The first part of this story endangered my life. I couldn’t tell for sure if the threatening whatsapps and emails or comments with knife, gun and needle emoticons were sent in jest or there was some seriousness to it. Since I’m not curious enough to find out, I have completed the story. Many people had predictions on how it would go, let me know if turned out as you thought. Oh, and there’s a surprise waiting for you at the end.
Ok so enough of my blabbering. Taking off from where Mandy stepped into Mr. Crentsil’s office, ready to demonstrate Krobo Sutra…if it came to it. Here goes;
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His office was a sight for sore eyes. A framed quote hung on the wall; “Simplicity is the ultimate form of sophistication”.
If that needed proof, well you just had to take a look around you. His desk was like the African cousin of The Resolute Desk. The only things on it were a statuette of a black jaguar about to leap and his 13” Mac Book Air. He got up from his black Nightingale chair smiling. She was surprised he wasn’t turned around looking through his floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
If she worked there, that view could mesmerize her all day. From that high up in the sky, the illuminated architecture of Airport City Sky scrapers merged with the brake and headlights of winding night-time traffic and streetlights to form a scenic view akin to a night time aerial shot of Los Angeles.
He pointed to the cream sofa to the right side of the office and settled in the one opposite hers. Even through her heels, she could feel the softness of the grey rug her feet rested on. The room smelled like autumn and the chill of the air conditioner made her rub her the back of her arms.
“Is it too cold? Should I turn it down?”
“Perhaps” she said smiling “I’ve been called sunshine a few times, but you are winter Mr. Jon Snow.”
“Perhaps the Khaleesi needs bigger dragons.”
She gasped “You watch Game of Thrones?”
“A man must watch something, no?”
‘This isn’t happening’ she screamed in her head. ‘What fabric was he cut out of?’ Her heart beat in anxiety. He was too calm, there was no lust in his eyes, he didn’t have anything naughty about him, yet he was so friendly, so nice. She had never encountered such confusing signals. What next? Her tongue felt thick and heavy.
“So this is a surprise.” He said when the silence was getting too loud.
“Well you forgot something from earlier today.” She took out the white envelope containing the GHC 1,000 tip and placed it gently on the glass center table.
“O but I didn’t forget. You were very helpful and your speedy work saved me precious time. I…I was showing gratitude.”
“Well unfortunately I don’t take charity.”
His eyes widened. He should have been offended, but it was just the way she said it. She got up and moved to the mini bar at the corner a few steps away.
“May I?” she asked reaching for the Baileys bottle.
“Certainly. There are cubes in the freezer”
She helped herself to three; pouring the creamy alcohol over them. After she took a sip, she remained there, leaning on the wall and he’d turned to maintain eye contact.
“I don’t feel I’ve worked for the money, and of all the things I could do to make you grateful, that was certainly nothing.”
He smiled. He didn’t become this successful by being blind. He could see where this was heading. Many ladies had preceded her. Given, she had a much more sinful body and appeal, but still…
“Mandy, that’s your name right?”
Her eyes circled the ceiling. “Are those Bose speakers?”
The player was on the bar shelf. She turned it on. The music literally surrounded them.
“Mhmmm…Kojo Antwi. I thought you’d be more of a Daddy Lumba man.” They both laughed “Don’t mind me I’m kidding.”
She hummed to the classic Adiepena song playing “You know this’ one of the hardest songs to dance to?”
“I wouldn’t know, I don’t dance. But you should meet my daughter Ama. She must be the same age as you, she’s the dancer.”
Mandy smiled –almost giggling- at his feeble attempt to dampen her mojo. She almost said ‘try harder’, but it seemed wise to ignore him.
“The rhythm is sporadic, so it’s hard to keep a particular tempo, but I’ll try.” She placed the glass beside the player and stepped out of her heels, shaving off 3 inches. She was in a world of her own and he…he…was rather amused.
The first moves were a little clumsy, he stifled a laughter, but she was fooling him. As the song progressed and ‘The Maestros’ unique Highlife style crescendoed through the speakers, she gyrated with her eyes closed. The sound was so good, it was easy to believe she was at a live concert.
She wound her waist this way then that. She smiled to herself as she turned her head this way then that. She tossed her hair, then brushed it aside, then pouted and made funny faces. She was graceful and when she turned and magically found the right time to twerk (in a Kojo Antwi song!), she cupped her face like she was shy.
He didn’t notice that his heart was beating a tad faster, that amusement was growing into ‘appetite’. He didn’t realize how much he was enjoying it. The next song started playing and she came to him. She held his hand and tried pulling him. He shook his head, smiling
“No, I’m not embarrassing myself.”
But she pulled harder. She was surprisingly strong for such a pretty lady, he stood there, but she didn’t make him do anything. She circled him, mixing traditional highlife moves with some sensual Kizomba, and when she stood back up from a wicked squat, she tipped on her toes and whispered into his ears “Maybe now I can take that GHC 1000 after all?”
He smiled, a little foolishly. Everything was happening too fast. His body was responding faster than his mind could think. Reason was waving him from a distance but her body was in the way, muffling the sense reason was screaming, slowly cutting him off from restraint. He didn’t know how she got him pinned to the wall. She smelled so good. She radiated innocence and yet her motives weren’t.
