One Wild Night

Lucy was surprised to see Tom already standing by the car the next morning. He had his left hand in his pocket, while leaning on the car with the right side of his body, and his right elbow was resting on top of the car. Seeing the way he was standing by the car, one would assume that he was the owner of the car, Lucy thought dryly.

She noticed he was smiling and followed his gaze to see what was giving him so much pleasure, and sighed when she noticed two young girls who looked like they were in their late teens, smiling flirtatiously and using a sprinkler to wet their tops, making their crop tops transparent enough to reveal their well defined boobs. How typical!

Tom winked at the girls, and turned around when he heard someone sigh, "Good morning ma'am!" He greeted with a polite bow and straightened himself as she approached the car.

That was when Lucy noticed what he was wearing. He was wearing a white floral print short sleeve button down shirt tucked into a gray colored pant with a black belt and shoe to go with it. But it wasn't just his choice of clothes that got her attention, rather it was the fact that he had left about three or so of the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a bit of his chest which was just as hairy as his exposed arms.

Did she notice his hairy chest that night? Did she touch it? She was a sucker for hairy men... And though she had never really had anything to do with any one, she loved reading about them and seeing them on movies.

Tom noticed her eyes were fixed on his chest and suppressed the urge to smile. "Ahem!" He cleared his throat as he moved closer to her, and extended his had to take her handbag.

Lucy flashed him an awkward smile, pretending like she had been lost in thought as she tried to recall if he had said anything. As he got closer to her she perceived the scent of his cologne. It was really masculine and distracting. Not very strong, but strong enough to make her want to bury her nose on his chest and sniff his body like a dog.

"Good morning ma'am! May I have your bag?" Tom repeated when he noticed she still seemed lost.

'Get a hold on yourself Lucy!' She chided herself as she mentally shook her head to get rid of those unreasonable thoughts, "Sorry, did you say something? I zoned out thinking about an article I'm working on," she said with a forced smile.

Tom looked at her with an amused smile but simply nodded, "It's fine ma'am. I asked if I may have your bag,"

"Lucy is fine, and you don't have to worry about my bag. I got it, thank you," She said as she walked over to the car and got into the backseat and attached her seatbelt.

She had planned on riding in the front with him today, but seeing as he was dressed, and his chest was distracting her, she didn't want to sit in front with him and have to keep staring at him as she knew she would.

"I hope you had a good night rest?" Tom asked as he got into the car, looking at her through the rearview mirror.

"Yes I did. How did your date go? I hope she wasn't too mad at you for showing up late?" Lucy asked as she wind down the window before taking out her phone from her handbag, and then she busied herself by checking her mails and messages.

"She was really cool," Tom assured her as he drove off, and waited for more questions about his date, but when he heard nothing, he looked through the rearview mirror and noticed that Lucy was already busy with her phone.

"Nice," Lucy muttered after sometime, but Tom wasn't sure if she was saying that in response to what he had said or to what she had seen on her phone, so he decided to mind his business since it was obvious they were in work mode right now, and there was no need acting too friendly with his boss.

The rest of the drive to the office was silent until he drove into the company's parking lot, and then he cleared his throat to get her attention before she could get down, "I was thinking... What would you like to have for lunch? I could have it delivered to your office during lunchtime. That way you don't have to skip lunch because you're too busy," Tom suggested.

"That isn't part of your job description," she pointed out.

"I never said it was. I just don't want to have to be work extra time, past work hours again like last night. And don't worry, I learnt the company offers free lunch to the staff, so I'm not spending money I don't have. I'm only going to bring it to you since I'm your driver and have nothing doing at that time," Tom said in a cool tone which made her feel like he was angry over helping her the previous evening.

"If this is about last night, I can assure you that you don't have to worry. I won't disturb you ever again," she promised.

"Miss Perry..."

"I said Lucy is fine!"

"Yes you did, sorry. So what did you say I am getting you for lunch? Or would you rather I get you anything I think is nice?" Tom asked as though every other thing she had said since he asked the question was irrelevant and out of point.

"I just said, don't worry about it," Lucy said with a hint of irritation in her voice as she got out of the car and started heading for the building.

"I will get a bit of everything then," Tom called after her, and chuckled when she turned around to glare at him before she disappeared.

"So cute and stubborn," Tom murmured to himself with a grin.