CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 4/?
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. You would think by now I would know what i’m doing but clearly I do not. Thank you for reading. I love you all.
“Sir?” Tom and I both turned our attention to the speaker above the panel full of buttons indicating for each floor in the building. Not letting go of my hips, he gritted his teeth and replied.
“Yes?” His voice came out clipped and controlled.
“Your elevator seems to have stopped. We’re looking to repair it as we speak.” The man speaking through the speakers voice shook as if he was standing in the very cart we were in and Tom was looking down at him with the same burning gaze he was currently fixating his eyes on me.
“No need to rush.” Tom backed away, hand rubbing harshly against his jaw. It must have dawned on him that through the security cameras located in every corner of the elevator was am overweight, balding and low self-esteemed middle aged man looking at both of us interact in the cramped space. I breathed for the first time inside the elevator, back still pressed against the cool metal walls. Reaching across my body, he jabbed the button causing the cart to give a stuttering jolt before the elevator presumed its normal course of route.
“It seems to be working now.” The man added dumbly.
“Yes, thank you. I’ve realized that.” Rolling his eyes, Tom turned his attention back to me, adding quietly. “When we are…” He took my hand, kissing my knuckles while still keeping his eyes locked on mine. “In private…You will be mine and all mine.” Just then the heavy steel doors parted to an empty floor. Leaving me standing there with my mouth slightly hanging open, he walked out and turned around to give me his signature wicked grin that reassured me everything he had just promised he fully intended to carry out. I gulped when the doors closed, hands gripping for the side railings to steady myself. My knees were still wobbling by the time I reached ground floor. As soon as the doors opened, I pushed past the masses of people cluttering by the banks of elevators and rushed towards the main revolving entrance doors. The sun hit my eyes, blinding me completely for a few seconds before a giant gust of welcoming cool air blew its weight against my body.
I breathed deeply, completely shaken at the thought that a man like him would ever want anything to do with me let alone sexually.
I stayed late that night. I was sweating bullets every time the bell above the elevator would ping—alerting a new guest—as I was afraid he would swing by my office and corner me, demanding for me. With the possibility of him dropping by any second, my mind ran off to faraway places, wondering about whether if he felt the same buzzing electricity passing between us whenever we were near or what else was he willing to do if I avoided him any further. By the time five o’clock had come around, everyone had already packed their bags and left, happy to return home to their loved ones who were probably waiting for them. Upon leaving, Alfred had stopped by my desk, a sympathetic expression on his face as he fiddled with the tie around his neck.
“Here.” I stood up from my chair, leaned over and tried to undo the tight knot someone must have done for him this morning.
“Thank you.” Alfred blushed; looking down at the pattern of his tie like it was the bane of his existence. “My daughter bought this for me for my birthday and insisted on tying it for me this morning. She’s fourteen. She thinks she’s going to be some major fashion designer when she grows up.” He shrugged a small smile on his lips. “What’s a father to do but support his children?”
“Right.” I twirled my pen awkwardly between my fingers, not sure what to say. Growing up, I never had a father figure to love me like the way I was sure Alfred loved her daughter. It was just me and my mother. I looked down at the staggering pile of files that have yet been filed due to being distracted by a certain someone who had mesmerizing blue eyes and the softest lips I’ve ever kissed unable to meet my boss’s chocolate brown eyes.
“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider the position?” Alfred asked timidly, gentler now, breaking through my thoughts. “I only want the best for you but if you’re comfortable…”
I nibbled on my lower lip, not sure how to feel. I knew it would look absolutely spectacular on my resume seeing I was a secretary for one of the most important people in the business sector today but at what cost? I barely knew the man! Sure, I knew all about his credentials, his education and the net figures he earns each year yet I can’t dare to imagine doing anything with him in the way he suggests even if all I want is to have him kiss and touch me like he already does.
“I’ll have to think about it.” I give a forced tight lipped smile that Alfred didn’t seem to recognize. He beamed back at me, giving me a hug over my desk.
“I shall await your answer tomorrow morning.” He winked, walking out of the office doors.
The little clock on the bottom right hand side of my monitor flickered to midnight. The cleaners had already come and gone around ten o’clock, flashing sympathetic smiles at me, no doubt thinking I was the poor intern who was stuck at work trying to prove her worth to the company. Sighing, I dropped my pen and grabbed a couple of files I needed to look over on the tube and swung my purse over my shoulder, admitting defeat. The elevator down was quieter than the one I had previously. The gentle hum of the engine whirling above and below me filled my ears, becoming a soundtrack to my thoughts running inside my head. Once I was outside the prettiest and not to mention the tallest building in central London, I felt the full impact of early spring weather hit me. I shivered as I hugged my arms across my chest, desperately trying to conserve heat as I walked quickly towards the closest tube station. A honk followed by blazing car lights pointing in my direction stopped me in my tracks. I raised a hand over my face to block somewhat of the light when I recognized it was the same man who drove me home the very time Tom and I met at the movie theatre. I couldn’t help but grind my teeth in frustration. This man was relentless.
