Tall, dark and handsome: Chapter 9
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 9
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: Thank you for the support and love! I would have never continued if it weren’t for all of you. If you would like to tell me what you think, that would be amazing!
I slowly opened my eyes, taking deep even breaths of the crisp spicy scent he seemed to be always wearing as he pulled away from the small gentle kiss on my forehead. Did I really just run out of a restaurant regretting every single decision I made in the past week involving him and now I’m back in his arms and somehow it will be better? Looking into the same concerned blue eyes from the night he insisted on driving me home from a late night in the office and possibly rescuing me from a terrible encounter with a homeless person, I knew it would be better. However, the heavy settling feeling inside my chest did not subside.
“Um, I’ll just go home now.” I cleared my throat, stepping away from him only to have him hold onto my elbow, not letting me step further than a step away from him.
“I’ll drive you.” Tom said sternly.
“No, I think I need some time for myself tonight.” I waved his hand off, surprising me when he dropped his grip. “I’ll just take a cab or something.” I said, looking at the floor instead of his eyes.
“If it’s my presence that is bothering you, I’ll be happy to let John drive you home while I wait here.” He offered, hands slipping inside his pockets. “I don’t want you to be wandering by yourself at night.”
I considered his offer, thinking back and forth the pros and cons of what could happen if I decided to take it. After another minute, I shrugged. “Okay.” I said meekly, looking sheepishly at him. Without a call or text, the same dark luxury car purred to a halt on the side of the street where we stood. John had already stepped out of the car, opening the car door for me to step in. Not looking back, I slipped inside the seat and shivered when he lowered to where I was, whispering into my ear. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience I caused you.” A small peck on my cheek later, he closed the door shut and knocked on the cool metal exterior, beckoning John to drive.
I had arrived at work earlier than five, fearing I might need to do some extra preparation for the day. When the elevator binged promptly at six o’clock, I was sitting on the edge of my seat, pen in hand, and ready to show him I could do anything he told me to do.
“Miss. Hart.” Tom greeted me in the same cool professional tone he used on all his employees. “Nice of you to finally join us…on time.”
Ignoring his comment, I pushed back out of my seat and grabbed the few urgent files he needed to review prior to his next meeting. The sound of my heels slapping against the smooth tiles filled the silence between us. His eyes finally pulled away from the glowing screen of his smartphone he seemed to be physically attached to me. Starting from my black kitten heels to my exposed legs from my pencil skirt to my silk blouse and then finally settling on my face, I shivered when I realized he must have been imagining what was underneath. Gulping, I studied him as well. Dressed in one of the finest tailor suits I’ve ever seen on a man, he exhumed wealth and power. From his shiny Italian leather shoes to his thin striped tie knotted to perfection, he looked like a man who could close multimillion dollar deals, run a mile in five minutes and come home and give a good fucking to his lover. I blushed at the thought of him doing exactly all that but with me.
“I’ve got the Leopold files ready for you to review and sign.” I said, noticing my voice was shaking and judging from the slight raise in his eyebrow, he noticed too. “If you could just look at-”
“Leave them on my desk.” Tom replied smoothly, returning his attention back to his phone, fingers gliding across the keys effortlessly as he walked into his office, not taking any further glances back at me. The same dominant Tom who single handily drop shares trading on the London Stock Exchange with a short text message was back. The one who kissed me goodbye and who chased me out of the restaurant was gone now as the work day began. As much as I would hate to admit it, I liked that there was two different sides of him. One side where everyone feared, running down the hall in the opposite direction whenever they spotted him and the one where he was kind and considerate but to only me. Finding a new surge of confidence, I strolled into his office and placed the files on top of his immaculately clean oak desk and waited for my next order.
“Coffee. Black. No sugar.” He scooted his chair closer to the desk, immediately reaching for a fountain pen and flipping through the pages. Looking up at me with raised eyebrows, I snapped out of my moment of daze and scurried out of his office, silently praying that the coffee machine would be as simple as the one I had at home. I was never the wealthy one in my friend group. After graduating university with a commerce degree under my belt, I was severely disappointed to find no open positions in any where I searched. While most of my friends either went to grad school or found successful careers in their own respectful fields, I was stuck jobless and scouring the last pennies inside my countless number of purses for the month’s rent. When the position for an assistant opened up, I dove at the chance, hoping it could be my first big break in my life. After one consistent year of working for Hiddleston & Baker, I was making a dent in the staggering around of student debt and actually having three meals a day instead of one. With that being said, it would seem reasonable for me to have a fully operating coffee machine in my house after all the tribulations I’ve been through but I’ve been using the same old plain one my mum and dad got me as a gift for graduation out of high school.
I stared at the monstrosity in front of me, intimidated by a hunk of pristine stainless steel metal. How could it be possible for a machine to have so many damn buttons? Throwing caution to the wind, I pushed a few buttons, jumping back and covering my face with my arms when a churning whirling sound came through the back. A few minutes passed before the machine began sputtering out a hot dark liquid through dispenser only to have it spilling right over the countertop and onto my shoes. Jumping back, I grabbed a cup from beside the kitchen sink and placed it underneath the hole to gather as much liquid as I could and desperately trying to find some towels to mop up the mess before someone came in and saw me in this mess.
