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April 2014
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Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 8

TITLE: Tall, Dark and Handsome

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 8

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: I completely lost control of what I’m doing but it’s going along the right track…Hopefully. Tell me what you think! <333 Thanks for all the support and love!!! :DD

Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 

The familiar softness of the cushion welcomed me pleasantly as I slid into my seat. Shutting my door, he walked over to the opposite and slid in with more grace than I could ever do myself. I looked shyly from the clutch in my hands—noticing my knuckles had turned white—to his hooded gaze. His long index finger found its place on his thin lower lip, running across it before stopping when he caught me staring. A simple grunt from his lips seemed to be enough of a signal for John to drive onto the street, dodging parked cars alongside the road.

 Night had fallen in London.

The faint glow from streetlamps provided the only light inside the car. I noticed my back was as straight as the times I was in office, working diligently on files and scheduling appointments and my whole body was faced towards my window. Tom must have noticed the distance between our bodies because he soon readjusted his wiry long legs so that one invaded more of my personal space. He splayed his palm on the empty space between us, reminding me this was his car and he was in control. My eyes flickered to his hand than up along his arm to meet his eyes. I felt my breath caught in my lungs when he tucked a curl behind my ear, melting against his caress when he cupped my cheek.

“I’ve been waiting for a long time.” Tom said, a gentle reminder to me he had gone out of his way to ask me out on a date like so. The energy between us sizzled further when the engine to his very expensive and luxurious car purred to a stop in front of a brightly lit restaurant. He shut his eyes tightly, as if he almost regretted for the short amount of time spent inside the car. Letting out a soft breath, he pushed the door open and stepped out with a palm reached out for me to hold onto as I exited. I felt my cheeks flush warmly at the feeling of his warm palm in mine, deepening into a different shade when he dropped my hand only to keep it protectively on the small of my back. “In time…” He murmured against my ear as we began walking our skilful walk towards the doors of the restaurant.

If I had been flabbergasted by the expanse of his office to his luxurious lifestyle of fast cars worth more than I’ll ever earn in a lifetime, this restaurant was completely beyond words. The rich aroma of fresh tomatoes, cheese and yeast from in house baked rolls filled my senses as soon as I stepped in. A man with a moustache that curled in the ends led us our way towards our seat at the back of the restaurant where it seemed to have the most amount of privacy while still conserving the same comfortable experience as the rest of the seats. The dark lighting only complemented to the cozy romantic atmosphere.

“Thank you.” I giggled nervously when Tom pulled out my seat for me. Sitting on the edge of the wooden chair, I inched closer towards the table, eyes trained on the stunningly handsome man sitting before me. He must have not noticed because his attention was drawn to the wine menu in his hands. A look of indifference and boredom on his face, he raised two fingers up in the air, beckoning a waiter passing by. I feigned to keep the hurt I felt inside me when he didn’t respond back with as much warmness and attention as before.

“We’ll take the Marguax 2011, please.” Tom asked in bored tone, not bothering to even look at the waiter when he asked. Taking a quick glance at the price on the menu, I had to stifle a gasp from the outrageous pricing of one glass of the fine red wine.

“Very good choice, Mousier.” The waiter smiled, bowed and swiftly turned around to grab our drinks.

I nearly dropped my menu onto the floor when Tom spoke, bringing me out of my moment of daze from the prices.

“The fish is fresh.” He commented, flipping over a page. His eyes skimmed through the few lines, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Right. Fish.” I repeated dumbly, looking over at the next table where a posh woman with what seemed to be a real fur scarf wrapped around her neck was eating a juicy piece of steak. The diamonds glittering on her fingers nearly blinded me when she waved her hands for emphasis to whatever she was saying. Clearly, this was not a restaurant for everyone. In that moment, I felt the particular sensation of me being watched. Pulling my eyes away from the big sparkly diamonds on the woman’s hand, I noticed a few pairs of eyes from a few men dressed similarly to Tom looking my way. Gulping, I looked down at my dress, wondering what exactly they were staring at. Was there something on my face? Could they see right through this façade that I didn’t belong here?

