Tall, Dark and Handsome

Chapter 17

For a man who made around a hundred thousand dollars per day, I don't know why I found it so impressive that he drove a Jaguar. The sleek black luxurious car purred to a stop right in front of the tallest building in London before we fully even got out of the door. Apparently, John had taken the day off and Tom had driven himself to work today. The attendant, who had the sharpest pair of grey eyes I have ever seen, got out of the car and handed the keys to Tom, nodded his head, and walked off back to the parking garage on the other side of the building without saying any words. I clutched my beaten up briefcase in my hand tighter as I trailed my eyes from my scuffed pumps to the man who stood beside me. My cheeks immediately bloomed a brilliant scarlet when our eyes locked.

"Shall we?" He smirked, walking towards the car on the empty street. And just like that, I broke out of my trance and walked over to the car, intimated by sheer power the engine could instil. This was a really nice car. Tom raised an eyebrow when I finally slid into the buttery soft seats and promptly shut the door for me, walking around the car, and then settling himself in the driver seat. The car vroomed to life with a twist of his keys and just like that, we sped off down the streets of London, cruising soundlessly, turning sharp corners, changing lanes, and all in the while having the engine gently hum underneath me. The speed we were currently driving could have easily been brushed off as the Jaguar's normal ability but I could tell by the tight grip he had on the steering wheel that his agitation had something to with it. Before I could think of something clever to say in hopes of relaxing his mind, we were already turning into a private residential area with front guards and a big fence to match. His window slowly rolled down and met the eyes of a bald man with a scar slashed across his cheek like someone had taken a marker and drew on his face for fun. Tom nodded his head once more like with his car attendant, no words exchanged, and the gates were opened. He drove forward, passed the gates, and around the corner to where the massive mansion he must have called home sat. The lights inside were already turned on, showcasing what little view the windows could give, a diamond chandelier hanging high above, a grand piano sitting comfortably in what appeared to be the sitting room, and more paintings from world renowned artists hanging on the white walls. The lawn was well taken care of along with the bed of flowers and bushes near the front marble steps. He rounded the curve of the driveway until he stopped in front of the impressively tall front doors. I realized only now that my mouth was hanging slightly open at the beautiful sight. This man actually lived here! Here! It looked like a bloody picture someone googled.

My door opened, his blue eyes concentrated on me the entire time as I stumbled out of the car, briefcase slipping out of my shaky hands while I looked past his shoulder, still looking at his house. Just then the door opened, exposing a grand marble staircase sitting in full view, a small brunette lady, beaming a friendly smile down at us both. He had staff!

Well of course he had staff, Amelia. You can't think he actually washes the floor and does the dusting himself in this gigantic house after a long day at work.

"You look stunned." Tom commented dryly, shutting the door behind me, he tossed his keys to another man who appeared out of nowhere and caught it gracefully. The man got into the car and drove it around the corner, no doubt parking the pricey vehicle in a private parking garage.

"It's—" I blanked on what to describe his house. "It's really big."

Tom snorted, shook his head, and placed his hand on the small of my back, motioning me towards the front door. "You get used to it."

"I don't think I would ever get used to it." I muttered underneath my breath. "Probably would get lost going to the bathroom."

He laughed again, louder this time. I hadn't realized he had heard every single word I said causing me to blush another shade deeper. "Sorry." I apologized, biting my lower lip.