Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 10
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 10
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: So by the number of votes, I decided to write a new chapter to TDH and it makes sense considering it’s been a week since it has been last updated. As many of you know, my limit is 2000-2300 words so i’m sorry to disappoint many of you but sexy times do not happen yet. I promise it’ll happen in the next chapter. Thank you for reading and the support! I would love to hear what you think.
“Would you like to take a tour around the yacht first or be seated for dinner?” Tom asked, eyes sparkling from the golden afternoon sun. He looked breathtakingly handsome in his jet black Dolce & Gabbana suit complete with platinum cuff links. I noticed he had taken off his thin grey striped tie from early this morning, opting for his shirt to expose more of his neck and therefore giving him more breathing space. His hair looked like it had been perfectly styled to a dishevelled look and his skin was lightly tanned even under cloudy London weather. Standing in front of him in another one of his dresses he especially picked out for me and heels that barely did anything to help me match his staggering height, I recoiled a bit under his sultry gaze. He knew exactly what he did today. He was ignoring me on purpose for a simple misunderstanding and didn’t bother for me to explain my situation, simply writing it off as me being a flirtatious twat. Clutching tighter onto my small chain purse hanging precariously on my shoulder, I tilted my head a little bit to meet his blue eyed gaze.
“A tour would be nice.” I said coolly, closing the short distance between us. Behind me the attendants closed the small gate, preparing for departure. By the sound of the gentle hum of the engine that soon turned into a thunderous clatter, I knew there was no going back now. “That is, if you choose to talk to me.” I smirked when he gritted his teeth, locked his jaw and narrowed his eyes at me like I was some sort of newly discovered specimen.
“Tour it is.” Tom said in a controlled monotone voice, ignoring my jab at him. Stepping aside a little, he allowed me to walk ahead of him, down a small runway leading to the deck in front. The water from the sea splashed against the sides of the yacht, rocking it back and forth in an unsteady manner. I walked steadily along; making sure the dress wouldn’t catch underneath me and trip me in one swoop. Holding onto the railings, I almost slipped and fell to the ground it weren’t for his hands on my waist to catch me. “Steady.” He murmured into my ear. Shaking him off, I walked onto the deck, trying to look exactly the opposite of what I was feeling- frazzled and scared out of my wits. I knew I had failed when I looked up him to see that he was now pursing his lips in concentration. “This is the deck.” Tom made no grand gesture to show off the massive space he surely used to entertain his guests or clients. He looked absolutely bored by it, coming off as this was all the normal for him. Which in this case, it could be true. But to me, I was amazed by the glossy floors to the spectacular view of England all laid out before me. I’ve never been in the oceans before so to see the expanse of the body of water was unbelievable to me. The beauty of the trees, the skilfully designed buildings and the lights reflected off by the sun sent me into a speechless trance as I continued to stare onwards, not noticing anything or anyone around me. Looking quickly to my left, I saw that he wasn’t staring at what I was staring at but at me. I felt my cheeks blossom into a warm shade as I peeled my eyes away from him and looked at the floor.
“It’s a beautiful view.” I finally said at last, not sure if he could hear me over the roaring sounds of the engine and the water splashing against the sides.
“It sure is.” Tom said after a beat or two. Something about his tone told me that it wasn’t the view he was talking about. “Shall we?” He asked, cocking his head to the right as to signal we would be on our way to explore new things. Feeling a little bit more at ease, I followed closely behind him as we moved ourselves onto the second level where the dining room, bedroom and the second smaller deck was. He pointed out all rooms for me to know and made more of an effort to show me his boat when he slowed to a halt at the front of the dining room. He must have gotten the catering done on land because no matter how impressive each appliance was inside the small kitchenette, it simply was not possible for anyone to prepare a full course meal like the one set up on the table. I nearly choked out a giggle when I saw a plate of steak and fries cooked to perfection placed in front of one of the seats. The thick tension that settled between us ever since I stepped onto the platform seemed to have faded, returning back the light careful energy I was used to on dates I had in the past.
“Shall we eat?” Tom asked, smiling weakly at me. Nodding my head, I said a quiet thank you when he pulled out my seat for me. Taking his seat, he poured a glass of wine for both of us and licks his lips. “I asked the restaurant to prepare the steak medium rare because I wasn’t sure what your preference was.” He said, placing his napkin on his lap.
“Medium rare sounds perfect.” I cooled, reassuring him with the first smile of the day. “How did you know I wasn’t going to be into the fish today?”
“I actually prepared for that.” He chuckled lightly, revealing his entrée of steamed fish with fresh slices of lemon on them. “I figured we could trade if it really came down to it.” Shrugging, he picked up his knife and fork, slicing up the fish into small pieces. Taken aback by his surprisingly thoughtful gesture, I cleared my throat and picked up my fork as well. “It’s a good thing for you that I still feel like steak today.” I said playfully, digging into my first delicious bite of the grilled to perfection piece of meat. I chewed thoughtfully on the tender beef, relishing all the spices and flavours hitting my palate. He too seemed to enjoy his fish as he chewed happily across the table from me. Curious, I shifted my fries along my plate and looked over at his, wondering what it would taste like.
“Would you like to try some?” Tom asked, cutting out a chunk from the rest of the portion and scooped it up with the edge of his fork. Lifting the fork up from his plate, he raised his eyebrows at me when I hesitated. Deciding to throw out any social cautions I’ve instilled myself upon, I leaned in and swallowed the mouth-watering bite, surprised the fish could pack such a large punch of flavour.
