One Wild Night

Tom had an amused smile on his face as he watched her eat, "Do you like your new office?"

"Sure. I honestly don't care about the office though, since I spend most of my time looking at documents and not at the office," Lucy said, looking around the office with disinterest.

"Is there a reason you love working so hard? Like maybe you want a big promotion?" Tom asked curiously.

"What promotion could be bigger than this? I should take Mr. Harry's job? or the CEO's office?" Lucy asked with an amused smile.

"Perhaps you want the position of CEO's wife?" Tom asked, making Lucy choke on the chip she had just swallowed, "Sorry," Tom said, seeing how his question had startled her.

Lucy quickly reached for the bottle of water he had brought with him and gulped down some. She blinked back the tears which had gathered in her eyes before looking at him, "How is that a position?" Lucy asked in a choked voice, and cleared her throat before repeating the question.

"You will move up the ladder in the company if you marry the CEO. Has that thought never crossed your mind?" Tom asked, keeping his tone light and easy.

"Sorry to say, but that's a shallow way of thinking. I'm not interested in marriage, and if I was, I wouldn't marry a man just to move up the corporate ladder," Lucy said with a shake of her head.

"Don't tell me you want me to marry him so that I can get you a position in the company," Lucy asked with eyes narrowed suspiciously, but with a playful smile on her lips.

"Wow! You must have the superpower of reading minds!" Tom exclaimed dramatically making her giggle.

"Anyway, I'm sure you'd like to get back to work soon, so I should get out of your hair," Tom said, but before he could stand up the door opened and Harry walked in, carrying a box.

He was taken aback when he saw Tom's new look since he had not seen him since the previous day after he went for his makeover, "Hello sir!" Tom stood up and greeted with a polite smile.

"This is your driver?" Harry asked, ignoring Tom and turning to look at Lucy.

Lucy couldn't help wondering why he was asking, when he had been the one who had introduced Tom to her, "Yes sir. He brought me lunch," Lucy explained, hoping he wasn't going to scold her for letting him into her office.

"Now I see why you were uncomfortable with him working for you," Harry said, looking at Tom from head to toe with disapproval, and Tom subtly glared at him, "Maybe I should speak to the CEO again about changing him, on your behalf?" He asked making Lucy wince.

Why did he have to bring it up? What if she hadn't told Tom about it the previous evening? Would Harry have exposed her this way? Lucy reasoned with displeasure, "Not at all sir. We have resolved our differences and we are okay. I'd love him to remain my driver," Lucy said, making Tom look at her with a big smile, and he bowed at her politely.

"If you say so. I will just leave this in Mr. Hank's office," Harry said handing the box to Tom for him to follow him.

Tom dutifully carried the box which he knew contained his disguise outfits as he followed Harry into the office. Once they he walked through the door and shut it behind them, Tom dropped the box on the table and punched Harry's arm.

"Ouch!"

"So you're my boss now, huh?" Tom asked, glaring at Harry who was now laughing merrily at the little drama he had played. ????????????????????????????. ????????????

"I was trying to make it more believable. She wouldn't suspect a thing," Harry said before looking at him with disapproval once again, "I can't believe you actually did this. You look like a thug."

"A handsome thug. You have no idea the number of ladies I've turned down since I had this makeover," Tom said, grateful his office was soundproof, and Lucy couldn't hear them.

"They just want to sleep with you, not take you home to meet their families," Harry pointed out.

"At least they want to sleep with me, when was the last time anyone wanted to sleep with you?" Tom asked dryly as he opened the box.

"So what? I should get a makeover so that I can have ladies queuing up for my bed?" Harry asked with a straight face, and Tom shot him a glare.

"You wouldn't dare. You're the face of the company, so you have to always look responsible."

"Yeah. Yeah."

"This feels like my hair," Tom observed as he lifted the wig and beards.

"That is why it is called human hair. I'm sure even you knows that much," Harry said dryly as he lifted the pack of contact lens in the box.

"Whatever, I need to step out now before she starts getting curious. Make sure to lock the office with your key while leaving. I'll come in through my private elevator later," Tom said as he carried the box into the mini room in his office, and placed it inside a tiny closet where he usually kept extra clothes for days he overworked and slept at the office.

They both walked out together and Harry gave Tom a stern look once they were back to Lucy's office, "Make sure you don't cause her any trouble. If she so much as complains about you one more time, I'll do all I can to fire you," he threatened before walking away.

Tom bowed to him before looking in Lucy's direction. He noticed that she had finished eating and had cleared her desk, "I will be waiting outside," Tom said with a small smile.

"I'm sorry about what Mr Harry said," Lucy apologized guiltily. If only she had not reported him to begin with, Harry wouldn't have been so hard on him.

"It's okay. I should be thanking you for letting me keep my job. By the way, about getting a medical test, I'm not sure you need it," Tom said, feeling he owed her that much since it seemed like she was genuinely worried about it.

"I don't?" Lucy asked hopefully.

"You don't," Tom said with a nod.

"Why not? Did you get tested?" Lucy asked before he could turn to leave.

Tom scratched the back of his head, wondering if he should tell her the truth or not, "Why don't we talk about it when you're done with work? We could spend the evening at your place or mine talking and seeing a movie," Tom suggested, and Lucy looked at him for a while before nodding her head. At least that was much better than leaving the house.

"Later then," she said with a smile, and returned her attention to what she was doing as he walked away.

Tom sighed once he shut the door behind him. He didn't make any move to walk away, but rather stood there staring at the door like he could see through it. He wished he had been able to confide in either Harry or Bryan about what had happened between them that night. Unfortunately he couldn't. It was Lucy's private business, and he wasn't sure he wanted them to know what had transpired between them. That meant he had to handle this himself.. Perhaps telling her nothing had happened between them would change some of her opinions about him.