One Wild Night

Lucy who was sitting in the front seat of the car with him, tried to refrain herself from speaking, but after a few minutes she gave up the struggle, "What sort of a person are you?"

"Me?" Tom asked, pretending like he had no idea what she wanted to talk about.

"I'm sure we are just two in the car," Lucy aid irritably.

"It's possible you were speaking to yourself out loud. I noticed you tend to voice your thoughts a lot," Tom said, turning to look at her with a straight face, even though he was feeling very amused.

Lucy drew in a deep breath to stop herself from giving a sharp retort. Maybe it was because she had started her day in a bad mood, or maybe it was because the more she saw him flirt with other ladies the more scared she became of the possibility of having contracted an infectious disease from him, but whatever it was, she was feeling very annoyed.

"Okay, okay. Don't get mad. You look like you're about to blow up. Calm down and tell me what I did wrong," Tom said, sounding reasonable.

"Are you certain you want the lady at the office or not?"

"Of course I want her, why?" Tom asked her, without turning to look at her.

"Do you? Cause it sure doesn't look like it. The other night you went out on a date with another lady, and just now you were flirting with the sweaty girl," Lucy accused, looking at him squarely.

Tom shook his head before asking, "Is there any law against a single male flirting with an equally single and obviously interested female?"

"What do you think are your chances of getting her if she realizes you hook up with random strangers, and flirt with every lady that gives you the slightest attention?" Lucy asked with a slightly raised brow.

"First of all Lu, I told you before, you were an exception. Does doing something once make it your lifestyle?" Tom asked incredulously.

"Well, I suppose that is why first impressions are important. How do I know that was the first time you were offering a stranger a wild night on your bed?" Lucy asked, making Tom snort.

"That hardly counts as a wild night," Tom muttered under his breath.

"I beg your pardon?" Lucy asked, glaring at him.

Even though Tom was aware what he wanted to say didn't make much sense, he went ahead, "How do I know it was your first time too? Who knows if you go to clubs looking for innocent young men to take you home?" Tom asked, ignoring her question.

"What? What do you mean by that? I'm sure you must have noticed I was a vi..." Lucy faltered there, feeling her face heat up in embarrassment

Thankfully the traffic light gave a red signal so he stopped and turned to her, "A what?" Tom asked innocently, blinking at her.

Lucy looked away and squared her shoulders, unwilling to backdown, "That isn't the point of this discussion!"

"What is?" Tom asked as he returned his attention to the road.

Lucy drew in a deep breath, "I'm saying you shouldn't flirt around while you're interested in another lady."

"I hope you realize I don't owe her any loyalty until she gives me her heart? I'm interested in her, but I also have my desires and needs to cater for. So until she notices my existence and reciprocates my feelings, I'm afraid I can't stay away from other ladies," Tom said, meeting her gaze briefly until she looked away.

"I'm not going to help you get a woman when you can't even control your so-called urges," Lucy muttered under her breath.

"I guess you're forgetting our deal? I could stop this car by the roadside and quit my job," Tom threatened, and turned too flash her a grin when he heard her gasp.

Lucy wished she could relax, but she couldn't. So she decided to voice out her major concern, "How am I sure I've not been infected with an STI?"

"You should probably get tested," Tom suggested with a smirk.

"Did you get tested after we... You know, I mean later after we did it," Lucy asked, and she could tell that her cheeks was very red by now. Luckily his eyes was on the road so he didn't turn to look at her.

"Wow! You seem awfully interested in talking about it lately, why? Are you interested in another round of passionate love making or you're just asking because you're curious?"

Lucy didn't miss the note of amusement in his voice, "Of course not! Why would I want something like that?" Lucy asked, sounding mortified by the very idea that he had even thought she would want a repeat of the experience.

"Do you really want me to tell you why you would want something like that? Or am I to assume that was a rhetorical question?" Tom asked with a small smile.

Lucy pressed her lips together and looked outside the window. She gritted her teeth when she heard him chuckle, but didn't bother to look at him. It was too bad that she could only get mad, but couldn't do anything else about her anger.

After that they both lapsed into silence until Tom drove into the company's parking lot, "Have a nice day at work. I hope the CEO treats you nicely," Tom called out to her as she got down.

"Thank you," Lucy said stiffly as she shut the door, but hesitated a bit by the door, "Hang around today, I'd like to go to the nearest hospital or medical laboratory to get tested when I get the chance," Lucy said before turning to walk away.

"That reminds me, Miss Perry?" Tom called, and she turned to look at him curiously, wondering why he was calling her that all of a sudden.

Tom reached into the pigeon hole and got out an envelope, "I believe that is yours," he said, extending the envelope to her. His eyes gleamed with amusement as though he was waiting to see her reaction after she sees the content of the envelope.

Lucy looked at him with a curious frown, "What is that?"

"I believe you'd appreciate it best if you see for yourself, rather than hear it from me," Tom said, giving her a nod so she would take the envelope. Lucy reluctantly reached for it through the window, while Tom watched her with a crooked smile as she cautiously opened the envelope.

Lucy felt her face flush a bright red with embarrassment when she saw the red lace panties she had worn that first night.

"I thought you'd like to get it back," Tom said, and stifled the urge to roar with laughter when she turned around and walked away in quick steps.