Based on Tom Hiddleston's villainous character from Jaguar. Ellie is my creation inspired by the Dallas TNT series. She is the daughter of J.R and Sue Ellen Ewing. The main characters are Tom and Ellie, but John Ross and other Ewings appear in a few scenes.
WARNING: I wrote Tom's character as a crime lord inspired by the Jag commercial. Read the tags because I did not write him as a teddy bear. He is cocky, deadly, and dominating in this! Oh and he LOVES sex...
Author's note: I do not have a degree in journalism and I am dyslexic, so yes, you will find mistakes in my writing. I hope you still enjoy the read :)
Jag doesn't call my villain Loki or Tom, so I am naming him Tom in this story even though Loki was the villain! If it makes this story fit better, Loki came down from Asgard and became a British Crime Lord...
"Let me help you with those." Ellie offered fondly, the spicy aroma of Texas style beef ribs and molasses pulled pork settling in her nostrils. There was nothing more scrumptious than marinated meat smoked tender for twelve hours over hickory.
Smiling, Carmen shook her head in a scolding manner. The same manner she had used on Ellie as a child when she tried to avoid social gatherings. "No, this is a BBQ. You should be enjoying yourself. It is my job to serve your guests."
Sighing with defeat, the young woman captured a strand of wind tossed hair and bound it behind her ear. "They are not really my guests. They are my family's business associates and the ones who are not are just here to kiss John Ross' behind."
"You remind me so much of your grandmother; God rest her dear sweet soul. She loved this ranch, but despised the oil business. Now off with you, child. I have BBQ to tend." The plump woman said with a thick Spanish accent.
Ellie kissed her family's cook of 25 years on the cheek and drug her feet to the lawn where the feast was taking place. Oil barons, business men, and stockholders littered the yard, most of them tipsy, laughing loud, and all of them beaming of fake smiles and dubious agendas.
Ellie scanned the crowd, studying the faces one by one, measuring them up until her gaze fell upon a tall handsome gentleman with broad shoulders donning an expensive suit. They were in the midst of Texas summer. Whoever he was, he wasn't from the south and had no idea how to dress for a BBQ. He was probably a northerner down from New York or Boston looking to invest in Texas' black gold.
Ellie snatched a glass of ice tea and headed to hide under a shady oak when her brother John Ross summoned her to join him. He was engaged in what seemed like a tense conversation with the out of place stranger. He glanced up as if he had planned on only acknowledging her presence with a quick nonchalant peek, but froze, his lips evolving into a handsome smile as their eyes locked in greeting.
"Tom, this is my darling baby sister, Ellie Ewing." Tom noticed John Ross introduced his sister with his fingers possessively wrapped around her upper arm. The little honey blonde did not seem to notice, obviously used to her brother's over-protectiveness.
Up close, Ellie read the man was probably in his early thirties, his hands soft and manicured. He had probably never earned a hard day's labor in his entire life.
"Baby? She doesn't look like a baby to me, but darling is a sentiment we both can agree on." He said flashing her a radiant smile revealing a roll of perfect straight pearly whites.
British accent. Ellie blushed. They were worse than southerners with their flirtatious gestures they did not really mean.
"Sister, this is Tom Hiddleston and he is from London. This is his first visit to our lovely state."
Well that is obvious. Ellie smiled gracefully, the way southern women were raised to do. She extended her hand, and sucked in a startled breath when the dashing Brit scooped it up and drew it to his lips planting a swift kiss. It was something like out of Downton Abbey. "It is a delight to make your acquaintance, Ellie."
"What brings you to Texas, Mr. Hiddleston?" She asked sweetly. Tom had no doubt the sweetest in her was genuine and not fake like most women mimicked when trying to appear charming.
"Tom. And business with your brother."
Ellie nodded accepting the vague explanation. No doubt another one of her brother's shady and probably illegal business deals.
John Ross added with a wink. The wink signifying how important this man was to him. "Tom is considering funding our arctic leases."
"I see." Ellie did not make it a point to keep up with the oil business, but she bore an idea how important the arctic leases were to Ewing Industries. She knew since the rig explosion and the accumulating lawsuits that their funds were dwindling thanks to that scum Cliff Barnes. "Well, I will leave you two to it."
Placing a stern hand to halt her abrupt departure, John Ross said, "Now you know we Ewings never mix business with pleasure. Today is Sunday and even God slept on the 7th day. Business will keep. I thought you could show Tom around the ranch while I greet my other guests."