“Mmmmmm.” I groaned, opening my eyes to see his heated gaze focusing on me once more. Biting my lower lip, I shook my head and wiped my mouth with the corner of my napkin when I caught him staring. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He simply stated in the cold harsh tone he used with incompetent employees in our building. Silence fell upon us as we continued enjoying our meal except for the awkward clinks of the silverware scraping across our dishes and the occasional sloshing of the wine hitting against the glass. I swallowed the lump that seemed to have found its way back inside my throat as I continued eating my steak and fries, no longer enjoying their taste as much as before. Reaching for my wine glass at the same time as him, our fingers lightly brushed against each other’s causing both of us to be momentarily stunned by the electric feel that sparked between us. His wide bright blue eyes looked into mine, showing nothing but determination and sexual energy. However, there was an underlying emotion found within. He was furious and we both knew exactly why.
“We might as well talk about it.” I gave in, relaxing back into my seat. I fixed him with a steely gaze similar to the one he uses during his meetings when things don’t go his way.
“Excuse me?” Tom exclaimed, a little bit shocked and taken aback by my sudden confident nature. I was too tired dancing around the topic and I was never the one to shove things underneath the carpet, hoping it would disappear if neither of us drudge it up.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” I sighed, licking my lips and looking at a piece of garlic on my plate.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” He countered voice tight and low. “I know exactly what happened.” I tried not to grow annoyed but he sound of his arrogant and confident voice made me want to smack him and prove him exactly the opposite.
“Is that so?” I challenged, folding my arms across my chest, feeling full and unwelcomed as I sat in front of my boss and whoever the hell he was to me when work ended. “Well, what exactly did you think?”
“I think Alan and you both acquainted fairly well this morning and he snuck in the opportunity to flirt with anyone wearing a skirt.” Tom retorted, sitting back in his chair. His face fell into his popular mask, hiding all emotions and thoughts that might flicker through his mind. “And I think you’re smart enough to see a cheap pick up artist like that at first glance…Clearly, I was wrong or else we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” He said breezily, looking off into the distance of the sea and sun that burned a blood orange in the skies.
“Excuse me?” I said, shocked at his words. “No, we’re having this conversation because someone chose to ignore me the whole day and not allow me to explain what had exactly happened. But you know what? Maybe, I’m not as smart as I thought I was and you’re right because I wouldn’t be having dinner right now with a cheap pick up artist like yourself.” Throwing my napkin onto my plate, I grabbed my purse and stormed out onto the deck where the whipping winds grew relentless, blowing out my hair and dress like a flag on a pole.
“Where are you going?” Tom called after me, following me out the door. Ignoring him, I wrapped my arms around myself to stop shivering in the cool breeze but it was no help.
“I’m going to find a way to get off this damn boat.” I yelled over the roaring waves of the ocean. I turned in time to see the smirk on his face grow wider.
“We won’t be getting off anytime soon. I’m afraid.” He said in such an obnoxious manner, I was surprised I hadn’t run over there and smacked the very smile off his lips. “We’re scheduled to arrive back by the docks tomorrow morning.”
“What?” I gasped at his plans for this evening. Not paying attention the crash of the waves and the heightening winds; I teetered dangerously on the deck, swaying side to side before almost falling off the boat if it weren’t him to grab my waist just in time. Pulling me right up against his chest, my senses were hit with the intensity of his eyes, the sharp spicy smell of his cologne and the way his warm body seemed to make every nerve in my body taut and alive.
“Are you okay?” His hand on my waist gripped tighter when I shivered against him. A hand splayed on his chest and the other gripping onto his hip, I felt my knees grow weak at the sound of his concerned tone and the knit in his eyebrows.
“Yes.” Without saying anything more, he pressed his lips against mine and stole every possible worry, thought and words I wanted to yell back at him in one kiss. The taste of sweet red wine on his lips from dinner only intoxicated me more as I deepened the kiss, hungry for more of his warm silky mouth. I moaned against him, leaning more and more into him when another wave overtook the yacht causing us to break our kiss. But in the mere two seconds of our break, I snapped back into reality and pushed him away, holding onto the handrail instead, remembering exactly why I was so angry before. “Stay away from me.” I seethed.
“Amelia,” Tom began, already trying to draw me back into his safe arms. “It’s dangerous standing so close to the railing when the weather is like this.” He said in a no nonsense manner.
“I don’t care, Tom!” I lied, holding tighter onto the cold steel bars. “I don’t want-” The yacht swayed again, causing me to stumble and almost lose balance once more.
“If you’re going to behave like a child-” He roared, eyes flickering with anger. Grabbing me around the waist, he threw me over his broad shoulder and carried me back to the dining room like I was some sort of sack of potatoes.
“Let me go!” I slapped at his back, feeling completely furious that he was treating me exactly what he described me as. A child.
“Not until you realize this is for your own good.” Shutting the sliding door behind him with his free hand, he walked towards the single bedroom connected to the dining room. He sat down on the bed; dodging all slaps and punches I threw his way and sat me down right on his lap.
“You’re an asshole.” I huffed, exhausted and tired by my effort to wiggle out of his arms. A light chuckle escaped his thin pursed lips.
“You should have already known that by now.” Tom purred into my ear, brushing back a piece of my hair for better access. “Now isn’t this much better?”