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June 2014
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Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 16

TITLE: Tall, Dark and Handsome

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 16

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: Okay, so we finally know who the mystery man is and now we have some drama within the company. Thank you for reading and please tell me what you think! <33

Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 |Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |  Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | chapter 12 | Chapter 13  | Chapter 14 Chapter 15

“Scott.” Tom said in a controlled voice. I could tell that whoever this man was, he was definitely not welcomed by Tom judging by the look they seemed to hold onto each other with. Tom’s jaw locked as the mysterious man now known as Scott placed his glass of whiskey down on the polished table in front of him, extending a hand out to shake but Tom only ignored it. Not letting it affect him, Scott recomposed and turned his attention towards me, extending a hand. Despite my loyalty to the man growing increasingly irritated at whoever this stranger was, I reached out to take his hand when his quicker reflexes got the better of me. He encompassed my hand in his, brought it to his lips, and kissed my knuckles like we were still in the Middle Ages and they were duelling for my attention.

“Dear me, I don’t think I’ve properly introduced myself.” Scott’s deep brown chocolate eyes bore into mine. “I’m Scott Mackenzie, corporate lawyer.” I withdrew my hand from his like he had just poisoned me, gasping, and blushing furiously. I didn’t have to look up to know a piercing cold stone blue gaze was fixated on me. “And you are?”

Swallowing the lump lodged inside my throat, I saw his warm brown eyes turn into liquid wonder and amusement as he looked at me then back at Tom, as if he understood everything in one single glance. “My, my. You’ve already trained your…employees so well.”

“I am an extremely busy man and now if you’re done harassing my secretary, can we proceed to the more important matters at hand.” Tom walked around him towards his desk and sat down on his seat, pulled himself forward, grabbed a pen and began scribbling something on a legal pad. Whatever that was between these two men was not recent news. It was brewing for quite some time now.

“Ah, yes.” Scott clasped his hands together, turned around in his spot, finally leaving me alone. He crossed the room towards where his opponent sat where his hand had gripped onto the fountain pen in his hand so tightly, it turned his knuckles white. I’ve never seen Tom lose his control over his emotions before in front his clients or other professionals. The only time I could remember him ever losing his temper was with me and my refusal to get inside his car to save me from the dangers in the night. “I assume you received the official papers and documentation. They’ve been forwarded to you, Simon, and your attorney.”

“You and I both know that this lawsuit is bullshit.” Tom slammed his pen down onto his desk so hard, his cup of pens rattled. I winced at the force and the pure look of hatred burning in his eyes as he looked at Scott’s smug expression. “My company did no such thing.” He seethed through his teeth.

“That’s for the court to decide and for me to prove.” Scott rocked back and forth on his heels playfully. I could tell he was the type of man to enjoy causing complete chaos, watching houses burn, people die, for his sick entertainment. He was an attorney after all. He must have destroyed multiple lives before breakfast this morning. “Such a shame, really. I always thought you were a…kind, honest gentleman.” Scott shook his head, clucked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, and turned a menacing gaze towards a red faced Tom. “I never knew you would cheat like this.” He chuckled softly to himself. “I mean, really. Couldn’t you have come up with your own ideas instead of stealing from other companies? Have you no shame?”

Tom got off his chair abruptly, taking deep and hard shallow breaths, fists clenched. Before he could react, I stepped between the two men who were ripping at each other’s throats, placed a hand on Tom’s chest, and looked back coolly at Scott Mackenzie. “I think we are down for today. Any manners pertaining to this case will be settled and contacted through your team. Have a nice day.” I even forced a smile on my face.

For a long minute, I thought he wouldn’t leave and then the corner of his lips tugged up into one lopsided grin. “Until next time.” Scott winked and turned to leave the room. Once he was out of earshot and the door had closed with a soft click behind him, I turned my attention back to Tom whose fists were still balled together so tightly, I thought he might break the very bones in his hands. Stepping back just in time, he roared a ferocious roar, swiping everything off his desk in one grand sweep with his arm. Pencils, papers, picture frames, and files crashed to the floor, scattering pages, and breaking glass. I yelped, jumping back as the glass of a picture frame shattered into a million pieces at my feet. The sound of my scream must have woken him up from his crazy state as he immediately rushed to my side, gripping onto my elbows, face full of concern.

