Spoiled

Chapter 3

          Lunch with your father was always quiet Pleasant. But today's lunch was quite a bit awkward to say the least. Tom and your dad would have these funny tall tails about what happened at work. They talk about work like it was something you knew all about. You were not a business type of girl. Sure you wanted to get into the fashion Industry, only to design. What your father and Tom did was beyond boring. Then there was the awkwardness between you and Tom. Knowing what he had seen, as he sat there acting like nothing happened. Though every once in while through out lunch it felt like Toms eyes were burning your flesh with his intense stare. You tried to hide behind your hair or you glass of water. Your eyes on other things in the elaborate restaurant.

        "Honey, have you heard back from any of those business schools we talked about." Your dad looked over at you suddenly. Making Tom turn his full attention on you. Tom smirk never wavered.

        "Oh, I um, got accepted into Fashion Institute of Technology." You whispered you knew you father really didn't like the idea of a frivolous study. He wanted you to go into business. Hoping you would take over when he retired. You were his only child. Knowing your dad didn't approve. You could only Sit there uncomfortably shifting in your set. Not like you hadn't been squirm under Tom's stare.

          "Princess, that is not an acceptable career." You father sighed heavily disapprovingly. "You're -" was about to continue until Tom cleared his throat.

        "Eric, I think y/n would do exceedingly well in the industry. She dose have a knack for it. Y/n is always "so well" put together." Tom praised you, putting a little more emphasize on the 'Well'. Tom's gaze never leaving yours. As a blush spread across your cheek. Did Tom just defend you. "And beside they do still teach them the business aspect of the industry there."

          "Well, I still think it's not the best. But if it fails then your going to a business school." You father sighed. You mouth went slack.

            "Really? Oh thank you daddy." You squealed in excitement. Throwing your arms around him hugging him. Sure you couldn't believe it.  Never thinking he would listen to Tom. He did trusted the man, but still. You looked over at Tom. Mouthing 'thank you,' to him as well. Which he replied back with. 'You're welcome princess.' A smug smile on his face and you swore he winked at you.

          To say you were all to happy when lunch was over was an understatement. Your father and Tom headed back to the office. After they made sure you took the town car back home. Before you made it back home your phone buzzed. You could only hope it wasn't who you thought it was. To your relief it was your bestie texting you.

         Bestie: Girl, I just passed my exam we're going out for drinks. If convenient

          Bestie: if inconvenient, we're going out to get wasted. I know the perfect place. Get that sexy ass moving. We're going to get you laid.. Oh and wear that one outfit, the one that makes me want to have you.

         Y/n: which one is that one? You have like twenty of them that you say that too.

         Bestie: ugh, be there in ten.

       You rolled your eyes as you made your way into the building. You smiled at the door man. Greeting you with a 'afternoon Miss'. He had been working their for a few years now. He was fairly young and not bad looking. He nodded as he held the door for you. Heading up to your appointment. Which had its own elevator. Ten minutes later your best friend showed up.

       "The party has arrived." She announced as he gave you a hug. "All right lets get that sexy ass of your drunk and laid. Though it would be better if it was that tall drink of a British man. But you won't march your ass into his office. So until then." Giggling as she smack your ass. Making you yelp a bit.

          "Really. Are you sure he's not seeing someone?" You sighed while your friend dragged you into your large bedroom.

          "Hey, I did my research. He's one of New York City sexiest bachelors. And London's as well." She hummed. "Now stop doubting me." She bopped your nose. As she looked through clothes.

            "Are you sure about this place?" You questioned your friends sanity. When you both pulled up to a hole in the wall bar. It wasn't like it was in a bad part of town. Just not what you would step foot in. Rock music played, leaking through the wood door. Few people outside smoking. Chatting away until you both headed for the door. Few of the men stopped to stare at you both. You friend decided to give them a little wave before going through the door. "Please don't."

           "What? He was cute." She yelled over the music. Pulling your hand along as she made her way through the crowd. Turning heads as you passed. Finding a table in the corner, that was closet to the bar. Leaving you for a moment to get drinks. "So lay it on me, how was lunch with your dad and TTTom." She wiggles her eyebrows. After getting around of shots. So you told her.

          "It couldn't have been any more awkward. With that damn smirk, and intense gaze. I felt like I was under interrogation. Then he sided with me on going to fashion school. Like what. Oh and my dad agreed. Like the hell. Ugh. He annoying. Oh and he called me princess! Princess! The way he says it though." You ranted, swiping your tongue along the class of your shot.

          "Oh, you soo want to climb that like a tree. I'm telling you, that he so wants to tap that cute ass of yours. We all know you want him too." She teased.

         "Oh god, no! He's like 40." You sighed, downing your shot. Feeling the colored liquor burn down your throat.

         "38 to be precise." She smirked. "Remember I googled him."

          "See he closer to 40. And now I'm going to go get the next round." You stated scooting of the bench before your friend could say any thing more. Weaving in and out of people as you headed towards the bar. Never minding what or who was around you. Finding yourself standing at the bar, waving down the bartender. "Can I get two purple nerpples." You leaned over the bar a bit to tell the her what you wanted. Watching the bubbly blonde make your drinks.

        "Dose daddy know your here princess." A familiar deep voice purred near your ear. Making you jump a bit.