She rested his hands on her waist and put hers around his neck, stroking the back of his head with the skill of a Thai masseuse, then she pressed her groin to his and suddenly bent backwards. He reflexively held her tight to save her from falling over. She felt him. It was time to turn the heat up. He was like a deer blinded by the beam of a speeding truck and stunned by its blaring horn. He swallowed hard. He was gone.
“My secretary.” He muttered as her lips closed in on his. “She can’t be around.” Mandy pushed for the kiss, but he persisted “Let me discharge her. Please.” She felt so powerful, and her clothes weren’t even off. She stepped back lightly, biting her lower lip and never breaking eye contact. He scurried to the door. She went to his desk and sat on it in a position that made even the table harder.
When he stepped outside, he gasped, swallowed hard looking at the ceiling for a while before turning to his secretary. She looked at his face, then his groin area. He looked down and saw the bulge, then at her and without saying a word, he darted out of the office, into the elevator, down to the ground floor. He was about to ask the security man to stop a taxi when he remembered that he had a spare key to his C-Class under the fender, above the front right tie. He hurried to the parking lot, went on his knees, felt for it and then sped off.
* * *
When he was far enough, he looked through his rear-view mirror, trying to make out his office. When he turned to look ahead he was two seconds to a red traffic light at 140 MPH. He just sped past.
His heart was still beating. She had turned him on so thoroughly, even a cold shower couldn’t soften him up. He tried to think of his Nigerian partners and the deal they’d be closing tomorrow. He thought of his farm in Dodowa and mentally counted his 63 cows. Before he knew it, he was on the Westlands road. Time had made very little difference to his libido. Something certainly had to go down tonight.
At the Haatso junction, he turned left then right unto the Haatso-Ecomog road. He parked at the junction to the second right turn, picked up the car phone and dialed a number he knew off-hand.
She picked up on his third try. “Hello?” her voice as soft as velvet. He smiled but said nothing.
“Hi Maame, umm, is your husband in?”
The line was quiet for a few seconds but he could hear the smile in her voice.
“His flight got moved to tomorrow.”
He waited for her to say or ask something. When she didn’t, he continued “I was in your neighborhood and I was wondering if…if I could pass by.”
“But it’s late, and I’m in my nightie.”
He pictured her, and his heart took off “All the better. I must see you.”
“This thing must stop Elvis.”
“Aren’t you the one who told me that stolen water is sweeter?
She had said that “Hmm…so what’s in it for me?”
“The kind of night that lasts a lifetime.”
She giggled. “Honk twice when you get to the gate.” She heard two honks coming from outside. “Is that you?”
“In desperate need of you. Maybe you should turn off the CCTV cams?”
“You have baaaad thoughts this man.”
“I have one night that I want to make count.”
“Enough with your raps. I’m coming.”
* * *
The brightness of his headlight spilled into the dark compound, throwing light on her green Jaguar parked under those blue tent-garages. She closed the gate when he entered and walked towards him. She was effortlessly beautiful and disturbingly hot. When she walked past him and opened the door, he marveled at how her clothes could wrap that body and remain so calm. A cool breeze blew, causing the silk nightwear to shimmer.
“Myyyyy goodness!” he said “This Tundra will run me down!”
“Are you coming in?” she asked smiling.
“Are you sure he’s not returning tonight?”
He kissed her like she was the first glass of water he was having in a week. Then when he thought of what he wanted to do with her, he remembered a question he should have asked already.
“Your kids, are they there?”
“You’re now asking.” She teased “No, they’re sleeping over at a friends’”
He kissed her more passionately, with so much energy, so much fire.
“Did you pass by the pharmacy Elvis?”
“Who needs that when coming home to you?” he kissed her neck and she held back, giggling.
“You know you’re going to have to shower before anything happens right?”
“Nooooo, don’t ruin it. Please please please.”
“Sweetheart, we’ve been married 25 years, you know me; no bath, no getting some.”
“Now you, just know how to ruin stuff Mrs. Belinda Crentsil.” He said before slumping into the couch in the hall. She tried pulling him up, but he pulled her in and wrapped his arms around the slim waist that descended into the prominence that stood behind her. You’d never imagine that she’d borne him three children. He’d always known he had a weakness for sexy curves, beautiful faces and pure intelligence. His B had it all, plus a heart of gold. He loved her so much.
Standing over him, she cupped his head in her cool palms and touched his forehead with her soft lips. She loved him more. She wouldn’t ask, but she could tell when he had been tempted. Over the years, many women had tried to seduce her husband. They ended up turning him on and sending him to her. There was a certain fire that burnt in his loins and put him even more at her mercy. But when the lights went out, the passion came on as bright as their honeymoon night in Dubai.
That night he had come out of the bathroom dressed as an Arabian Sultan and she was the Nigerian heiress to a massive oil well. Oh did he drill! They’d kept their love alive with the craziest scenarios and the most creative gestures.
He looked up at her. “OK B, but you must bath me.” She bit her lower lip and took a few steps back. She dropped the dress and walked away.
“If you’re not in the bathroom in ten, this lawyer is going to put the final touches to her big case tomorrow.”
He sped past her, feeling so lucky. He must have been the luckiest man alive –he had married the mistress of his life.
Surprise! (if you couldnt wait to finish the read before scrolling down here, oo o shaame!) So I put the full story into a compact e-book, and you can get it here or click on the sleeping beauty image –>>
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