My Boss and I - a Tom Hiddleston fanfiction

2 What would I do without you?

INT. HOTEL ROOM - MORNING

Few knocks on the door before it opens.
Tom is sitting on the couch scrolling through his emails when Claire walks in.
He puts down the iPad and smiles at Claire.

TOM
(stretches)
Finally, good morning Claire.

Claire looks around the suite,

CLAIRE
(whispers softly)
 Good morning, Mr Hiddleston. Now where is our little miss...?

Jessica walks out of the bedroom and looks at Tom, then at Claire.

JESSICA
(puzzled)
Tom...? Who is this?

Tom mouths "sorry" before putting on his best "oh shit, I screwed up" face and hurries over to Claire.
Even though this happens occasionally, Claire still couldn't help but rolls her eyes at Tom when her back is still facing Jessica.
Tom grabs Claire's hands,

TOM
(stutters)
D-Darling... look, I can explain.

JESSICA
(raises eyebrows)
What the hell Tom?

Claire makes a scowl face at Tom before turning to face Jessica,

CLAIRE
(stern voice)
That should be my question. I'm his girlfriend. Who ARE you?

Tom, being the best actor,

TOM
She is just a new friend I met last night. I-I was drunk, I didn't mean for all of this to happen....

Disbelief and shock are written all over Jessica's face,
but she quickly shifts the attention to Tom.

JESSICA
(shrugs)
Just so you know, this is a one-night thing. I wasn't aware he's in a relationship. But what's done is done. I'm no home wrecker or anything close to it, but I am not sorry either.

Before Claire could say anything,

JESSICA (cont'd)
I, however, feels sorry for you.

Jessica then looks at Tom before she walks into the bedroom to collect her purse,

JESSICA (cont'd)
You should leave your boyfriend. Bet it's not the first time he fools around behind your back. Was he really yours to begin with if he's hooking up with me?

Tom raises an eyebrow when Claire turns to face him.
After gathering all her personal belongings, Jessica is moving over to the door,

JESSICA
(exclaims)
So... I guess I'll show myself out the door then. You two can kiss and make up or whatever. It was a fun night though. Goodbye, Tom.

And with that, Jessica is out of Tom's life.
Claire blinks her eyes a few times, looking at Tom,

CLAIRE
Well, that was surprisingly easy.

TOM
(apologetic smile)
I thought it was going to be a difficult one as she has had the whole weekend planned out for us. Again, I wish to have no strings attached. Not into her.

Tom brings Claire's hands close to his lips before planting a kiss on her knuckles.

TOM (cont'd)
I am very sorry that I got you into this. Thank you for always doing this. You deserve a pay raise, darling.

Claire blushes again at Tom's gesture. It has become a habit of Tom lately.
Although it is a common thing for the British, but Tom has never addressed anyone else with terms of endearments, at least no one that Claire knows of.
Tom moves over to the bar counter.

CLAIRE
Anything for you, Mr Hiddleston. One tiny thing though, if you don't mind me asking... do you have a particular taste?

Tom gives Claire a bright smile and reaches for a tea bag,

TOM
(raises an eyebrow)
A particular taste in tea, you mean?

CLAIRE
(clears throat)
Um... I meant in women. Like preferences. It's your third... girlfriend, that I've helped deal with. They all seem so different in terms of attitude and behaviour, and yet shares a few similarities... like the way they look.

TOM
(interested)
Oh? What do you think are the similar attributes then?

Claire tries to recall what the other two women looks like,

CLAIRE
They are all about my height, they have...

While Claire is describing Tom's choices in women,
Tom looks at her amusingly and stifles a laugh,

TOM
Well, well, aren't you simply just describing yourself now darling? Maybe I'm attracted to them because they reminded me of you?

Claire freezes at his words,
and finally comes to realisation,

CLAIRE
(bites lower lip)

Holy shit... must have been a coincidence, right?

Tom notices her little habit.
Claire is thinking to change the topic to avoid continuing this awkward conversation when Tom grins,

TOM
(not looking up)
Have a seat, please. Chamomile tea?

Claire nods and moves over to the couch.
She sits down and pulls out her iPad from her bag.

CLAIRE
That sounds lovely, yes please.

Scrolling through her emails,

CLAIRE (cont'd)
Harper Collins Publishing has invited you to their fundraising charity ball next weekend. Should I confirm your attendance? Your new tux is ready for collection on Wednesday, I have also ....

Tom walks over to the couch and places Claire's chamomile tea on the side table while Claire goes on and on reporting to him his schedule and what is happening for the following week.
Tom looks at Claire with his head resting on the palm of his hand.

TOM
Adorable.

When Claire takes a quick peek at Tom, she catches him staring at her.
She then quickly wraps up her summarise report.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
(soft inhale – for talking nonstop)
... and you have dinner plans on Friday evening with Christian.

TOM
(smiles)
What would I do without you Miss Carter?