The sound of him clearing his throat brought me back to reality. I was sitting in front of one of the most successful businessmen in all of London, a global mogul and incredibly beautiful men in the world and I was on a date with him. I never felt more lost than the time I was in fifth grade and my math teacher beckoned me to come to stand up from my seat and start listing off all the multiples of nine.

“I’m ready to order.” Tom drawled, shutting the menu. He raised his glass of ice water to his lips, sipping on the cool liquid, eyebrow cocked as if he was challenging me to not be.

The mood changed between us. There was something off as he barely looked at me the whole night or didn’t bother to start little conversations I fully expected on a proper date. Shaking off the nagging feeling inside my stomach, I nodded my head absentmindedly, writing it off as an off day for him and for myself.

“I’m ready too.”

“Good.” Tom confirmed, raising two fingers up again, drawing immediate attention from the same waiter who had placed our order for wine. “I’ll take the steak, medium rare and garden salad on the side. She’ll have the fish prepared with lemon and pepper.”

“Wait-” I began to speak but before I could get another word in, Tom dismissed the waiter by turning his attention back to me. Seeing that his need was no longer required, the waiter walked passed me towards the kitchen. “I didn’t have a chance to order.” I said, noticing the hint of annoyance in my voice. He narrowed his eyes at me as smirk slowly spread his lips. There had been a couple of times in the past when I thought this look would be extremely sexy and turn my insides into complete jelly but now only anger and annoyance fuelled my blood.

“You’ll enjoy the fish more.” Tom said simply, leaning back into his chair with one elbow rested on the back while resting the other hand on the table.

“And how would you know?” I challenged, eyes meeting his narrowed blue eyed gaze.

“Because…” He leaned in towards the table, motioning meet him in the center. Humouring him, I leaned in and studied his face from the close proximity. The smirk on his face only deepened causing me to want to slap it right off. “I know you more than you give me credit for.”

“You do, do you?” I asked, smiling a sugary sweet smile that meant nothing more than who I was trying to be in this restaurant. “My favourite ice cream?”

“Vanilla.” Tom replied coolly.

“Favourite band?” I countered.

“The Kooks.”

“Favourite T.V show?”

“You’ve recently been attached to watching late night reruns of the American sit com Friends.” He said smugly, eyes glittering with amusement.

“So, what I’ve gathered so far is that you’re a stalker.” I blurted out; shocked that he knew these random things about me and even more so that I had the courage within me to say such a thing.

Tom chuckled, throwing his head back a little before letting the playful grin slip off his lips. “I only study my demographic.”

“ How you know so much about me is beyond me but what I’ve seemed to understand now is that I am not a goal but a part of your little project.” I snapped, feeling the anger inside bubbling over. I had been building up this night ever since yesterday when he had asked me. I should have known from the beginning that this was far too good to be true. I was nothing but a highly skilled secretary and nothing but that. I was not born to live in these lifestyles where everyone was expected to be dressed to the nines for dinners and random events or people who were cultured and born with trust funds. To him, I was nothing but a challenge. A game. A project for him to entertain himself with and to study to further prove to himself the world was in his hands and I was a piece in the game. He had only brought me here to point and laugh at the girl who thought she could have a chance at having at all. “Well, guess what? Your little project is over before it even began.” With that, I threw my napkin across my table onto the table and stood up; ignoring the look of shock on his face as I stormed passed him.

The brisk spring wind hit me like a tidal wave, causing me to shiver uncontrollably as I continued stumbling down the uneven roads in my dangerously high heels. My clouded vision from my tears gathering in my eyes only made things worse. There were more than a couple of times where I was sure I would trip onto the floor but with as much dignity I could muster inside my shaking body, I continued walking, fighting the deep urges to think of what would happen tomorrow. I would sure have to quit my position there and give up my hopes of returning to Alfred. There was only so much face a girl can save after being humiliated by one of the founders of the company.

