One Wild Night

LucindaPerry,asocialrecluseandaworkaholic,makesapledgetoherselftogoallwildonhertwenty-fifthbirthdayandevenscoreaonenightstandifshegetsherlongdeservedpromotionatwork.Fewdaystohertwenty-fifthbirthday,shegetspromotedtonotjustahigherpositionbuttotheheadofficeinadifferentcity.Havingtospendherbirthdaynightinanewcity,shegoestotheclubwhereshemeetsaveryhandsomestranger,ThomasHank,whoofferstobeheronenightstandaftercatchingaglimpseofherdare-to-dolist,whichincludedhavingaonenightstand.ThomasHank,afterhavingbeenusedbyseveralladiesinthepast,isbentongettingtheladyofhisdreamswhowouldlovehimforhimselfandnothiswealth.SowhenhemeetsthecuteandnaiveLucindaPerryattheclub,hedecidestokeephistrueidentityfromherandfindoutifshewasworthkeeping.**Excerpt*“Whatareyoudoinghere?”Lucyaskedinalarmwhenshewalkedintoherboss'officeandsawTomstandingbythewindow,“Wholetyouinhere?Comewithme,youshouldleavenowbeforehecomesinandseesyouhere.Hecanbereallymean.”Lucysaidreachingouttograbhishand,buthemadenomovetoreachforherhand,andjustkeptstaringatherwithaslightlyamusedexpression.“Icametofulfillyourfantasy.”Tomsaidlookingintohereyeswithanunreadableexpression.“Fantasy?Whatfantasy?”Sheaskedwithafrownasshehurriedtothedoortoshutitsoherbosswouldn'twalkinonthem.“You'veforgotten?Yousaidyouwouldlovetohavesexwithmeonyourboss'table.Iwanttomakeithappen.”Tomsaidmakingherheartskipabeat.“AREYOUOUTOFYOURMIND?”Shehalfyelledasshetookhishandsandtriedtodraghimtothedoor,“Icouldlosemyjobifmybossfindsyouinhere.”Shesnappedathim.“Nevermindaboutthat.Tellmethethoughtofthisdoesn'tturnyouon?I'mhere,you'rehere,andthetableisrighthere.Icouldhaveyouonyourbackinasecondandyou'dbecryingoutmyname...”BeforeTomcouldfinish,theofficedoorwaspushedopen.“SupTom?CanItalktoyouforasec?”Harryaskedashewalkedin,hiseyesonthedocumentsinhishand.HestoppedwhenheraisedhisheadandrealizedLucywasintheoffice.HealmostkickedhimselfwhenhesawthefrownonLucy'sface,“Shit!”Harrymuttered,andgaveTomanapologeticglancewhenherealizedhehadjustscrewedup.“Ithoughtyouweregoingout?”heaskedherwithanawkwardsmile.“Tom?Youknowhim?Imean...otherthanhimbeingmydriver?”Sheaskedbothmen,lookingfromonetotheotherwhenshenoticedHarrydidn'tlooksurprisedtoseeTomintheoffice.Whatwasgoingonhere?Whatwasshemissing?LucyaskedherselfashergazeshiftedfromHarrytoTomwhowasglaringatHarry.TherewasnowayTomcouldbeherboss,right?Allthepiecesofthepuzzlewasbeginningtofitnow.Itwasallbeginningtomakesensenow,shethoughtassheglancedatTomonemoretimebeforewalkingoutoftheoffice.