“I’m sorry.” Tom breathed heavily. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” I looked into his eyes. “Are you?”

A brief pregnant silence fell upon us as I waited for him to answer. Blinking and shaking his head, he looked down onto the floor at the mess. “Yeah. I think I’m going to be alright.”

“I’ll clean this up.” I pushed his hands away, crouched down to pick up the big shards of broken glass when one of the edges cut my finger. A bright bold red filled my vision as I cursed and immediately sucked on it to stop the bleeding.

“Amelia.” He exasperated, helping me stand up straight. He walked me towards his private washroom in his office, turned on the faucet, and rinsed my cut under the jet stream of icy cold water. “You should know better than to pick up broken glass.” Tom moaned.

“And you should know better than throw hissy fits, breaking everything, and then expecting your secretary to clean up the mess.” I countered, meeting his heated gaze. Slowly, I saw the edges of the man who was so playful and easy going this morning return back with a small smile on his thin lips. “I’ll get the janitor to clean up the mess.” I reasoned, turning off the faucet, and grabbed for a towel by the side. He opened a drawer underneath the sink, producing a bandage. Carefully and delicately, he bandaged up my finger, bringing it to his lips for a kiss when he was done. “I’m sorry.” Tom apologized quietly.

“I don’t know what’s going on between you two and the company…” I whispered into his ear, inhaling his rich crisp scent that always managed to drive me crazy. “But I’m here for you and we’re going to get through it all.”

Immediately, I felt him turn tense and ridged underneath me at the sound of his words. His blue eyes that never managed to turn into a warm blue colour like Scott’s did flashed a brilliant cold icy tone as he met my gaze, allowing me to realize the closed off version of himself was back. “I’ll have it managed.” Tom stepped back from me, slipped his hands into his pockets, and regarded his attention to the floor. Suddenly, I felt like this morning where we were so gentle with each other didn’t happen or just the mere seconds ago where concern laced his words was a dream. “I have to see Simon.” He began to walk out of the private washroom, stopped, and look over his shoulder, causing me to lose my breath, wondering if the warm version of his self would return. “Hold off all meetings and whatever you do, don’t try to clean up the mess yourself.”

 And then he was gone.

**

Tom worked long past his usual end of the day time. While most employees left around six or seven in hopes of being recognized for their dedication and strong work ethics, Tom stayed near nine or ten on a normal weekday, often cleaning people’s messes, and landing new deals and prospective clients from across the world. I usually stayed around eight, fearing he might need my assistance during the late hour, wanting his approval that I was not a slacker and indeed a hard worker like I said I was on my resume. But tonight, Tom stayed locked up in his office even past midnight. The cleaners had come and gone by, emptying the trash cans, washing the floors till they glistened with shine and polish, and dusted the surfaces till not a single flake of dust was there. I had busily replied to the flood of emails that kept arriving all throughout the day, most of them from concerned clients after hearing through the grapevine of the case filed against Hiddleston & Baker by Brandon Enterprises on the count of violation of copyright laws. It was claimed that Hiddleston & Baker had managed to copy the new television ad for the new SLK-class automobile by Mercedes-Benz from Brandon Enterprises and their ad for the Lexus RC. From the mere glances of files faxed in this morning, the lawsuit could run into the six digit region, possibly drain out all resources to win the case, and lose potential and old term clients.

I rubbed my strained eyes as I exited out of my emails. It was already half past midnight. My shoulders were aching, my fingers were cramped, and quite frankly, I didn’t think I could manage another five minutes, replying to the same emails, concerning about the case and replying off with a generic response of everything was being handled and there was nothing to worry about. Just then, the low grumbling from my stomach erupted, alerting me that I had forgotten about dinner, again.