I waved my hand, signalling for him to leave and turned around, continuing my quick pace towards the station. The car slowly drove beside me, matching my pace. I whipped my head around, waving frantically for him to leave me alone when the car sped up and drew to a sharp halt. The back door popped open.
“Get in.” I heard his voice even through the whipping winds coursing through the empty streets. Once I was beside the car, I bent down to look at the immaculate man sitting in the car, beckoning me to slide in beside him.
“No.” I hissed, clutching onto the straps out my bag. “I told you this and I’ll tell you again. I don’t know you and I’m not that kind of girl!”
I slammed the door with greater force than I intended to and walked away in a mad rush. The heat from the anger bubbling inside my stomach like lava spilling over a volcano was enough to keep me warm now. Before I could turn around the corner to another major street that was now chillingly empty, a hand caught my elbow and spun me around till I was faced in front of the six foot two man who seemed to be made of pure sexual energy. I flung my arm frantically, trying to loosen his grip but his narrowing eyes stopped me still.
“I’m no longer caring whether you want to admit that you’re just as attracted to me as I am with you.” Tom said through gritted teeth. His jaw was locked causing his sharp cheekbones to poke through his lightly tanned flesh. He looked even more handsome when he was angry. “Right now.” He squeezed my elbow in his hand till the point I winced. I swallowed the lump growing inside my throat, not knowing what to do if he ever got violent with me. “I only care about your safety.” At that time a loud animalistic yell filled the silent night. A few cans were thrown across the streets, hitting some parked cars and more grunting was soon heard next. Looking over my shoulder, I looked at a homeless man who was growling angrily in the night, wielding what looked to be a broken broom he must have found in one of the many dumpsters he’s been diving. This time when Tom pulled me to follow him, I followed without hesitation.
He allowed me to slide in first. Checking over his shoulder before he closed the door behind him, his eyes were focused on whatever he was staring at as his index finger ran along his lower lip. I could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. The once spacious luxury car soon felt similar to the cramped elevator I was stuck in this morning. However, unlike the tension experienced in the morning, the tension now was something I did not like. The car lurched forward, driving speedily down the streets, passing the homeless man who was now cursing the skies above him. From the corner of my eye I could see Tom’s hand on his knee tightened, knuckles turning white from the grip.
I didn’t dare say anything. I was still shaken from the possibility of me running into a deranged man and having nothing to defend myself with if something were to happen and from Tom being so…angry. I flinched in my seat when he reached over to grab my hand, pulling away just in time. I immediately regretted my decision when I saw his face fall, crumbling into a hurt mess and then tightening back to the same smouldering gaze he always had. I realized now it was his protective wall. A brave face to show everyone who ever dared hurt him.
“I am sorry.” Tom said after a long pause. “I didn’t mean to hurt you back there.” He continued, sighing and running a hand through his hair in frustration. “It’s just that…Believe it or not…I care. A lot. About. You.” He said each word as if it physically hurt him to admit something like this. “I don’t know what has gotten over me these past few days but ever since I saw you at the restaurant, I can’t stop thinking about you. And when I saw that you hadn’t left the office yet, I wondered how you were going to get home at this hour. I was…worried. I knew the streets could be dangerous and I apologize for holding you tighter than I intended to but when you didn’t see the danger literally standing in front of you and rejected my ride, I had to do whatever it took to ensure your safety.”
“It wasn’t that you hurt me.” I said in a voice that was barely a whisper. I rubbed my elbow without thinking about it, remembering the flash of anger in his eyes back there. “I just never saw you…that angry before.”
This time when he tipped my head back with his chin, I allowed him to touch me. His eyes turned to a lighter shade of blue underneath the light seeping through the car as we passed by winding streets lined with streetlamps. “I get protective of things…I like.”
I shook my head, releasing his fingers from my chin. Shutting my eyes tightly so I wouldn’t get distracted by the look he always gave me, I licked my lips. “Stop it. Just stop it. This is becoming unbearable. I don’t know you, Tom! Whatever we’re doing is not real because we barely know each other. When are you going to see that?”
“When are you going to realize I own up to every word I say and I’ll do whatever it takes?” Tom said, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. “What do I have to do in order for you to see this? You said we don’t know each other so does that mean you want me to take you out on a date?”
I snorted, folding my arms across my chest. “Is that how you normally ask your long list of girlfriends out on dates?”
His eyes narrowed, a flicker of understanding passed his face.
“You’ve been researching.” Tom said in an amused tone.
“Only a little.” I rubbed my nose, looking away as my cheeks blushed a fiery shade.
“You know…” He unclipped his seatbelt, scooting in the seat till his thigh was pressed alongside mine. “I’m not as bad as I seem.” He smiled, raining kisses down the nape of my neck. Pulling my cardigan down to reveal the thin strap of my dress, he continued his delicious kisses. I moaned, breathing in deeply his spicy cologne. “So, what do you say? A date? And after that if you’re not happy…I’ll leave you alone. Only on one condition… You work for me starting tomorrow until you decide you’re not happy.”
He said in a low voice, lips trailing up along my jaw. I yelped when he nipped the bottom of my lip. Peering through my eyelashes, I nodded my head, agreeing to our engagement.