Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 5
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 5/?
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: Why hello there readers! Thank you all so much for reading and liking the past few chapters. This chapter is starting to become a little bit more…sexy than what we’ve seen so far. I promise around the next chapter something would happen! Please do tell me what you think as I really don’t know what I’m doing. Thank you for all the support I’ve been getting! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
I heard the soft rasp of his chuckle in my ear when he realized I had agreed to his proposition. He soon grew impatient to the angle we were sitting beside each other. Wanting better access to my lips, his hand slid to one of my hips and another slipped underneath my other leg, hoisting me up until I was straddling him in the backseat of the steadily moving car. My hands resting on his broad shoulders, I gripped tightly to the soft fabric of his expensive suit, looking down into flaring blue eyes full with lust. Lust for me. Swallowing the hard lump growing in my throat, I felt my cheeks burn up a few more degrees. In a controlled and steady voice, he looked slightly over my shoulder and said, “Roll up the windows.”
A soft click followed by humming filled the electric air between us as the window separating the driver and us rose up from an invisible slit located inside the opposite couch. I gulped when I realized whatever happened in the back seat of this vehicle was between him and I only. And judging by the mischievous flicker that passed through his eyes, he would be relentless and unafraid to hold back. The car winded down the highway, coursing through the busy streets, allowing magnificent views of the city outside at night. But I would only steal a few short glimpses of it as his eyes, lips and face were at my eye level; a much better view if I could say so myself. My heart thumped wildly in my chest like a caged bird, anticipating what would happen next. His firm warm hands cupped my bottom, keeping me in place and at the same time cupping a feel. I knew from the light breeze passing over my thighs that my dress had risen up, exposing a great deal of flesh.
His lips turned up in one corner, smirking at the sight of me in the position he surely wanted me to be in from the very beginning. Although, I should be angry at myself for so easily given into him and his advances, I had to admit this was possibly one of most thrillingly exciting experiences ever. It felt too good for me to care. Tom’s eyes dropped from my gaze, skimming down past my nose and lips down to my heaving breasts, straining against the thin fabric. My nipples tightened from only his stare, aching and longing for his attention. A sudden bump in the road caused my hips to ride up and then fall back down, gently prodding against his hardened member through his trousers, alerting me I wasn’t the only one who was excited. I nearly moaned out loud from the friction of his cock against my soaking panties. Leaning in, Tom kissed me like a gentle lover at first, allowing time to build the excitement of his mouth parting mine, deepening the kiss. His tongue ran over my lower lip, taking gentle care to suck and nip at it between his teeth. I groaned loudly in his ear, never feeling the way I did when I kissed like the way I did with him. Fingers tugging through his hair, I kissed him back with the same level of desperation and eagerness I never knew I had within me. The low groan rumbling through his chest told me I was making him feel the same way he made me feel.
Pulling away slowly, our faces were still close to each other when his thumb ran across my cheek. Peering at him through my half closed eyes, I drew my now swollen lower lip into my mouth and sucked. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine as we sat there in silence, catching our breaths from one of the most amazing kisses I ever had. Not saying anything more, I felt my heart drop a little when he shifted me off his lap and sat me back down where I was originally sitting. From all the maddening sensations caused by the kiss, I hadn’t realized the car wasn’t moving anymore and it was parked in front of my run down flat.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tom said sternly, not looking at me. Quickly gathering my purse off the floor, I stepped out of the car and nodded my head thanks to the nice driver who had held the door open for me. My legs shook with each step I climbed of my front porch, threatening to give out at any moment. I pulled my key out of my purse and slipped it into the lock, hesitating at first before I took a glance over my shoulder only to be disappointed when the tint of the windows were too dark for me to see through the back seats. Sighing, I shook my head and stepped into my flat, feeling alone.
I was out of bed before my alarm clock rang. The neon red lights announced it was only five o’clock in the morning. Although, the sun hadn’t come out yet, there was enough visible light outside. I couldn’t sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes, his scent of woodsy earthy spices, the softness of his hair through my fingers and the feel of his chest pressing against my chest filled my senses, scaring off any chances of slumber. I groaned, punching my pillow until I lost my breath. I had only known this man for two days and already he was invading my mind, opening shop with no plans of ever leaving. And then the sudden realization hit me like a train running hundred miles per an hour.
I had agreed I would work for him.
Shooting out of bed, I tripped on my sheets that were tangled around my body and fell to the floor with a thud. I was running late! Quickly getting up off the floor, I raced to the washroom and brushed my teeth. I knew from rumours that Tom arrived at work bright and early in the morning at six o’clock sharp and if he was at work, it would only be reasonable to assume he wanted everyone working closely beside him to arrive earlier than that. Given that I was now his personal secretary or whatever title I had agreed to last night in my haze, I should have been at the office as of this minute. Tearing down a pencil skirt and a silk blouse off my hangers, I slipped into the pieces of clothing in a rushed flourish. Opting to slick on a tinted pale red lipstick and light liner along my eyes, I was out the door in less than ten minutes flat.
