Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 2
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 2/?
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 have no idea what I’m doing.
The bright lights that lit up the hallway burned my eyes as I followed out the movie theater room we were just sitting in. I could still hear some of the dialogue playing quietly in the background before the door closed with a solid click. He was already walking down the long hallway towards the discreet side entrance doors, not bothering to pay any attention if I was following him. I stopped then, hands tightening around the thin straps of my knock off purse I purchased from a dingy shop near Chinatown. What on Earth was I doing? I reprimanded myself. I was following a stranger to wherever he was going. Did I not learn anything from all those adverts warning children to not follow strangers?
The man seemed to have noticed that I stopped walking because he too, stopped. Turning slowly around on his heels, his heated gaze settled on me causing a hitch in my breath and my heart to flutter wildly. He was too handsome to be true in well-lit place. I had only seen him from before in semi-darkness, shadows playing up his sharp cheekbones and strong jaw. Now, I could see that his eyes were brighter than I could ever imagine, his hair was a golden blond and the rough stubble growing along his jawline. I felt my knees shake when I met his eyes.
“Something the matter?” He asked in a cool tone, slipping his hands into his trouser pockets.
I raised my chin; nose pointed in the air and looked him dead in the eye. No matter how nervous and intimidated I was, I wasn’t going to allow him to know it. “I’ve made a mistake. I don’t know who you are and I have no idea why I followed you out here. I’m going back.” I said defiantly, noticing my words came out clipped and curt. I swivelled around and was about to begin walking back towards the room I just left when his voice stopped me cold.
“I’m sure, you know me more than you think.” He said calmly. “Who do you work for?” I gasped when he asked me, lips pressed against the hollow of my ear. He must have closed the distance when I turned around without me knowing. His hands squeezing my arms, I felt myself completely surrender to his touch.
“It’s not any of your business.” I said, voice shaking.
“Humour me.” He breathed. Pushing my hair off to one side, his lips lightly skirted against my warm flesh. I felt the little hairs behind my neck rise as I cocked my head to one side so the length of my exposed neck was for his tantalizing lips.
“Hiddleston & Baker.” I heard myself reply, naming one of London’s biggest advertising agencies. I was only a mere secretary for one of the firm’s talented senior managers but I still took pride in the work I had to complete for the company. The workload was unbearable sometimes but the pay was good. I longed for when I finally saved enough money to go back to university to study the wonderful world of marketing. No more making coffee, typing up memos and occasionally, picking up dry cleaning for my boss, Alfred Turner.
“And do you know of…” He drawled, lips still pressed against the crane of my neck. “Mr.Hiddleston?” He murmured against my ear. I couldn’t help but hear the amusement in his voice as he said one of two founders of the agency.
Bits and pieces of hushed conversations describing the talented mogul flickered into my mind as I tried to remember anything about him. It was funny because as a secretary, I was often pushed to write company brochures about everything from the founders to the mere printing presses. But after writing the tenth brochure regarding his background, he had started to become almost like a fictional character for me. Born and raised in London, he showed his intelligence when he graduated top of his class every year and went off to one of the most prestigious universities Europe had to offer. He even found time to raise money for charities and play sports like rugby and tennis during his studies. Although the brochures had everything to do with him, I was only responsible for writing the blurbs of his background while the printers took care of photo management. I hadn’t actually met the man as of yet and there weren’t any posters or pictures of him littering the office so I still didn’t know how he looked like. However, judging how the females in the office practically swoon at the call of his name, I had gotten the impression that he was very handsome indeed.
Swallowing the hard lump inside my throat, I pulled myself out of my web of thoughts and returned my attention back to his question. “He’s one of the founders but I don’t know him.”
“And what if I told you that your answer has now just changed?” My heart stopped still as I slowly registered what he meant. I turned around, feeling as if my world was a snow globe and someone had just shaken it, allowing chaos to follow as the snowflakes fluttered down.
“You’re Tom Hiddleston?” I gulped, cheeks flaming red.
A small grin spread his lips as he looked bashfully down at the floor then back up to me told me it was true.
“But how do you know me?” I asked. I was nobody. I was possibly one of the lowest ranked employees in the company structure. Alfred probably didn’t even know my name if I were to ask him right now.
“I know all of my employees.” The stranger now known as Tom said. His grin has slipped off his face now as his light blue eyes seemed to darken into a deeper shade.
“All one thousand of them?” I asked curiously. Hiddleston & Baker was a large company with clients all over the world which in return required a lot of employees to keep it running efficiently and effectively. There was no way he could possibly remember everyone’s name no matter how intelligent or successful he was.
“Only the ones that matter, Amelia Hart.” Tom said in a voice smooth as silk.
I blinked; shocked that he even knew my last name. “I don’t understand. Why do I matter? I’m only a secretary. I don’t do anything spectacular. I’m not anything spectacular. And I surely as hell am not as brilliant as my other colleagues. So why me?”
