[Christian] Chains & Whips

[Tiffany Grace DiNozzo]

The events of last night were still a little fuzzy. She had been out celebrating the fact that she had landed her dream internship with Vogue, and instead of waking up bright and early this morning to go work out with her cousins’ girlfriend, she was waking up in what had to be the most comfortable bed she’d ever been in her entire life. Unfortunately, her brain was hurting too badly for her to fully be able to appreciate it. Tiffany narrowed her eyebrows with her eyes closed, not entirely wanting to get up. What had happened. The last thing she remembered clearly was talking to Gabe and he was going to come find her and take her to IHOP. She had been craving bacon so bad. And that was in the image of her sitting on a kitchen counter entered her mind. Not just any kitchen counter. It was pristine, modern, sleek. And the person making the bacon for her, such nice shoulders and his back that formed perfectly down to his hips. Then when he turned around in her image her eyes shot up. Christian White. She was in Christian White’s kitchen last night. Which might mean that she was in Christian White’s bed right now. Tiffany groaned as she brought her hand up to her forehead, the cold metal of her wedding ring colliding against her skin and made her realize just how warm she actually was. She looked down at her body, legs wrapped carelessly around the sheets but those were definitely not her sweatpants. Tiffany put her hands to the side, pushing herself up and out of bed before she turned to sit up on the side of the bed, running her fingers into the crease of her eyes to wake herself up a bit more. Where were her clothes?

Tiffany abandoned the bed, bringing her hand to the side of her stomach where she could feel a small bruise, probably from stumbling last night. She might not have her clothes but she was suddenly very aware of the fact that her hair was probably an uncontrollable mess. She brought her fingers up to her hair, combing it down quickly to get it to fall over her shoulders normally. It was then that she realized caring about her appearance was slightly ridiculous. She was in a mans bedroom, who wasn’t even in there. Not only that but he was Christian White so he was probably in some sort of meeting right now. And she was wearing her wedding ring, even though her faux husband had long since deceased. She was the last person he would be interested in. In fact he probably regretted meeting her the day she had come into his office with paperwork from his investment with Mason. Look at the annoyance it had created him. Tiffany took in a deep breath and sighed, moving over to the window that overlooked the city. Leave it to Christian to be in a place where he could oversee everything, control freak that he was. He was gone, she needed to get home. She needed her clothes, but more than anything she just wanted to get home and get out of his way for when he did get back. Which meant she needed her phone. Usually she slept with it, falling asleep with her hand grasping onto it underneath the phone. Tiffany turned away from the window and went back to the bed, crawling on it as she shuffled around on her knees, lifting pillows and moving the sheets to try and find where she might have misplaced it.

Outfit

[Christian Jacob White]

“Yeah, sure thing. Tomorrow it is.” Christian said into his Blackberry with slight annoyance. Franco was an incredible business man, but an even better golfer. Christian truly despised the game of golf, but there was so much business to be done on the fairways and Franco didn’t do meetings. Christian furrowed his brow as he placed the phone down on the breakfast bar. Rolling his neck he sighed and then got up and walked to the window of the great room. He really had the best view in the entire city. Christian really did have everything, well almost everything. There was an emptiness inside of him. He had been filled with sadness and his days were blending together. Until recently. When he met Tiffany DiNozzo, everything changed. She was all he could think about. That day she came into his office, that day changed everything. He really couldn’t get that damned woman out of his mind. It was beginning to piss him off. He had only met this woman once, one damn time and she was always son his mind. Their meeting replayed in his head over and over again. And when she called him drunk last night, he knew he had to get to her. She didn’t answer his calls or texts and she definitely did not tell him where she was. Good thing he knew how to track a cell phone. Good thing he got there when he did too, she was absolutely wasted. Tiffany was raging on about how she wanted IHOP. Hell no. She was eating at his place and then going right to bed. He was not letting her out of his sight. The whistling of the teapot pulled Christian out of his thoughts, just in the knick of time too.

Christian strolled over to the stove, shutting off the burner and pouring the hot water into the tea cup he had put aside with the rest of the breakfast he had prepared for Tiffany. Christian picked up the tray after he placed the cup of orange juice and two Advil capsules on it. He walked to the bedroom and slowly opened the door. She was awake. Christian smirked to himself when he saw her crawling all over the bed, rustling through the pillows, looking for something. He loved this view. Cool it Christian. He licked his lips slowly and cocked his head to the side a bit. He watch her like this for hours. As badly as he wanted to stare at her perfect bottom all day, he had things to do. “Ahem.” he cleared his throat. “Looking for something?” he asked with a coy smile. Christian walked over to the end of the bed, sat down and placed the try down beside him. He handed her the glass of orange juice and the Advil capsules, “Take them.” he said in an authoritive manner.

[Tiffany Grace DiNozzo]

“ Ugh” Tiffany said out loud, reaching back between the mattress and the headboard as she tried to feel for something, anything that might resemble her phone. Finally she sat away from it, figuring it was no use. Then again sometimes she did sleep upside down, maybe she left it at the bottom of the sheets. But before she could get an angle to start looking, she heard Christian clear his throat and looked up to see him carrying a tray. “ Oh,.. yeah. Actually.. I can’t find my phone” she said as she stepped off of the bed carelessly, tripping slightly on the sheet before she stood up straight and cleared her throat. “ Or my..” she started off, thinking to herself ‘underwear’. Surely there was a more polite way of saying it. “ Clothes..” she settled on, though hearing herself say it sounded sort of weak and beneath her breath. But it seemed like he was either already aware of what she was missing, or just flat out didn’t care, because he was holding out a glass of orange juice to her and the capsules. She narrowed her eyebrows slightly, hearing the tone he had spoken in and decided it was best to not fight him on it. She placed the two capsules in her mouth and took the smallest sip imaginable of the orange juice before she set the glass back down on the tray. It was nice of him to make her breakfast but quite frankly she just couldn’t eat this early in the morning. So to show appreciation for the gesture she reached down and picked up a strawberry, placing it between her lips before she bit into it and turned around to look around the room.

“ Clothes..” she reminded herself as she reached down and started to tear off her shirt with her back to Christian. She’d come to the conclusion that he must be gay, because she’d been drunk as shit in his apartment all night, in his bed,.. panty-less and he had made no move to try and get with her. What she had forgotten about though was the fact that she was looking for her clothes, including her bra and underwear. Tiffany narrowed her eyebrows, bringing her arm up over the bare skin of her chest to cover herself before she looked at him. “ Can I… Do you know where my clothes are?” she questioned quietly before she took a few strides closer back to him. “ You’re clearly dressed for the day” she said, gesturing with her free hand to his outfit. “ Seems that I should get dressed to get out of your way.. I’m.. so sorry about last night” she offered before giving him a weak smile. He was a busy man, the last thing he needed to deal with was a stupid college girl making a drunken mess of herself. It was a shame really, that he was so tempting. The crisp collar against his neck made it look tantalizing, like an invitation to bite against it and see what it tasted like. She blinked, forcing herself out of her daydream before she looked back into his eyes and smiled.