One Wild Night

Lucy's heart fluttered at his words. What was going on? Why was she suddenly feeling this way? This was Tom, her driver. Why were butterflies fluttering in her belly at his words? She shouldn't be reacting this way.

She cleared her throat, "Tom..."

"How else would you explain the fact that we ended up becoming next-door neighbors, and I'm your driver? It has to be fate, right?" Tom asked, cutting her off before she could say anything. All he wanted right now was to build the sexual tension between them and make her sexually aware of him. He wanted to make it clear to her that he wasn't going to be just her friend, and he wanted to make her desire him. He had no intention of being friend-zoned.

"It's just coincidence," Lucy said, not wanting to relate the whole thing to fate or allow him to start having ideas.

Tom shook his head, "Unfortunately I'm not much of a believer in coincidence. So let's put it this way, since I was supposed to be the lucky man to expose you to the sinful pleasures of this world, how about we keep it that way?" Tom asked, and Lucy almost swallowed her tongue in surprise.

Lucy blinked at him, "Wh.... what way?" She asked in a small voice as though she was scared to even hear his answer.

"When you're ready to have sex again, I have to be the one. At least I should be compensated for having to sleep with a hard-on after satisfying your body," Tom said with a lazy shrug.

What was happening between them right now? Was she dreaming? This had to be a dream. How had they made such a U-turn from being casual friends eating pizza to two adults talking about sex? "You are pulling my legs, right?" Lucy asked with a nervous smile, not knowing why she was reacting so slowly to everything he was saying.

"I'm not," Tom and with a straight face.

"But we agreed to be friends..." She reminded him.

"Doesn't change anything. We could always add benefits to the friendship. Plus don't forget it's my right. I was the one supposed to do it, anyway. So let's just assume I postponed the date," he reminded her.

"No, you didn't postpone the date. You chose not to do it even when you knew you might not see me again after that day," Lucy countered.

"Hence I said 'assume'. Fine then, let's just say I chose to leave it to fate because I believe in fate and violà! Here we are today!" Tom said with a satisfied smile that only deepened the crease on her brow.

"You are forgetting that you're my driver now. You weren't then," she reminded him.

"And I'm sure you won't be the first boss to be having sex with her driver," Tom countered, making her heart flutter again. What was going on?

"You have someone you like," She reminded him.

"Have you noticed something from all your responses so far?" Tom asked with a crooked smile.

"What?"

"You seem to be telling me all the reasons why we shouldn't. You haven't said you don't want us to do it. Is that to say you want us to?" Tom asked with undisguised amusement in his smile.

"No!" Lucy answered too quickly making him cock his head to one side as he narrowed his eyes at her.

"No?" He asked.

"Yes. No. I mean No. I don't want to have anything sexual with you," Lucy replied. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he could hear it.

The right side of Tom's lips curved in a crooked smile as he looked at her. He was oddly enjoying himself. He hadn't planned to do any of this when he asked that they eat together. But seeing how flustered she looked right now, he was very impressed with himself. Who could have guessed that he had this in him?

"Are you sure about that? I can still remember how you begged me to kiss you the last time. So maybe you should think again before you answer, don't you think?" Tom asked without taking his eyes off her.

The more he spoke the more light-headed Lucy became, and the more her heart raced. She wanted him to leave. She needed some space to be alone so she could organize her thoughts and compose herself. This person right now wasn't her.

"I suppose you have forgotten all that happened between us... Perhaps I should rekindle your memory..."

"No!" Lucy half yelled as she quickly got up from her seat.

"No? You don't want to know how my tongue traced the curve from jaw down to your neck and from there descended to your cleavage? Or how you moaned when I sucked on your hard nipples? Should I tell you the number of times you screamed 'fuck' as my hands played with your nipples and my tongue sucked your..."

Lucy felt her knees grow very weak and she knew she had to stop him now, "Stop! Please stop. Please," Lucy pleaded as she lowered herself on her seat.

Tom stood up from his seat and walked over to where she was seated. He lowered himself in front of her so that they would both be at the same eye level, and then slowly took off her glasses. After dropping the glasses on the space beside her, he placed a finger under her chin and raised her head so that she would meet his gaze, "I'm not asking you to date me. I know you're not into relationships. I'm single at the moment, and so are you. So if the time comes that you need a man to warm your bed, that man should be me. Is that okay?" He asked without breaking eye contact.

Lucy swallowed nervously and nodded as though she was being hypnotized by his disturbingly intense hazel eyes.

"Good girl. I should allow you to get some rest. You look so flustered," Tom said as his eyes fell on her lips which were stained with pizza crumbs. He reached out with his thumb and brushed her lower lip in a sensual manner.

Lucy's breath caught in her throat when she felt his hand on her lip. She couldn't understand how the dynamics of their relationship could have changed within a couple of minutes, all because he had confessed to not having sex with her.

Tom's eyes lingered on her lips for a moment before he returned his gaze to her eyes and he noticed her eyes were swirling with confusion, "Goodnight Lu," Tom said and straightened up before he became too tempted to kiss her.

Lucy couldn't find her voice, so she didn't bother to say anything. She simply nodded her head as she watched him pick up another piece of pizza, "I will return your plate and wineglass tomorrow. Don't forget to think about what we just discussed," Tom added before heading for the door.