“Amelia!” I heard my name being called out behind me in a strangled voice. “Amelia! Wait!”

Knowing fully well who it was, I picked up my pace, cursing underneath my breath that I chose to wear the long elegant gown he gave me.

“Amelia!” I gasped when I felt his hand enclose around my elbow, jolting me back and sending me stumbling into his arms.

“Let go of me!” I seethed, thrashing my arm and pushing with all my might at his chest with my other hand. “Haven’t you made fun of me enough?” I cried through tears, spittle coming out from the corner of my mouth.

A genuine confused expression passed his face. “What are you talking about?” Tom asked quietly, dropping my elbow. “Amelia…I never meant to cause you distress.”

“Distress?” I laughed bitterly at his choice of words. “Tom, you didn’t cause me distress. You humiliated me for making me actually believe that I had a chance…That we had a chance. I should have known this was too good to be true. After all, why would you ever be interested in a girl like me when you’re mingling with those models down the street?” I spat back sarcastically. “You patronized me. You ignored me. And you made me feel like I wasn’t worth your attention. Well, guess what? If I knew signing your contract as an employee or whatever the hell I signed up for meant being treated nothing more than a toy than I don’t think I want to be a part of it. I’m definitely worth more.” I wiped my eyes roughly, brushing off the big fat tears spilling out.

“Amelia…Look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Tom drawled, biting back a curse before running his hand through his dishevelled hair in frustration. “I thought you would know by now that I mean what I say. You’re not a goal, a piece of meat or some project! I’ve already said this before but how I feel about you is something I cannot possibly begin to explain using words. I know you’re definitely worth more and it still astounds me you’ve agreed…to our arrangement.”

Silence fell between us as we stood there, not moving or daring to look away from each other.

“How come you knew so much about me?” I inquired, folding my arms across my chest to stop myself from shivering.

“I saw the woman you were sitting with at the bar the other day.” He began, not looking at me anymore but on the floor. Could it be? The Tom Hiddleston, scared of a little question?

“Sherry.” I confirmed.

“Yes, Sherry.” Tom kicked a pebble and watched it skitter down the street. “I wanted to know more about you…To find something in common to speak to you with during our dinner. I invited her out for coffee and proceeded to ask and she proceeded to answer. Amelia, sometimes I get tongue tied over things and I end up blurting out the wrong thing. I was never the people person. Tim was always the people person.” He sighed, mentioning his best friend and business partner who owned half the shares in the company.

“Well…”I allowed my shoulders to drop dejectedly. The anger I felt towards him dissipated when his puppy dog eyes met mine. No longer was he the intimidating boss I had been first acquainted with.  This was a new side of him I had yet to see. “You said you wanted to take me out on a date…”

“Yes…” His voice rose, not quite sure where I was going at.

“Is that how you treat all your dates?” I pointed my nose up towards the sky. “You ignore them. You don’t make small talk and you order their food and drink for them even when they’ve been dying for the steak and a taste of the white wine?”

“What?” Completely caught off guard, Tom’s eyes brightened and a smile stretched his lips at my comment. “I’m such an ass.” He shook his head, chuckling lightly. “How could I have possibly been such a dick and didn’t take into account the white wine and steak.”  Tom grinned, slipping out of his jacket and draping it across my shoulders.  I inhaled the rich scent of his musky cologne, happier than I ever been on tonight.

“If I remember correctly, you told me in that snotty voice of yours that I would like the fish better.” I matched his smile, teasing him.

He threw his head back and laughed. “Yes, I believe I did.” His lips pressing down into a firm line, he stopped to look at me. “Give me another chance.” His thumb brushed the delicate skin underneath my eye. “I promise I won’t fuck up this time.”

Nodding my head, I leaned into the kiss he pressed against my forehead.

 

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