eyes.
“That’s really great advice but I’m not interested in meeting someone right now.” I ran a finger along the circular edge of the glass, not daring to meet my friend’s eyes in fear she would know I was indeed lying. “Anyways, we better get going to the movie.” I added hastily, throwing down a couple of folded bills down onto the bar to cover our drinks and hopped off the stool I was sitting on.
“We always watch a movie.” She complained, eyes already scanning the room. She looked like a predator in the night, searching for fresh prey to attack on. “What about we stay here tonight and find you a nice looking man. Heck! Maybe, I’ll find one myself.” Her emerald green eyes landed on a dark haired man dressed in a suit that could possibly be more than my rent for three month, tucked away in the corner.
“I don’t want to.” I slipped into my winter coat, groaning at the horrendous weather outside. With the rain coming down hard and heavy, a chill ran through the streets as strong winds gushed along with the storm causing any bare flesh exposed to freeze. “But if you want to stay…” I said hesitantly, noticing the pleading in her doe eyes to know when she really was interested. “I can go by myself.” I threw my handbag over my shoulder and brought her into an awkward hug.
“One day, I’m going to break your shell.” She whispered into my ear causing me to chuckle at her perseverance.
“I don’t think so.” I laughed, tossing my hair to one side as I left Sherry behind in the crowded bistro. I shook my head, smiling, when I saw she was already halfway there to where the dark haired man sat through the window. A pang of regret filled my stomach as I questioned whether I should have stayed or not. “No.” I said silently as I realized I didn’t need to push myself too quickly if I wasn’t comfortable with it. One step of the time would be best. Feeling a bit better, I continued my short walk down to a local movie theatre tucked away in a quiet neighbourhood of quaint undiscovered restaurants. The prices were unbearably cheap and the fact that only a handful of people knew about it seemed to make the experience of losing myself for two hours or so, so much better. The golden lights from the large sign in front of the theatre brought a sense of calm to wash over me as I opened the door, hit with the smell of buttery hot popcorn. My mouth was watering to stuff my face with popcorn by the time I ordered my ticket to a film I had been dying to see ever since it had been released but had not have to the chance to watch as of yet. A large bag of processed corn tucked in the crook of my arm and the ticket in hand, I felt my muscles relax when I was directed into a semi-darkened movie theatre. Although it was Friday, there were still not a lot of people inside the room. Sitting down near the centre, I munched on my snack as I answered movie trivia they played on screens right before the previews. I smirked to myself when I had gotten all of them right, even throwing a sad chuckle for the creators of these questions who thought they were brilliant for creating them.
The lights began to slowly dim, darkness soon falling over us like a blanket. A gentle hush over the audience was heard as the first of the few previews began showing. A squeak of a chair, a deep low groan and the sound of a zipper being pulled down was heard from beside me when a man sat down in the empty seat next to mine. But why would he sit there out of the empty available seats throughout the room? I wandered; annoyed that I couldn’t have the freedom I had before to murmur comments underneath my breath during the film. Not wanting to be rude, I took an inconspicuous glance to the man sitting beside me and went stock still when his cobalt blue eyes met mine.
I immediately sat up straighter, feeling tighter around all muscles in my body. My back was straighter than it ever been, ridged and hard as I tried to keep my eyes focusing on what the screen was playing in front of me but inside my head, I was a complete mess. How in the world did we end up watching the same movie in the same movie theatre? I chewed my lower lip nervously, muffling a slight gasp when he shifted his long lean legs in his chair. A deep grunt came through his lips and into my ears as he finished making himself comfortable. My stomach tightened, coiling as I imagined him pressing his lips against my ear…
I shook my head, cursing myself to let my brain run off in such a manner. Like he would ever be interested in me, I thought glumly to myself as the previews ended and the feature film was beginning. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the film, my mind and body said otherwise. Instead of recognizing plot, analysing characters and enjoying the overall film, my mind and body were attuned to every shift and movement the man next to me did.
“Sorry.” He mumbled in a low voice when his elbow brushed against my arm resting on my hand rest.
“It’s alright.” I managed to sputter out before the time in between grew too far apart and therefore, making it more awkward than it was.
And then it happened again. Except this time, he bumped into my elbow; he didn’t make the effort to remove his elbow or to apologize. Instead, he shifted in his seat into an angle position so that his thigh came dangerously near towards mine. I felt hot flashes shoot through my entire body when I felt his warmth radiating through his dark coloured suit trousers press against my pant suit covered leg. I had stopped eating the popcorn long ago; leaving it cool on the floor I placed it on. If I hadn’t done so, I would have never had the chance to smell the rich pine oak scent of his cologne. I breathed in deeply, willing to inhale more of it so I could remember such a delicious smell.
“Come with me.” I almost shot out of my seat from the near surprise of his voice so close to my ear. I looked at him with a wide eyed gaze when he got off his seat and gathered his coat. I sat motionless—where I was—not sure if I should or not. I knew I shouldn’t follow a complete stranger to anywhere but something about the commanding tone in his voice persuade me to think otherwise. When I still hadn’t moved, he stopped at the edge of the aisles, eyes trained on me, daring to see if I would disobey him.
I felt like a complete zombie as I gathered my purse and coat, leaving the fattening popcorn on the floor. Something told me I wouldn’t need a snack for where I was going.