The day went boring, as she went into her hotel, showered, sent her clothes to the cleaners, and eventually got to recite her speach over and over again. She was messing up badly, because she couldn't get Tom out of her head.

- Enterprise resource planning systems, as we know gave companies a new technology... to strip for an unknown man the first time you meet him... Gaaah... Get yourself together woman, you will screw it up! I know, I know...

This went on for a while, untill she gave up messing around. I have to do this, I don't want to make a mistake in front of him. This has to be perfect. She said to herself picking up the fourth or fifth mug of coffee. Yes, it would be if you wouldn't have almost thrown yourself at him at the first given chance. Shut up! I can't think. Yes, you are just practicing this newly taken habit of yours. Shut up!

The afternoon came quickly, as she was hopelessly reciting her speech over and over again. She had to stop and start to get ready for her date. The most of her best clothes were at the cleaners, so she panicked. She got up her bag and ran out to buy a dress from somewhere. She asked the woman at reception where could she find a nice and close store for formal dresses. The woman pointed out a close address, she thanked her and ran off. The store was almost closed and she begged the shop assistant to get her a dress, no matter the cost. The woman smiled and pointed out a short black dress with a deep cleavage.

- The others are not formal enough and the little black dress is a classic appearance.

- Fine, just let me try it on, I'm not sure what my size is.

- My guess would be a six or a five. But our largest is a five.

She tried the dress on. It looked quite decent, but was a little bit thight and left a little too much cleavage.

- How is it, miss?

She opened the curtains and showed to the assistant.

- It suits you quite nicely, gives out your... curves. – yes, thank you for pointing out that I'm fat –

- I'll take it, thank you. I'd need the bolero for it as well.

She payed and hurried back to her room to get ready. She thanked herself for exchanging pounds before she got onto the airplane. She showered once again nervously, put on some make-up, a light shade of grey to pop out her eyes, slightly curved her long hair to give it some volume, it wouldn't stay in the form she wanted anyway. She started to put her clothes on. She did not put on a bra, for the dress left that much cleavage, it would just look wrong. She got on another pair of suspenders, since she left her other ones at Tom. She smiled wickedly to herself imagining the face he could have made, when he realised. She got on her shoes and looked at her clock. It was quarter to seven and Tom could be there in any minute. She checked if everything was in her bag, her pendrive with the presentation, her speach, some make-up if it gets messy, some perfume and her phone. The room's phone rang. It was Tom, he was wainting in the lobby. She checked herself out one last time in the mirror. The very dark burgundy lace bolero was a perfect match for the dress.

- Well, it won't get better than this.

She stepped out and made her way to the lobby. As she was walking down the stairs, she saw Tom waiting at the end of them. He looked outstanding in his suit. His hair was combed back again, and he was holding a small box in his hand, eyes glowing as he looked at her. He took her hand and kissed it once again.

- You are breath-taking, my dear.

- You can't complain either. – she winked –

- Here – he handed the small box to her –, a small something to get back some of my masculinity, since you are taking me to a date.

- You shouldn't have. – she opened the box – Oh, chocolate, thank you, Tom. We should get going though – although I'd rather just take you back to my room – since I will be the main auditor.

- Well, – he lent his arm to her to grab on with a grin – let's move on then.

As they arrived at the reception glances were thrown at them immediately. Their coats were taken and went into the aula. It was decorated nicely, white drapes everywhere and there was a live band playing softly in the background. The tables were set in front of the podium and waiters were cruising to satisfy all guests' needs. There was an open bar at the other end of the room for the ones who wanted more, than champaigne. A grey haired man approached them.

- Ah, our guest of honour, you arrived! – he greeted them with a thick scottish accent -

- Hello, Simon. – she shook hands with him – Simon, I would like you to meet my guest, Tom.

- Nice to meet, you I'm dr. Simon McGrath.

- Tom Hiddleston.

- Let me lead you to your seats.

- No, thank you, I don't want to sit down yet. I'm nervous.

- I understand. Well your table is the one in the middle at the front row. I have to move on to greet other guests. I'll see you at the table.

- See you. – her voice now lost all of its dignity trembling those short words –

- Are you that nervous, dear?

- Yes, sorry, I hate talking in front of people.

- You don't have to be sorry, here, let's get something to drink.

He held her by her waist and lead her to the open bar. He ordered two shots of absynthe with water and sugar.

- Maybe the small ceremony of it will lighten you up.

He was a gentleman. They sat down to their table and chatted. Simon brought some other BI specialists, acquainted them untill the head of the university went on the podium. He gave his speech, greeted everyone and asked Tünde to come up. Tom squeezed her hand and winked at her while she stood up.

