Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 3
TITLE: Tall, Dark and Handsome
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 3/?
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 still have no idea what I’m doing.
I had arrived to work bright and early the next day. There was hardly anyone in the office except for Mr. Richardson’s ancient secretary, Margaret, who was already bustling around the small kitchenette, making his coffee. I gave a warm smile to Margaret as I passed along, not wanting to stop for our usual light chat as I was sure she was going to figure out something was wrong about me. I had arrived home yesterday in a complete trance. The whole car ride from the movie theatre to my small flat on the east of London seemed to be like a dream. I had somehow managed to step out of the car, unlock my flat door and proceed to do my normal routine before going to bed all in a daze. It was only until my head physically hit the pillow did the shocking revelation that one of the most powerful men in London knew who I was, kissed me and apparently wanted to have sex with me.
I sat down in my little cubicle, unsure of what to do next. I had already finished the work I was ordered to do yesterday so now I had some few extra minutes before more work would be assigned once Alfred came in. Deciding that fear was getting the better of me, I pulled myself in closer towards the desk on my chair and began searching up why exactly might be the reason I feared him.
Tom Hiddleston Girlfriend.
The number was quite impressive, I thought bitterly to myself. I began navigating through various links that caught my eye. Apparently, his last girlfriend was an American supermodel named Kimberly Knight and they had been reportedly broken up to do timing conflicts and whatnot. However, as I skimmed through more and more of these tabloid websites, other reports claimed Tom was cheating on her with another supermodel who was also Kimberly’s best friend. I was never the one to believe in silly things like these as it was a general rule that one shouldn’t trust tabloids ever but as I clicked the image results, I was blown away by how many pictures of him with other females presumably his girlfriends. All of them were beautiful enough to become models and actresses. They were all so tall, so lean and perfectly well dressed. So why the hell was he interest in me when clearly there were so many beautiful women who were practically lining up the door to date him?
“Good morning!” Alfred said in a cherry mood. I leaped out of my chair, taken aback by his appearance out of thin air. My cheeks flushed red as I quickly exited all the tabs I had opened about Tom, not wanting to seem like I was a total stalker. “I’ve got some news for you…” He said in a low voice, taking off his thin wired glasses and squinting to study the smudge on the lens. Grunting, he wiped it off with his fat hideously patterned tie and smiled back at me. “Would you mind stepping into my office?”
“Yes, no problem.” I hastily got up. What on Earth did I do now? I thought as I entered his medium sized office full of boxes of old files, plastic plants and a moth eaten couch. He closed the door behind him and then walked around to his side of the table, leaving me standing there in the middle of his office, not having the slightest idea what to do.
“Please, sit.” Alfred motioned for me to take a seat in the chair in front of him. Hesitantly, I sat down on the very edge of the seat, spine erected. I never had any serious conversations with Alfred before. If he wanted me to do something, he would either leave a note on my desk or send me a wordy email stating all my instructions for the day. “Since working here, Amelia…We know your value to the company. We appreciate it a lot. In fact, I believe you put in more effort than anyone on this floor, in this building and maybe even in the company…So it’s my deepest apologies that I—”
Panic rose inside me, stealing the very breath out of my lungs. His speech had suddenly gone from heart-warming to sudden regret as his eyebrows furrowed deeper. I can’t lose this job. I can’t lose it.
“Have to transfer you into corporate.”
“Please don’t fire me!” I squeaked, talked right over what he was saying.
“Fire you?” Alfred threw his large head back and laughed, cheeks turning splotchy red and pink. “Why in the world would I fire you when the big guys noticed you and wanted you to work for them?” He chuckled loudly, wiping a tear off his cheek.
“The big guys?” I asked, stomach flipping at his words. Could it be?