"Yes, Ellie, I would very much like that. I am contemplating purchasing a spread myself."
Glaring at her brother's back as he strolled into the arms of a young bleach blonde with an exceeding full bosom, she asked, "In Texas?"
"Well, that depends on what I see here today."
Ellie felt Tom's reply reflected a double meaning by the naughty twinkle in his eyes and the rakish tone he utilized. She smiled, concealing the lurking feeling tugging at the back of her mind. He was a beautiful man, the living portrait of a distinguished British gentleman, but there was something else about him she could not quite put her finger on. It was almost as if he were predatory and maybe even dangerous.
"Would you like to see the stables?"
"Lead the way." He said trying hard to suppress a smile, amused with her Dixie accent.
Hesitantly, she cast her eyes to his chest, bit her lip and recommended, "Perhaps you are a bit overdressed for the horses."
Tom chuckled, peeling off his jacket. "Yes, your western sun is searing. It never gets this humid in London."
She watched as he smoothed the fabric of his elegant shirt. Ellie smirked. The shirt cost about $800. $800 could feed an entire village in Honduras for weeks. But that wasn't how people like Tom thought. That was the difference between them. The Ewing Family were among the wealthiest in Texas and Ellie did not own a shirt valued over $40.
Tom glanced up just in time to catch her mocking scrutiny, but had no idea the aim of it. She turned to lead him, walking gracefully, hips swaying, her flowing hair swinging against her moon-shaped butt. Tom eyed it all the way to the stable and by the end of the half a mile stroll his manhood was conscious and stirring.
"What breed are you contemplating?" Ellie asked crawling up on a wooden rail to sit.
Tom's gaze immediately fell to the woman's groin. "Breed?"
Trying to mask her discomfort, she crossed her legs now regretting wearing such short shorts. "Longhorn...Brangus...cattle breed!"
Now smiling smugly, he stood only inches from her clearly and shamelessly drinking the sight her curvaceous body. She would fit nicely beneath his body. He could mentally hear her saucy little cries as he thrust himself in and out of her. She would say his name with that alluring western draw as she dug her dainty fingers into his back flesh, and he would obey, fucking her deep and hard, unrelenting. "Oh, I apologize. My mind was elsewhere."
"I can see that!" She snapped with an icy tone.
He chuckled, placing his palm to her knee as if resting. "It is just this place; Texas. It is like another world. It is stunning and so are its beautiful sun-blushed residents. I admire how hospitable you southern women are." He said the last with a hint of seduction.
She knew exactly what he was implying. "We are not that hospitable!" She hissed.
Tom held her glare, reading her soul. She was pristine, but also tameless and reckless. She was like a little wildcat trapped in a diminutive body, her spirit strong and feral.
"You have a lovely name, Ellie. In Greek it means shining light, most beautiful woman. The name is befitting."
"I was named after my granny." Bouncing down, Ellie said "We should return." It was time to take this man back to the party. His mind was on anything but ranching.
Wearing a pompous smirk, he swiftly stepped to the side allowing her to pass.
Huffing with anger, she walked as fast as she could leading him back to the main house, enthusiastically eager to be rid of him. She knew his kind. He was the kind her granny had warned her to stay away from.
As the hours drifted late and the owls chanted their nightly serenade, the guests began to dwindle. Ellie had made it a point to steer clear of the darkly dashing British gent and found no trouble doing so as he had more than his share of alluring women going out of their way to capture his attention. He was something new and refreshing to them as they were to him. Finally, he bid John Ross and her cousin, Christopher, goodnight and glanced around as if seeking out someone misplaced. Ellie cowered, pretty sure that someone was her. Giving up, he called for his car.
Arms crossed, lips curled in scorn, Ellie watched as Tom drove away in a Jag.
A true nature lover, Ellie elected to enjoy the solitude long after the last guest had left. She reclined on the soft grass, back resting on the trunk of a weeping willow, gazing at the starlit pasture filled with the gleaming gold of fireflies. In the distance a coyote wept. All around her crickets summoned the rain. Wind murmured through the leafy branches. Closing her eyes, she inhaled and sighed soothingly, the scent of brewing rain filling her mouth.
Yawning, she decided it was time to call it a night. She had a long day of work on the ranch awaiting and had to be up at dawn.