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July 2014

Tall, Dark and Handsome: Chapter 20 

TITLE: Tall, Dark and Handsome


AUTHOR tomcuddlesfic


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.


Author’s notes: Okay, so basically what happened was that I was really excited to write this chapter because I had the whole ending planned out and I loved it and I was like yes, this is amazing but I decided to end it off the way it is ended off right now simply because it hit 2k and that’s my limit. I’m sorry. 

Please tell me what you think! <3333

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 Chapter 16  | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 [New chapter posted July 17 2014]

“Are you done eating?” Tom asked as soon as he shut off his phone. I looked down at my plate of food that seemed like it had been barely touched, feeling sick to my stomach already.

“Yes.” I answered quickly, getting off my seat and already looking for my purse. He frowned at the pancakes and bacon on my plate, fixing me with a steady gaze. “I’m full, okay?” I reassured him.

“You’ll get something along the way.” He said impatiently, already walking out of the kitchen, and down the foyer. The car was already rolled up in front, patiently waiting for him and I to grace the seats.

“Miss. Hart.” I heard the small voice coming from behind me. Turning around, I saw Greta, Tom’s housemaid step into view, holding my purse in her hands.

“Thank you.” I murmured, smiling warmly towards her as I grabbed it and ran out the door, practically leaping down the steps to where Tom had so kindly opened the door for me. Sliding into the buttery soft seats, I felt tense all over until he slammed my door shut and joined me on the other. He hadn’t mentioned what was wrong but I could tell by the  curt phone call and how his jaw was locked that whatever was going on back in Hiddleston & Baker was bad.

Knotting my fingers together, I kept my hands in my lap, eyes upfront, not daring to look towards him in fear of causing more distress to the situation. My heart slammed against my feeble chest when the car abruptly came to a stop at a red light, jolting us awake from our thoughts and sending us lurching in our seats. He grabbed my elbow, catching me before my head slammed against the front seat.

“John!” Tom yelled in a thunderous tone. I shivered in my spot, anticipating what was to come next.

The private windows rolled down, revealing a bald headed middle age man. “Sorry, sir. A child leapt onto the street.”

“Pay attention to the road next time.” His voice clipped.

“Yes, sir.” John rolled the windows back up, leaving us in our stilled silence. He turned to face me, regarding me with the same penetrating gaze that left me breathless and my heart to pound so loudly in my chest I was sure he could hear it.

“And you…” Tom shook his head slightly as he reached over my body, allowing me to smell his crisp aftershave and grabbed the seatbelt that was hanging limply by my side. “Don’t forget your seatbelt.” He reprimanded, kissing me on the forehead before retreating back to his corner in the spacious car. Resting his ankle on one of his knees, he rubbed his lower lip with his index finger, lost in thought, already having forgotten about me. I fought back stinging annoyance that bubbled away inside me. He had other things on his mind, much grander things that I didn’t have to deal with. But couldn’t he at least tell me more about the problem at hand? Couldn’t he at least share more about what he was thinking?

Studying his sculptured face, I drew my lower lip into my mouth, chewing thoughtfully as I wondered how I could break down his hard exterior and let me in.

“I’m not an animal at the zoo.” Tom replied dryly, turning his hot gaze back on me. “You can’t stare at me forever.”

“Oh, but I can.” I smirked, fighting down my smile when I was rewarded with a smile from him.

“I can too.” He tipped my chin back with his finger, brushing the soft underside gently. Touches like this came so tender and warm, it made me wonder of so many possibilities I couldn’t allow myself to have enough courage to fathom. He was Tom. A billionaire, who had the IQ of a million and had the looks of a drop dead gorgeous model and for some reason, had a backstory that he wouldn’t share. Sometimes, when I looked at him without him noticing, I could see the sadness lurking around the corners. He was a man who had a painful past and I was determined to find out what exactly it was to drive him to consider himself as a cold heartless lover.

“So, are you going to tell me exactly is going on or am I going to enter the war without a plan or a suitable captain?” I asked lightly.

Tom’s face turned back into stone at the sound of my words. “One of our biggest clients may want to pull out.” He said curtly, eyes fixed ahead.

“Kensington Oil?” I squeaked, shocked that it could be true. Tom cocked an eyebrow at me. “What? Just because I was someone who hated working and lived for drinking at bars on Fridays, does not mean that I don’t know what’s going on inside the company I work for.” I folded my arms across my chest, raising my chin indignantly.

Tom smirked, shaking his head, laughing quietly. “Miss. Hart, you never fail to amaze me.”

“What are the plans then?” I asked, ignoring his heart warming words. Bigger stakes were on the table. Well, more present stakes.

“We try to convince them that whatever bullshit concoction Scott Mackenzie is serving up isn’t real. We settle them down and talk reason.” Tom reasoned.

“And what happens if—”

“What happens if they still pull out?” Tom laughed bitterly. “Then that’s when we’re in the deep trenches, maggot.” He winked at me, opening his side of the door, and stepped out before I could ask him what he just meant. Damn him! He was always avoiding the topic at hand.

