Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Fem!OC, Tommy Shelby x Fem!OC (friendship)
Prompt: "Shut up! I do not have a crush on the enemy!"
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1018

EVELYN WILSON has been working for Thomas Shelby as his secretary for a little over two years now. He trusted her with his life, and vice versa. Evelyn has proved that she was a loyal employee of the blue-eyed gangster. She had even proved to more trusting and reliable than his own family, which of course, caused a few fights. He trusted her with all his business details, hence why he invited her to all his business meetings.

She was usually good in these sorts of business meetings. Many of the men that Tommy dealt with tried to have their way with Evelyn, from disgusting flirt to attempted groping, it became numbing for her dark haired secretary. Of course, Tommy respected Evelyn more than he did himself so he'd never allow any of the sickly men he dealt with touch her. But nonetheless, Evelyn would always be the first to hear about the new business deals.

So it was no surprise to Evelyn that Tommy barged into her apartment and plucked her book from her hands, throwing on the sofa opposite her.

"Tommy," her thick Brummie accent rang out, not having to look at the still injured man to know it was him. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"We're going to London," he simply announced.

"London?" She questioned in surprise. "We're seeing Ada?"

"No, no, Evelyn, we're going to Camden Town. For business," Tommy pointed his finger at his friend.

Evelyn nodded, standing from her seat. "When are we going."

Tommy checked his watch. "In about 30 minutes. Come on."

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After an agonisingly long boat trip, Tommy and Evelyn finally made it into Camden Town. On their travels, Tommy had discussed who they were seeing - the quirks, the characteristics, useful information that could be used as bargaining power. Alfie Solomons was his name. All things that Evelyn took note of in her diary.

Tommy had shown her the telegram he received from Mr Solomons. 'Let's break bread together' - a simple invitation to join him in London, but after the riot that Tommy, Arthur and John caused in Darby Sabini's Club in London a few days prior and the pending war occurring between the London Jews and Italians, it was clear that the telegram held more intentions at a second glance.

Tommy led Evelyn down a dirty and cramped street until they reached a set of large wooden doors, with a curly-haired man dressed in a dirty apron.

The Blinder raised his arms, knowing that the bodyguard would search him for his weapons. Once done with Tommy, he turned to Evelyn with a bashful look. "I don't think so, mate," Evelyn spoke, crossing her arms.

"Put 'em down, Ollie!" A dominating voice called out down the hallway. "Put 'em down, mate. They're only little," the large man finally came face-to-face with the Blinders. He had a thick brown beard, dark blue eyes, broad shoulders and a slight limp. "See you brought company, then?" The cockney nodded down the much smaller woman. "Not much of a bodyguard, aye, Ollie," he laughed.

Evelyn scoffed, crossing her arms. "Yeah, yeah, sure say what you want. At the end of the day, your bodyguard didn't pat me down so for all you know, I could have a gun stashed up my skirt."

The taller man grinned behind his beard. "Haha, I like this one, mate, where'd you get a lass like her, aye?"

"Suppose I was just lucky," Tommy spoke, sticking his hands in his pockets.

Evelyn looked between the two gangsters. "Last time I checked I wasn't an object to be bought."

"Sorry, lass," the man apologised, but the hint of a smile could still be seen through his whiskers. "Alfie. Alfie Solomons. And you are?" Alfie held his hand out to the dark-haired secretary.

"Evelyn Wilson, pleasure," she obliged and placed her smaller hand in his, expecting him to shake it, but instead he brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

His other hand sneaked around her waist and guided her down the hallway before Tommy could even shake his hand. Of course, this wasn't unusual behaviour for one of Tommy's business partners, but something about Alfie made her not mind.

"You wanna take a look around my bakery, love?" Alfie spoke, his hand still planted on the small of her back. "We bake all sorts. White bread. Brown bread. All sorts. Would you like to try some?"

Evelyn wasn't an idiot. She knew that Alfie was not talking about bread. The smell of alcohol that wafted in the underground cellar was enough for Evelyn to know that he was talking about whiskey and gin.

It was a rule of Tommy's for her not to drink during a business meeting so she could keep a clear mind whilst taking notes, but she nodded nonetheless after taking a look over her shoulder at Tommy, who also nodded in agreement.

They stopped in front of a table decorated with gin and whiskey, just what Evelyn was suspecting. "White or brown?"

"Brown," Both Tommy and Evelyn spoke, referring to the whiskey.

After swinging back to the golden liquid, Alfie asked if they were up to par, and both Tommy and Evelyn nodded. "Nah, it's shit, that is. It's for the workers. The white stuff, now that's for the bosses. Now, c'mon," Alfie gestured over time his office.

Tommy secured his hand around Evelyn's forearm so she'd walk beside him. His head lowered to whisper in her ear. "You like him, don't ya?"

"Shut up! I do not have a crush on the enemy!" Evelyn whisper yelled.

"I never said he was the enemy," Tommy raised his brow. "Sounds like you're making excuses, love."

Evelyn blushes deeply, her head lowering in a mixture of shame and embarrassment. "Just shut up, Tommy. Or else you can find yourself a new secretary."

THE END