“Is that what you think of yourself?” Tom stepped closer towards me, brows furrowed. A finger hooking my chin, he tilted my head up so my eyes met his concerned ones. “It makes me sad that you don’t see yourself the way others see you.” My cheeked flamed at his words. What was going on about? I knew exactly who I was. I was another average girl with nothing special about her. I had an average looking face with an averaging looking body. I’ve always thought that keeping my head down and doing the work that was given to me was the way to go on about life but now as I stand here, letting his words sink in, my beliefs were beginning to falter.
“And what exactly do you see?” I asked, voice hitched, anticipating his long awaited answer.
“Someone worth noticing.” He simply stated, sending my heart soaring from his simple words. “Now, am I going to have to drag you out like a child being told off by her parents or are you going to follow me?” Tom challenged me in a stern tone. I could tell by his locked jaw that he was having enough of the mindless chatter we were currently engaged in. Feeling entranced like how I was back in the darkened movie theatre room, I once again allowed him to lead the way down the hall, towards the exit. Tom opened the doors for me, hand on the small of my back. A black sleek Mercedez-Benz was parked in front. Drawing one of the doors open for me to step in, I looked back at him and then inside where warm buttery soft leather seats awaited for me.
“Wait.” I said, panic taking over me. The cold air whipped against my exposed flesh as my jacket still draped limply on my arms. “Where are we going? And better yet, what are we doing?”
Stepping closer towards me, I backed up until I felt the side of the car stop me from retreating any further. I gulped as he continued studying me with his electric blue eyes. Not letting his eyes leave me for a second, he slipped out of his heavy wool coat and draped it around my shoulders, stopping the relentless chilly weather from attacking me. I inhaled deeply, smelling the richness of his cologne lingering on the rough fabric. The heat that radiated off of his body clung to the coat, warming me instantly from it. Leaning in, I looked over his shoulder at the glowing movie theatre sign as he whispered hoarsely.
“I’ve waited patiently, Amelia.” He placed his hands on each side of my hips, stopping me from moving away from him. Pulling me up against him, my small hands were on his chest, ready to push him away if things were to go heated too quickly. “And I don’t plan on waiting anymore.” Before I could give a clever retort, he silenced me by kissing me with more passion than I ever felt. Cupping a side of my cheek, he deepened the kiss to his liking, taking control of everything. I sighed against his lips, surprised that he tasted better than what I imagined. Spicy and sweet like mint gum, I longed for more of him as my hands ran through his hair, pulling him downer towards my petite height. The sound of his low groan in my ear only made me want more of nothing but pleasuring him. Reality seemed to hit me like a bag of bricks when I suddenly remembered he was my boss and we were in public. For some reason, the thought of kissing someone in public seemed to cause me more distress than the very fact that he was my boss. Pushing him away, I inhaled deeply, taking in the clean scent of the night time air. Looking at me with a confused expression, I shook my head, not knowing what came over me.
“Sorry. I can’t-” I began to walk away from him when he grabbed my hand again, spinning me around and causing me to crash against his chest once again. Tom held me tightly in his arms, not letting me go anywhere. I wiggled against him, ready to fight when I did the mistake of looking into those eyes once again. “Let me go.” I said as firmly as possible.
“Only if you tell me you don’t like this.” Tom replied, kissing me gently on the corner of my lips. Looking at him through heavy lids, I weakened at his equally phased look.
“I don’t.” I lied, biting my lower lip.
“You’re lying.” He countered, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “And will you please stop doing that?” Tom snapped, gritting his teeth.
“Doing what?” I asked innocently, not having a clue at where he was going at.
“Biting your lip.” Tom stated simply through gritted teeth. “It was one of the many reasons I had to drag you out of here in the first place.”
“Oh.” I blinked. I hadn’t even noticed I was doing it. It was always a bad habit of mine. “Well, either way…” I stood my ground, beginning to shrug his jacket off of me when his staggering figure hovered over me again. “I’m not going to follow you in a car going God only knows where just because you asked.”
Taking one step away from me, he flashed me a proud smile on his face. “You’re difficult. I like that. But I’m not going to give up so easily, Amelia. I’m going to do whatever it takes and before you know it, you’ll be begging for me.” Rapping on the window with his knuckles, a bald headed man popped out of the car and looked at Tom with an inquiring look.
“Please take Miss. Amelia back to her apartment.” He said, not taking his eyes off of mine. “See that she is safe.”
I couldn’t even complain about how unnecessary it was for him to ask his driver to take me home before he pushed me into the warm car with his jacket still draped over my shoulders.
“Have a good night, Amelia.” Tom bent down, studying my face. “I’ll see you again soon.”
With a slam of the door, the car began pulling away.