Not a minute later, he opened my door for me, holding out a hand for me to step out.

“We’re not done discussing this.” I warned, narrowing my gaze into his playful blue eyes.

“For now, we are.” Tom murmured, kissing me on the corner of the mouth. “Sorry, I couldn’t treat you to the one of the best mornings…I’ll make it up to you.” He said softly into my ear. My heart was racing.

“I’m liking the sound of that.” I leaned into his ear, whispering back.

When we finally managed to pull apart and enter the tall skyscraper building, I was surprised by the level of activity inside the many floors we passed by. Everywhere I turned, employees dressed in sharp suits and stylish outfits were running about, papers in hand, and phones buzzing loudly on their tables. It was exactly like a war zone. Walking alongside Tom down the marketing department and the communications department, the fun loving version of him from outside was long gone and in replacement was the strict-no-bullshitting-boss I knew from the very start. He was talking a mile a minute. Barking out orders, taking no one for prisoners. I hurried after him, jotting down all the notes he wanted me to take down.

“Tom.” I knocked on his office door after an hour of settling into our daily work. “Mr. Kensington is in the meeting room.”

Mr. Kensington was a handsome man in his late fifties. After graduating top of his class in Harvard University, he literally struck gold when he and his roommate set out on a business venture for construction work and found a gold mine in the process of building a condominium. Not long after, he traded in his mining shoes for bigger opportunities at play. The bigger opportunity was oil. 

“Thank you, Miss. Hart.” Tom rose from his seat, buttoning up his suit jacket button. To the untrained eye, he may have looked calm and collected but I had known him far too long and far too personally now that this was all a façade. He was nervous.

“Tom.” I stopped him in front of me. Taking his thin black silk tie in my hands, I straightened the designer piece of fabric, feeling the pounding in his chest. “You’re going to rock this meeting.” I said simply, looking him boldly in the eyes.

“Thank you.” He thanked me again, this time his eyes lingered longer. With a shaking breath, I turned and watched him walk into the bank of elevators, eyes still fixed on me until the elevator doors clicked shut.


I sipped my lukewarm tea, noticing the shake in my hands as I rose the cup to my lips. Deciding that for once in my life that tea couldn’t solve the problem, I returned back to my emails, flexing my fingers in and out to relieve the cramping. What was wrong with me? I wasn’t even the one who was giving the presentation or conducting the meeting and I was the one who was shaking with a leaf. For God’s sake! I wasn’t even on the same floor as the man.

Just then my phone on my desk rang. The bright red light flashed.

Tom Hiddleston.

“Miss. Hart, can you be so kind to come down and hand me the Wallis and Green files on my desk?” He asked in a polite manner but I could hear the strain in his voice.

“I’ll be on my way.” I replied, putting down the receiver, and quickly rushed into his office. Spotting the blue folders, I grabbed them and nearly ran down to the elevators, unsure if my speed would necessarily make the meeting go smoothly and run as planned. I was breathless by the time I reached to the meeting rooms, hand shaking as I held it up to knock.

“Look, Tom. I’ve known you for how many years? Five at most?” I heard the familiar dry voice Mr. Kensington was known for. “I’m not saying that you actually did what the allegations against you say you did.”

“Then what exactly are you saying, Gary?” Tom roared back. I winced, stepping away from the door in fear they might somehow sense I was lurking nearby.

“Tom, please.” Simon Baker soothed.

“I’m just saying that for now, it might not be the best for Kensington Oil to be associated with a company that may run into major legal problems in court.” Gary said.

“Whatever happened to loyalty? We stuck by you when your company was nearly in ruins! We helped you to be the place where you are!” Tom shouted back.

“It’s a bloody thought!” Gary yelled for the first time in the meeting.

“Mr. Hiddleston.” I shocked myself when I opened the door and spoke in a quiet voice. He was standing at one end of the long oak desk, hands clutched on the sides of the table, practically seething. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were burning red but when he caught sight of me, his stormy blue eyes flickered, a teensy bit of tension slipping out of him. “I got the Willis and Green files.” I said, slipping them onto the desk. “Would you like me to do anything else for you?” I asked politely, keeping my eyes trained on him and not the two other confused men who stared at me like I was some freak show in the circus.

“Would you be so kind to grab some espressos for us three?” Tom asked in a much quieter tone.

“They’ll be up in a few.” I nodded my head and turned around on my heel, closing the door shut behind me. Adrenaline pulsed within me as I rode down the escalator, urging it silently for it go faster. I needed fresh air. I can’t believe I just done that! Me! Amelia Hart who didn’t dare raise her voice in grade one when Frankie Paltz stole her crayon and never returned it. I mean, I wasn’t much of a hero but at least I was able to bring back down the tension inside the stuffy room and hopefully, deter them back on track. I was near smiling, walking down the busy pavement, and thinking of other ways to make the meeting go more successful when I heard my name being called out.

“Miss. Hart!” The tinted windows to the BMV beside me rolled down, revealing the same gorgeous face I saw on the day that Tom first lost his composure. “I want to speak with you.” Scott smiled mischievously. 

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