“Shit! Fuck! Fuck!” I swore loudly, throwing paper towels onto the floor and sliding my shoes across the towels to mop up the ever expanding mess.
“Whoa there!” A male voice suddenly came behind me. Pushing me to the side, he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed some towels from a nearby cupboard, tossing them to the floor and bent down to wipe up the disaster I called coffee. “First time using it, huh?” He looked up at me from where he was squatting, eyes golden brown like the sand on my favourite beach near the shore.
“Yes.” I laughed airily in embarrassment. I was sure my cheeks had turned beet red, flushing into a warmer shade when he replied with a dimpled smile.
“Happens to everyone-” But his sincere comment was cut off by the same sharp voice that made my stomach flutter awake at every word.
“Miss. Hart.” Tom stood by the doorway of the kitchenette, eyes flickering into a new shade of anger at the sight of us. Looking down at the man who was so kind and helpful, it was only then did I realize the position we were in. From where he squatted, he had a perfect view of my legs and possibly even underneath my skirt. “I sent you for coffee. Not flirtation with Alan Smith.” He left his gaze on me briefly to the stranger who was now known as Alan. “Clean up the mess and return to work.”
Nodding my head, I grabbed a few more towels, crouching low to clean the rest of the spilt liquid when Tom broke the silence again. “I meant Alan, not you. I need you to start answering the phones. They’re getting backed up.”
With that, he turned around and walked back down the long hallway towards his office, leaving me in a shaking mess. Biting my lower lip, I threw the towel back into the sink.
He didn’t speak to me the entire day. By two o’clock, I was growing absolutely paranoid that he was going to storm out of his office and fire me on the spot, wanting nothing to do with me. Groaning, I scrubbed my face and continued ploughing through the rigorous tasks he assigned to me for the day. I had to reply to around three hundred emails in the few spare moments I had to myself and redirect calls whenever they seemed urgent. Even all those activities couldn’t stop my mind from running towards the worst possible conclusion. It wasn’t that I necessarily would be crestfallen if he did fire me. It was having the possibility of never seeing him again. And I know this is strange and insane of me to want his presence in my life after only knowing him for a few days but my heart would drop to the pit of my stomach every single time I thought of him no longer wanting me.
The sound of his door opening stopped my pity for myself immediately. Not taking one glance at me, he buttoned his single button on his suit jacket and said in a low tone that sent shivers down my spine. I felt like someone sucker punched me in the gut as he continued his little game of ignoring me.
“I’m going out for a late brunch. Be ready when I arrive.” He said mysteriously, already walking towards the bank of elevators.
By the time five o’clock arrived, I was in no mood to go on a date let alone with a man who could barely look me in the eye. Undoing my ponytail I tied in my hair after lunch, I moaned and slumped in my seat, feeling every single sore muscle in my body. I could hardly move.
“Miss Hart.” A voice caught my attention. Turning around in my chair, I saw John standing in front of my desk; dressed in the same black suit I’ve seen him previously in. “Mr. Hiddleston asked me to pick you up. He arranged your attire for this evening.”
“Perfect.” I said in a sarcastic tone. If he ignored me the whole day and expected that I would go on happily pretending I wasn’t affected by it all, he had another thing coming. Grabbing my purse, I pushed past a confused John and stormed into the next available elevator. If he wanted to play this childish game then so could I. Folding my arms across my chest, I swallowed back the lump inside my throat.
Tom Hiddleston was a man that never let a detail slip. No matter how small or big, he would make sure everything he did run as smoothly and perfectly as possible. I almost allowed the tension in my shoulders to subside when John pulled in front of a Trump Tower hotel and handed me an executive suite card. John had assured me I was to get ready in the suite and return back so he could drive me to the final destination.
Sipping on the complimentary champagne, I made sure I took my time soaking in the warm rose scented suds inside the massive bathtub before finally getting out to towel off. Another box filled with the most exquisite designer dress I’ve only managed to see in Vogue was left on my king sized bed. Slipping into the dress, I looked at myself in the mirror, no longer feeling vulnerable like last night. I was a new me. I was confident, fiercely intelligent and also mad as hell.
The car ride was kept brief as we slowly neared the shores of London. The warm orange glow of the setting sun turned everything either a pale shade of yellow or a fluorescent red, casting its rays on nearby town houses and yachts lining the docks. That’s when the car slowly pulled into a parking space directly in front of a big white yacht. A man dressed in full suit attire including a bow tie, which I couldn’t really see from the shadow stood at the top deck, staring down at me as I exited the car. Not bothering to greet me, he waited for me to climb onto the boat, leaving me to take in another breathtakingly beautiful aspect of his extravagant lifestyle.
“Hello.” Tom greeted me, lips pressed into a firm line.
“Hello.” I greeted him back with the same tense note in my voice.
This was going to be a long boat ride.