The speech went surprisingly well. After the first few sentences she got into the run of it and even started joking. Although her speech was half an hour long, at the end, everyone stood up and clapped.

- You were amazing. – he whispered in her ear –

- Thank you, I was afraid I'll mess it up.

- Well you didn't. You kept your calm and done it marvelously. Cheers! – he lifted his glass –

- Cheers. – came from everyone –

The next auditor got up the podium and started his speech.

- Do you think it will be rude to go out a little. I'm still nervous, I need a cigarette.

- I don't think so.

- And coffee, I need coffee.

They stood up, got coffee and went out.

- Light you up, dear?

- Yes, thank you, I think I forgot mine at the hotel. I can't believe it's over.

- You are still shaking – he laughed –

- Yes, I know, as I said, I REALLY hate giving speeches. But now I couldn't care less. I'm glad I'm done with it.

- You don't care about the other auditors? – he smiled mockingly –

- Not at all, Simon begged me for months to even consider coming.

- Well, I must thank him for succeeding.

They talked outside for an hour until they realised that the music was on again inside.

- Ah, great, the boring part is over! – she said and he chuckled at her remark –

- You always tend to surpise me. – he laughed –

- Do you dance?

- Yes, of course. Shall we?

He offered his arm and lead her in. A light waltz was going. He danced well, she noted to herself. Well, he's an actor, what did you expect?... Dancing naked for one... Stop it, don't be that easy... After the waltz a nice irish song played.

- Oh, I know this! – she exclaimed it and sang along - Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the ways to Dublin, a-whack-fol-lol-de-ra. – she grabbed his arm and started to spin around singing –

He was shocked. It this the same woman who a little time ago was nervous about appearing in front of a crowd? They spinned around the dancefloor laughing, breathing heavily, hence the pace. After the end of the song they were still laughing, holding the other's arm.

- How did you know that?

- It was an old bet, that I can't learn the lyrics, so I gave in and done it. It was hard as hell, since I don't have an irish accent and this song is dead without it. At first I couldn't even understand which language he is singing in. Ah, I'm thirsty from all this. Fancy another drink?

- Yes, sure.

He lead her to the bar again. As they were wainting for their drinks a group of young women gathered around them. They were laughing about dresses until they noticed Tom.

- I'm sorry, but aren't you Tom Hiddleston?

- Yes, I am.

- How are you even here? – the girl started tapping his arm and asking several personal questions in a row, not leaving him time to even speak –

- He is a guest here, and mind your manners. Let's move along, dear.

She dragged him away from the table to another spot, where they couldn't be seen.

- I am so sorry for that. I always forget, how known you are. Should have thought that many students will be here as well. I'm sorry, it must be terrible, not having any privacy.

- You don't have to be sorry, it wasn't your fault. It isn't that hard to handle, but I wasn't prepared to be recognised here.

- Yes, but I wanted you to have a good time here, not to be harassed.

- I am having a good time, thanks to you. – the first tacts of a cha-cha started – Are you hearing this? One of my favourite dances. Would you like to?

- Yes.

What are you doing, Tom? The cha-cha is one of the most sensual dances in the world. You are going to get carried away again... SHUT UP! They stepped on the dancefloor once again. As he held her as close as possible, her blood pressure rose. They did not stay that way for too much time, since the dance steps needed them to part. But when they got closer, his breath on her neck made her skin tingle. As they stepped the last part of the dance he kissed her neck and as a response she let out a small moan and deepend her nails into his back. Another irish song started but they stood the way they were from the former one. Her breath was heavy and could not move. He smiled slyly and asked:

- Do you want go?

- Yes, but I'll have to run errands at first – she came out of the trance she was in –

He smiled as a gentleman and offered her his arm. They went around, said goodbye and thanked Simon for the wonderful evening. She was wondering how could he be all of a sudden a pleasant gentleman in one moment, when he was so sensual in the other. They sat into the cab and were silent during the ride. When they arrived he opened the car's door for her. They stepped into the lobby and Tom stopped.

- Wait a second. – He went to the receptionist and came back with a large bouquet of roses – This is for you, my dear.

- You shouldn't have. – She said as she was holding the roses – Thank you so much.

She leaned in for a hug, but she couldn't resist his touch, she kissed his neck. What are you doing? Having a good time... You just met him yesterday. SHUT UP! He held her closer as he noticed her heartbeat rising.

- We should get inside. – looking at the obviously staring receptionist –

So they did. He held her waist as they stepped inside the lift. They stood there like that, not moving, staring at the door until they reached the fifth floor. He opened his door and lead her in gently. She was confused of his intentions from that on. Why didn't he do anything? After a small defeat in her head she asked:

- Can I ask for a vase? I don't want them to get ruined.