He must be hungry. I thought as I picked up the phone and dialled to a twenty four hour pizza place I knew in the city.

**

“Come in.” His voice came through the door; muffled but clear enough for me to know he welcomed my presence. He had told me that he didn’t want to see anyone for the rest of the afternoon after his meeting with Simon Baker, one of the founding partners in the company.

“Hi.” I stepped in through his office, carrying the greasy oily pizza box in my hands, building up courage as I waited for him to acknowledge me from his writing. Tom briefly looked up at me, then back down at his papers, and back up at me again when he saw what was exactly in my hands. “I’ve come barren with food.” I added meekly, shrugging my shoulders. Despite his curt manner towards me earlier this morning in the washroom, I felt a smile creep onto my face when he gathered the sheets of paper in his hands and stacked them neatly in a pile, placing it the far right corner of his desk, clearing space for our dinner. I sat down on the seat in front of his, pulling at a slice I’ve had my eye on since I opened the lid. He stood up, walked over to the bar, and grabbed a couple of napkins from behind, handing them to me as I reached for a slice of warm gooey cheesy goodness. Half of the pizza was only cheese while the other half was a meat lover’s. I hoped he would at least like one of the choices.

Seeing him grab for one of each, I was pleased with myself when he bit down on the warm slice, closing his eyes as he savoured the best pizza in the city.

“I thought you would be hungry.” I teased, relishing the crispy crust.

“Miss. Hart, what would I ever do without you?” Tom teased back, eyes flickering in the dim lighting in his office. The city was alive at this time. Behind him, the curtains were drawn up, displaying a majestic view of London at night. Lights peppered across the panels as pencil pushers like us were still hauled up in our offices. Streams of yellow and red from cars, coursed through narrow streets between buildings, slowing down at respectful lights.

“You really enjoy the city, don’t you?” Tom asked when I didn’t respond. I pulled my gaze away from the windows, unaware I had been staring, and looked into his blue eyes.

“It’s the only place I felt like myself.” I wiped the corners of my mouth with the napkin. When he only responded by raising one of his eyebrows, I cleared my throat and explained. “I used to live near the country where there were rolling hills, green masses of land, and thick forestry as far as the eye could see. As much as I loved the beautiful view every morning, I always wanted to know how it would feel like to be in the hustle and bustle of the city.” I reached for another slice before continuing. “After my mom died, and I moved away to University in the city, I couldn’t see another better place to spend my time. My dad still lives in the old house we grew up in, says he’s never going to live in a loud hectic place like this but…I love it.” I smiled at the memory of my dad. God, I missed him. “He always calls me Lea instead of Amelia because when I was young, I couldn’t pronounce my own name. Every time someone asked me for my name, I would say Lea. He has a good laugh about it every time.” I rambled on. “Sorry.” I apologized quickly; face reddening into another shade of pink. “I didn’t mean to ramble—”

“No.” Tom cut me off. “Don’t apologize. I like it when you ramble.”

Silence fell between us as we continued to chew on our slices. Half of me was expecting him to contribute at some time about his family. I wondered if he had any brothers or sisters, if his parents lived in London, or quite possibly any embarrassing childhood stories. But he kept silent until he finished his food.

“I think we both worked hard enough tonight.” Tom got off his seat, closing the lid of the empty pizza box, and tossed it into the trash. “Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Oh, alright.” I brushed the crumbs off my skirt, looking up just in time to see his gaze travel up my legs to my face. Immediately the redden blush flared on my cheeks again. “I’ll just grab my purse.” I got off the chair and began to walk away. “I’m sure I can catch a cab on my way out.”

“Amelia, I’m driving you.” He deadpanned. “If you think for one second am I going to let you take a cab—alone—at this time of day to your house, you must be mistaken or delusional. And besides…We’re heading towards the same place.”

I stopped at the doorway when I heard what he was implying.

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