Spoiled

Chapter 1

A/n: this is an AU.. also there is an OC I gave the readers Father a name.

        *y/n: So be honest, what one should I wear under that little black dress? I seriously need to get laid, even if it kills me. I'm going on two years here. This nun shit is getting old.*

        The text to your bestie stated, fallowed by three different photos. All of you in lingerie. The first one was pink mesh with white lace. Peekaboo holes along the side, with garter belt. Cute, sweet and sexy. The Second one was a white laced baby doll with lace matching panties. It made you look innocently sexy. And the third one was a mesh and lace bodysuit black high waisted lace panties. No bra but perfectly place lace the covered your nipples. Showing off side and under boobs. That had to be your favorite, and totally hell kitten, sexy.

           *y/n: Or I could just wear the black one all on its own. Just throw a bra on and there you go Instant outfit. That just screams sex.*

        Tom had just got out of his third meeting of the day. A bit tied as me milked his fourth or fifth tea of the day. And it was only nine thirty in the morning. Finally getting a moment to check his phone. It had been going off like crazy in the last half an hour. Hoping it wasn't his mum, she had been a little unwell the last few months. Pulling his phone out, he took another sip from the paper cup. His eyebrows raised in confusion. Why would you send him five messages. Sure you had texted him that morning letting him know that his partner your dad had lost his phone and was running a bit behind. He really didn't talk with you other then when you were around your father. Daddy's little princess. You were probably about seven or eight when he had meet you. He was twenty two when he was signed on as a partner after his own father passed.

        You were a brat then. Sure you grew up and out of those pig tails, in to a highly stunning woman. But you never grew out of the little princess stage. You father paid for everything. Your car, your penthouse, hell you had your own set of credit card your father paid for as well. Unlike Tom who had to work hard for everything, sure his dad was rich. But he wanted Tom to learn, getting a job working towards things he wanted. His first job was at the company when he was sixteen. Had to go through interviews and everything. He worked his ass of just like his dad had.

          Not paying any attention to his surroundings he opened his phone up. Reading the first text his eyes widened at what was said. 'So daddy's little princess wasn't as innocent as she claims.' As you first photo started to download, to about the top curves of your breasts. That damn Tiffany's Rose gold diamond pendant with your initials, resting just perfectly above the valley of your full breasts. Before the photo could finish loading. Tom came to a very abrupt stop. As he ran into someone, not just anyone no, it had to be your father Mr.  y/l/n. To make matters worse Tom spilled the remainder of his tea, on the older man.

        "Shit, I'm so sorry Eric." Tom stammered out. Tom face clearly shocked. Eric only laughed. He was always was a kind man at least.

         "It's all right Tom. Kids theses days always on their phone. Though I'm curious as to what has you all flustered. Finally find the 'one'." Eric's booming laugh came from the man jolly stature. As he patted Tom's shoulder. Tom quickly shoved his phone into his pants pocket.

         "No nothing of the short." Tom chuckle a bit nervously. Rubbing the back of his head.

          "Well, try and keep your eyes off that phone of yours. I swear just like y/n she's always on the damn thing as well."  Eric sighed as he made his way to his office.

            "How is your daughter?" Tom asked before the man was out of ear shot. Small smirk played on his face.

            "Ah. Yes, she is doing well. In fact she should be here soon. Would you care to join us for lunch?" Eric turned to look at Tom. A proud smile on his lips.

          "I think I might just do that. Just need to run a few things down to financing." Tom smiled in amusement. As he left for the lift. Opening his phone back up. The photo's fully downloaded. Giving Tom an eye full of what was hidden underneath your clothes. Sending you a quick response back. With a bit of a smirk.

            *Tom: Miss y/l/n, I find this highly inappropriate, and hope that this was a wrong number situation.*
          
            Tom was waiting for the lift, when it finally opened. He smirked as he spotted you standing off to the side, focused on the numbers as the elevator went up. When he had stepped in, clearing his throat. Making his presence known. Once you glanced over, the tapping of your heeled shoe stopped. Instantly your faces flushed, then looked away. Tom smirk grow.

           "Good morning Miss. y/l/n." Tom purred in amusement. Tom reaches over pressing the same floor over. Just to watch you squirm. Then moved to the back of the lift, His lean form leaning against the back wall. Watching you fidget with your phone. Obviously trying not look at him.

            "Uh- m-morning." You stuttered. Clearly embarrassed, as you cheeks were a lovely shade of pink. Just a shade darker then the powder pink gloss that painted your plump lips.

            The ride up was silent. Tom's eyes couldn't help but look down at you. Even though he only got a quick glimpses of those photos, it was enough to keep his eye wondering over your form. 'She is the daughter of your business partner Tom, she is fifteen years younger then you. You can't go there. No matter how hot she is.' That little voice in the back of his head claimed. 'Though then again, it's not like your best friend and his wife don't have an age gap. Nope not going there, she's a spoiled little princess.' Tom told himself. As his eyes  noticeably stared, at your backside and what little thigh that was exposed.

        Apparently the doors couldn't open fast enough for you. Making Tom chuckle as your slipped between them while they were still opening. Rushing towards your fathers office. Tom only fallowed as he was heading the same way. Catching the door before it shut, walking in to see you walk up to your father. Kissing his cheek lightly.

              "Hi daddy." Your voice always so sweet and innocent when you spoke to your dad.

                "Hey baby girl." He rose from his set giving you a hug. "Ready for lunch?" You nodded.

                 "What happened to your shirt daddy?" You point out. A little shocked, you father never had a stained shirt.

               "Ah well you know you young people always looking at their phones." He's looked over at Tom.
   
               "Again sorry about that Eric." Tom started to say making you Jump. Making Tom silently chuckle. "I ended get a few interesting texts earlier this morning."