- Certainly. – He said not even looking at her. He brought a vase and two glasses of wine. – There, I wouldn't want them to get ruined either. And now, a toast to you. For being such an amazing woman.

- Be careful, or you'll make me blush – she grinned lifting an eyebrow –

- Maybe I want you to.

He gave that devilish smile again while raising his glass. Her stomach was almost in her throat from that last remark. She wanted to keep her calm, but her hands were trembling. As a result she poured a little bit of wine on her while drinking from the glass. She started to look for a napkin, but he was faster.

- Here, let me. – he said as he took out his from his pocket –

He gently got it off her while being careful enough not touching her breasts. She was breathing fast, trying to keep herself calm. He then leaned in and kissed her neck again.

- Believe I left a spot here – he purred –, and here – he breathed in her ears – and here.

He touched her lips with his hand, then taking her face in it. She looked at him and grabbed his neck. He pulled her closer by her waist with his arm, leaving his other hand on her face. The distance between them evapourated and after a small hesitation his lips finally met hers. She was on fire, pulling him closer her hand wandered under his suit. As he deepend the kiss, she immediately left a line of her nails on his back. He moaned and lifted her up, carrying her to his bed. She put her legs around his waist and felt his need for her. He was kissing her heavily, demanding for her toungue. He caressed her thigh and felt her stockings. Just for me?

- You are quite fierce one for a small woman.

He breathed kissing her neckline and heading for her breasts. She moaned while he was grabbing her legs. Suddenly she moved and turned them, so she could be on top. She got off her bolero leaving her cleavage uncovered. She held his hands down as she started biting his neck, what he rewarded with a growl. She started to unbutton his shirt with haste and when done, again held his hands down. Starting from his neckline she kissed, bit and caressed his torso. He could not bare it anymore, so he got his hands out of hers, sat up and started to pull down the zip on her dress. She was holding his hair when he went to her neck again. Scarred his back when he kissed her now bare breasts. He took the dress off of her in a feral manner, almost tearing it apart. He switched their position, regaining his dominance. Tom stopped for a moment admiring her body. She wasn't skinny, she had curves and she looked like a goddes in those suspenders. He stood up once again, to get rid of his shirt. He wanted to feel her, not leaving anything in the way. They started kissing again and she was untying his belt. He got rid of his trousers and leaned on her again. He started caressing her breasts with his lips and his hands slipped between her thighs. She gave a loud moan. He liked that and from now on his goal was to make her scream. He wandered off her breasts and headed to her pelvis. He got off her lingerie with his teeth. After that he started where he stopped a moment before. He started licking her clitoris giving her reasons to moan even louder.

- Tom! – she exhaled when he started fingering her –

- Yes, love, scream my name, for what I will do to you will ruin you for any other man.

Right before the moment she could get release he stopped. She looked yearning at him.

- Not now, love, you don't want to spoil the fun.

At his surprise she got up, pushed him on his back and got on top of him. She picked up her bolero and tied his hand to the bed. Before he could say anything she kissed him and grabbed his groin. He moaned. She started to kiss his ear.

- My turn.

She whispered in his ear and bite his neck. She wandered down again to his torso, kissing, licking, biting, scratching him, as she felt him pulsate under her. She took of the remaining of his clothing, leaving nothing to cover his largeness. She started to pull on it, then tasted the tip. He moaned, pleeded for her to let go, but she did not comply. She took him fully, not stopping at his words. When she felt he was about to come, she stopped and started all over from his neck again. After the third time of this she let him go.

- Now you'll pay.

He said and he turned her. He was holding her hands to her legs with one hand and caressing her between her thighs with the other. He bit her calve and let her hands go. He held her hips and penetrated her. She moaned out loud as he filled her up thightly. He started with a gentle stance, then escalated into a fast pace. As she couldn't do anything she was almost ripping the bed cushions. As he started to rub her clitoris hard, she let out a faint scream and a moan.

- Is that you can do? – he stopped – Scream or I will not allow your release! – he growled –

- Yes! Tom! Don't stop, please!

- Better.

He said with a devilish smile and he started over again with a slow pace, grabbing her breast. She was moaning, seeing stars as he started to rub her again. He could not slow down this time though, pushing and rubbing more aggressively. As he felt he was about to come, he pushed once very hard and pulled her even closer, making her come as well. She was screaming his name at first but muttering from that on. She could not say a decent word. Nor did he. When it was over, he let her go, falling next to her. Breathing heavily he pulled her close and kissed her untill they fell asleep.