By the time I arrived at the building, I was breathless, sweaty and I was nearly one hundred percent sure I looked like a mess. Confirming my suspicions in the mirrored walls of the elevators, I grimaced at my appearance and undid the messy top knot bun I had made on the tube. Just then the doors parted, revealing the very man I was rushing to meet. Allowing the rest of my long dark hair to rain past my shoulders, I stuttered for an excuse. The air stopped in my throat, choking me when his eyes narrowed, focusing on my hair and then my lips. I nibbled on my bottom lip out of habit, remembering the thrill of our kisses in the backseat of his luxury car from last night. Shifting towards the side of the elevator, I allowed him to step in beside me. Why was it that I always bumped into him in the elevator?
“You’re late.” He didn’t accuse but simply stated. His hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out his smart phone and began rapping at the touch screen keyboard, probably sending out multiple emails per minute.
I swallowed, hoping to find some air within me to continue any coherent thought or at least try to formulate a believable excuse. “I didn’t realize work started—”
My cheeks flared when he cut me off with his dry icy tone.
“I expect that all my employees show up an hour prior to when I do come to work. Along with them prepared to follow my every order and to work diligently on them till the task is complete.” Tom pinned me in place with his gaze. The air inside the small compartment grew thick and sparked tension between us as I looked up my heels to where his eyes were. I didn’t dare avert my gaze even when cornered me again, dominating my small body. Palms pressed against the cool metal walls, my mouth grew dry when he leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Come to my office at noon for your punishment.”
The bell binged just then. Stepping away from me, he turned around and walked out of the elevator, leaving me to grip onto the side rails for support.
After getting off my old floor, I said goodbye to Alfred and explained an epiphany seemed to happen last night in which I realized that this opportunity was something I couldn’t miss. I wished him best of luck with his future endeavours and hoped to work with him soon. By the time I got out of the elevator to the highest floor in the building, I was met with shining white marble floors and paintings that looked like it should be hung up in museums along the walls. A petite white haired lady stood off to the side, meeting my curious gaze.
“You must be Amelia Hart.” She said in a no nonsense voice. I could tell from her sparkling green eyes and sharp cheeks that she could have easily been one of the prettiest girls guys had ever laid eyes on. Adorned in pearls around her neck, a pressed grey suit and matching dress pants, she was the very definition of precision. Her eyes did a quick one over of my appearance, scanning over my cheap skirt and blouse before giving me a tight lipped smile you would normally give to the poor. “It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Mrs. Hawthorne and I’ll be showing you some routine tasks you might find yourself doing on a normal basis while working for Mr. Hiddleston.”
Nodding my head, I followed her behind the large oak desk and listened carefully to everything she had to say about calls, schedules, memos, files and other secretarial duties like how he likes his coffee to keeping some spare ties inside my drawer just in case he needs a quick change before a special event. While the thought of what he could possibly mean by punishment crept into my mind at random intervals during the tedious introduction, I remained perfectly poised and attentive because I knew if I were to do anything wrong it would lead me down for more of it. When Mrs. Hawthorne stood straight up from the filing cabinet, she began checking off everything on her list on the clipboard she was holding. “You should be set. Good luck.”
Somehow the curt polite remark she wished me didn’t seem to be addressed to my new job but for what was going to happen later on the day.
I was sitting at my new desk right in front of his grand office. The day hadn’t started out as busy as I thought it would be but the wonderful façade of easy work soon diminished when the clock stroke nine and calls came one after the other. A quick refresh of my special email account that was linked to his told me I had well over one hour’s worth of work to plough through. Bracing myself, I edged closer to the seat and typed as quickly as I could while listening to phone calls and leaving detailed messages. Once the onslaught of emails began to dwindle down a bit, I allowed my shoulders to slump a little in my seat. They sure weren’t kidding when they said he was a very busy man. Checking the time quickly on my screen, I grew more nervous when I realized in a fifteen minutes time I would have to enter his office and accept whatever punishment he had in mind.
Was he going to deduct my salary? Was he going to dismiss me and send me back to Alfred with a note stating I was an incompetent buffoon who needed to be fired all together? Or was he going to bend me over his desk and spank me for my wrong doing? I shook my head, clearing the tantalizing fantasy out of the way but to no avail. Images of my skirt pooled around my waist while his large palms smoothed down the globes of my cheeks and then pulling back only to slap them right back down made my panties wet at the thought. Nervously laughing to myself, uncrossed and crossed my legs, hoping the tingling need building inside the heat of my core would stop. A sharp rap on the glass window behind me startled me out of my embarrassingly hot dream. Turning slowly around in my chair, Tom held his leering gaze that made me think he knew exactly everything I was thinking about.
I got off my chair and walked towards the door.
This was it.