“Yes! The big guys…” Alfred stopped laughing, seriousness taking over his face. I always thought he looked sort of like a rhinoceros with his large cheeks, strong jaw and eyes that were separated too far. “The founders really. I was shocked myself this morning when one of them recognized who I was and stopped to talk to me in the elevator. I was rather nervous to say the least. I’ve been working for the company for eight years now and I have never gotten a good foot near one of them but the strangest thing happened. He knew my name and called me to stop to talk to him. Cleared out everyone in the elevator with one look of the eye and suddenly, I was discussing about future plans of expansion and then the topic landed on you. He mentioned he was looking for a hardworking and organized employee. I had told him about you being my life saver on multiple publicity occasions and soon I ended up recommending you to him. He was rather pleased, saying it wasn’t necessary but you can’t really turn down corporate can you? And I thought it would be of your best interest, Amelia. You’re a smart girl. This is an opportunity for you to show your worth to the company.” He smiled proudly to me after he finished as I sat there stock frozen at the complete horror of what just happened.
“By any chance…is the man you’re referring to—” I began, cut off by him.
Even the sound of his name being said by another person had the ability to cause nervous shutters throughout my body. This was like some sort of sick nightmare. One side of me wanted nothing more but to go work under his watchful eye while the other side of me felt to embarrassed and resentment towards him because of what he implied we should do. I was like a moth drawn to a flame, yearning for more but knowing it would be deadly.
“And what if I said no.” I challenged, wincing when Alfred laughed again.
“Why would you ever say no, Amelia?” He asked patronizingly. “This is once in a life time. You have to take the offer.”
“But I enjoy it here!” I spread out my arms for emphasis. “I like working with you and I like working in smaller places. I never asked for that job position so I’m going to easily decline it.”
“Amelia…” Alfred started but I was already out of my chair.
“I’ve made my decision. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go out and grab a coffee before I come back. I need a break.” I said hotly, head held up high in the air. “Sorry.” I apologized for my bold attitude when I saw an appalled expression on my boss’s face. “Would you like some too?”
“Uh…” Alfred shook his head, not knowing what to say about my sudden boldness. “No, I’m fine. It’s alright. Take a break and come back in ten.” He waved me off. I nodded my head, thankful he at least understood even if he didn’t know anything to do with last night.
My fingers went up to the lips just then. They buzzed with nervous energy as I shut the door behind me and I walked towards my cubicle for my wallet. I still remember the taste of his lips on mine, the soft caress of his hands on my lower back and the urgency to feel so much more between us. Cursing loudly underneath my breath, I stalked towards the elevator, not caring that I was reprimanding myself loudly for thinking about him.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” I slapped my hand over my forehead, groaning when more images of him fluttered inside my brain.
“You know, you’re not stupid.” I froze at the sound of his voice. Looking up from the floor, I turned to see who exactly was standing beside me. I should have known. As soon as I stepped inside the elevator, I smelt the familiar scent of oak and cinnamon. I could also feel the air around us turn thick with tension. My eyes met his, causing the very breath inside my lungs to be knocked right out me. They were bluer than I remembered.
“You!” I cried, shoving him with my hands but to me disappointment, the man was built like a statue. He didn’t sway a bit. “Why don’t you just leave me alone? I don’t want to work for you!”
Tom only gave me a rasp chuckle, shaking his head before the playful grin slipped right off his face. “Amelia, I told you last night that I wouldn’t give up.” Leaning in closer, I felt my breath hitch as he pushed the emergency stop button, not retreating once he did. Instead, he cornered me, eyes scanning my face and placed his hands on either side of my head. I gulped, eyes focused on his lips and then to those entrancing eyes. “I’m not giving up. I built this company from the ground up with one of my best friends and our key to success is perseverance. When I have my eye set out on a goal. I achieve it.”
“So, am I just a goal then?” I asked in an annoyed tone, surprised that I could even sputter words out loud when I was near him. “Am I just a game?” I asked with my eyebrows raised when he didn’t answer.
“No.” Tom said quietly, brushing my cheek lightly with his thumb. His eyes softened at the sight of me turning into a deeper shade of scarlet. “You’re not.” He inhaled a deep breath before continuing. “I see something inside you but I don’t know what. You’ve been taking over my mind for far too long now and the only way for it to stop is making you mine.”
“I’m not a piece of meat.” I countered voice softer now. Stepping closer towards me, my back was pressed right up against the wall.
“I never said you were.” Tom breathed, kissing me lightly underneath my ear. His hands were on my hips, drawing me closer against his broad chest. “Work for me and I’ll make it worth your while…” He said, continuing his tantalizing kisses along the crane of my neck.