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.
