no matter what decision your heart makes, I will be waiting for you...

Part 57.

The evening of the event was approaching. I was still adjusting my dress in the mirror in the hotel room, had already had my hair done at lunchtime. With a golden necklace around my neck and ring jewellery on my fingers. Small creoles hanging from my ears and lipstick smeared on my lips, I stared at myself in the mirror. I guess I was quite confident in what I was wearing.

The make-up was not too exaggerated, the dress not too minimum.
Just breathe...
In, one, two. Out, one, two.

A ping of my phone brought my attention back to the bedside table on which it was still charging. I scurried over, quickly picking it up once I saw it was a message from Tom.

Tom:
You left your bra in my room.
05:23 pm.

A dirty minded blush crept its way onto my cheeks that had no permission churning my insides that hard. The text was quite misleading for the fact all we did last night was order room service, for which I changed into some of Tom's cozy clothes because I firstly- felt like it, secondly- his clothes smelled amazing, and thirdly- in case I slurped food, at least I didn't get my clothes dirty. But that was it, really. We had a nice evening, but no kind of interaction below the belt.

Y/N:
Oups. Can you bring it to me?
05:25pm.

He sent me a wink emoji, two minutes later there was a knock on my door and I opened it to a perfect looking man in a suit with his hair styled back. A tie hung tightly around his neck, but rather took my breath away than his.

His eyes locked onto mine, widening in awe at the sight of my dress and a soft gasp escaped his lips. He had looked me up and down more than once. A mixture of disbelief and admiration danced within his irises, held captive by the sheer beauty that engulfed me in that moment.

My heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the intensity of his reaction. The dress I had chosen—delicate, yet daring—hugged my silhouette, accentuated my curves, and cascaded down gracefully, whispering secrets of elegance with every movement. The color, a vibrant shade that complemented my features, seemed to fascinate him more than it did me. I could hardly keep the butterflies calm that were freaking out in the shadow of his gaze.
"Wow." He whispered, a sparkle in his eye as he could no longer take his eyes off me.

A distant laugh in the corridor widened both of our eyes. It was not forbidden to talk to work colleagues, but Tom was standing outside my hotel room with my bra in his hands, and since none of us wanted to be caught, especially not just before the election, I grabbed Tom by the arm and pulled him into the room before the voices could reach us.

I closed the door behind us and took the bra from his hand as we stood in the room.
"Thanks for bringing it by." I exclaimed. He nodded, a nervous smile playing on his lips. In addition, his forehead was glossy and his hands rubbed the wrinkles on his shirt smoothly as if they were the most important thing at that moment.

He was so nervous, I imagined I even caught a little flush on his cheeks, but that was quickly replaced by paleness as he swallowed a deep breath and looked around the room.

He had been in here before, yet he took it in once again. Now that all the clothes were spread out on my bed, underwear dangling over the chair and even a sock hanging on the door handle to the bathroom that I had hung there after accidentally getting it wet, my room looked completely different than the last time he was sleeping here.

"Sorry for the mess. Had not planned for any visitors." I tried to discreetly tidy up a bit, starting by taking the sock off the handle and throwing unnecessary clothes back into the suitcase.
"Don't worry, I'm still used to that from you."
A deep chuckle left my mouth.
"What? That I never had visitors or that my room was always untidy?" He hesitated for a moment as a smirk stretched across his face. Wide and amused, he thought of a good reply.
"A mixture of both. Yeah, you never had many visitors, but that was for the best. I didn't like visitors anyway, don't even get me started on that Dennis guy you brought in at one point."
Oh Derrek. Yeah. Tom wasn't a huge fan of him.
"Oh come on. Derrek wasn't actually that bad." I defended him. Tom took a slow step towards me in defence.
"Are you tryin' to make me jealous Y/N?" He asked, in his voice, a rich smooth accent.
When I didn't answer, he grabbed my hips and playfully pinched my flesh. "Because it's working!" His breath hit hot against my lips, mouth so close, the tension between us, could have been cut with a child's scissors.