#i . charming smiles wrapped in saint laurent ‚ fits .

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Beechwood Park

pairing: 60′s au (Richard Madden x oc!poc!fem!Reader)

summary: In the late 60′s Cynthia was struggling model who’d just about reached her wits end and succumb to her parents wishes for her to continue her studies. Mr. Madden would say otherwise though.

warnings: age gap, smut, cursing, 18 + material

Series Masterlist

2. Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

She wasn’t sure what to make of the two men sat in front of her as she entered the room. One of them was wearing specs whilst the other man had a streak in his hair, still she couldn’t deny he was handsome. Then the man with specs cleared his throat, “right. Miss Ridge I’m assuming?” She quickly composed herself, “yes sir. A pleasure to meet you,” she spoke sweetly and softly as she extended her hand out. 

A quick handshake and a gesture for her to sit came by quickly before he spoke again, “I’m Mr. Egerton. We spoke briefly over the telephone. I looked over the portfolio you sent us, I have to say I’m very impressed.” She smiled, “Thank you so much Mr. Egerton.” He noticed her gaze linger on his friend, “Miss Ridge, this is my friend Richard Madden, head of Lance General Inc.” Cynthia recognized the name immediately, It was a well known shipping business, however clients were always very high end people with expensive exports. Who would have thought the CEO would be so young though.

The interview proceeded smoothly as she explained what had happened with her previous management. Meanwhile Richard looked through her resume and portfolio, she spoke french? She read in latin- “sorry to interrupt. You read latin?” She was a bit caught off guard, “oh. Yes! My parents expected a well rounded education. I had private tutors instead of attending schools.” He was happily surprised at how poised she was, it only made his crush grow. Time went by far too quickly for his liking and before he knew it she had left.

Finding a telephone booth as quickly as possible Cynthia phoned Stella who should still be home. It rang for a few seconds before she finally answered,”Stella! It went beautifully.” “That’s great Cynthie sorry I won’t be able to celebrate tonight, I’ve got work.” “Don’t worry love, we’ll have tomorrow! Oh my goodness and there was this man, well not just man he’s a CEO - he was gorgeous though-” “Cynthia darling get home and come tell me to my face would ya? I still ‘ave an hour til I have to leave.” She hung up and ran out of the booth to the underground tube.

All the while in Taron’s office Richard was having a proper fit with his friend, “how were you not going to tell me she was proper babe?” Taron raised an eyebrow, “she’s my client you twit. I learned very early on to look at the merchandise, but never touch.” He sneered taking Cynthia’s file out of his hands and putting it away with the others, Richard wasn’t going to give up so quickly though, “at least give me her number would ya?” His friend laughed, “You’re twenty six, she is just about to turn twenty in November, she’s practically a child to you.” This only made Richard roll his eyes, “could you or could ya not?” With a sigh of defeat he looked through his rotary of business cards and after some quick digging Taron handed his friend the card with her number on it. 

Richard had the biggest smile on his face, “remember she’s going to be a client soon.” He groaned, “I know. I know, if anything fucks up I’ll take responsibility.” As the day progressed he could only keep thinking of her, she looked so pure. Taron was right about one thing, she was gorgeous. The way her eyes had looked at him, he wanted to take her right then and there. He wanted her each and ever way. Her voice kept ringing in his ears, his mind imagined what other sinful sounds it could produce. She had him wrapped around her finger and she had no clue about it.

In the small flat Cynthia gushed over her recent infatuation with Mr. Madden. Her eyes were a gleam, “Stella this man was so...” she struggled for the right words to describe him, “I don’t..delectable.” She giggled at the fact that she had just called him that. Stella raised an eyebrow as she continued to eat her late breakfast, “really? Well then hopefully you meet this delectable man again. He could get you out of this misery.” She then stood up from her seat with a now empty plate. Cynthia’s eyes widened, “Stella! I’m a model I can get us back in a groovy looking flat in no time. Trust me, soon we’ll have so much space we’ll get lost.” The girls laughed at the idea, “yeah sure. I still think you should try it with that Mr. Madden, if he’s so rich.” She rolled her eyes, “Stella why don’t you try your luck-” “darling rich men bore me. You know my type; french, stoic, and artistic.” Cynthia shook her head at her friend’s taste.

Weeknights were always dull as Stella work either closing shifts or opening shifts and tonight was closing. This meant that Cynthia had to spend dinners by herself, except this night there was a call. She was greeted by Mr. Madden’s voice, he introduced himself once again. His voice was so soothing and she was so charmed by him. He asked if she was free for dinner tonight, without skipping a beat she said yes. There was a happiness in his voice, the call ended with him getting her address and asking her to be ready by eight. 

She’d never been on a date, or dinner with just a man. She was nervous, even in her best look (a gifted Yves Saint Laurent dress and matching heels) she felt like she could have looked better. Her lashes were on, her make up soft and unable to be noticed, with a deep breath she pushed her worry aside. She was going to have fun and enjoy dinner with handsome man, who was just as equally handsomely paid.

He waited for her outside her doorway, she looked gorgeous as she opened the door, “good evening Ms. Ridge. You look stunning.” Her cheeks turned a shade darker at the compliment, “thank you Mr. Madden. You look quite dashing yourself,” there it was. The voice like sugar in sweets, he could never get enough of her. They spent the car ride to the restaurant making small talk about the day and about themselves. When they were seated in their table the grand conversations began. He learned about her prodigy youth and she learned about his inheritance to a multi-million business. 

Both were very fascinated by each other. Neither wanted the night to end, infatuation was very well blossoming into a necessity. They had only known each other a day and yet it felt like a life time. Back in the car his hand rested on her thigh as they kept talking about the night and all the fun they’d had. Cynthia could feel his hand continue to rise. He knew exactly what he was doing, and so did she. Soon his hand found it’s destination and without any haste he went to work on working her up. Her hand placed itself on top of his, “we’re here Mr. Madden.” Sure enough they were.

The hallway where the door to her flat was lay empty, it was afterall late into the night. Ever so gently he pressed her against the door, his left arm wrapped around her waist, her arms around his neck and shoulders. His left hand went back to her core underneath the silk dress. She’d never been in this situation before, never been touched the way he had her now, but it felt like heaven. Her lips pressed into his to keep the moans from escaping and making a scene. It was too good, far too quickly, and his mouth was on her neck now. Her hands making a mess of his hair, but she felt something forming. Then like a bomb it came, her body shook from pleasure. He pulled away, his fingers coated in a gloss. She gasped at the sight as he took them into his mouth and then leaned in her ear, “doll you’re sweeter than icing on a cake. I’ll call you in the morning.” He gave her one final kiss and headed for the exit leaving her a breathless mess.

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