CasNova:
She was all naked. I remembered she used to, sometimes, sleep like this. That was when we were romantically involved. That was no more.

What was she doing in my bedroom? Why was she nude? I knew these were silly questions. What I was supposed to do was to wake her, berate her for her indecent exposure and order her out of the bedroom. She suddenly opened her eyes and stared at me. She was not sleeping after all.

"What ...what are you doing here?" my voice was so hoarse I could hardly believe myself.

She grinned and turned, lying on her back and giving me the full view of her unclothedness. I briefly ran my eyes from her face to her boobs, midsection, pubic region, thighs and down to her slightly spread legs. Her grin was still on; so was the unabashed invitation.

"I miss you," she said. "I really miss you."

I tried a grin too. "I miss you also," I intoned.

She spread out her hands. It was a jolly invitation. I never declined it before but things were different now. The image of Bimpe hit my mind. I shook my head.

"I really love her." It was a mumble but it was loud and clear.

Eniola reacted as if I had thrown cold water on her. "What?!" the grin slipped off her face.

Her outstretched hands flopped as if they had come in contact with fire. "You are rejecting me!" she yelled. Her voice was filled with accusation and acrimony. She hurriedly came down from the bed, picked her wears from the stool, hissed and stormed out of the bedroom. I was amazed at her response.

I thought she would understand and take it maturely. I shrugged. I was glad that at least I was able to overcome the temptation. Before hitting the bed, this time around, I remembered to bolt the bedroom door.


* * *


Few minutes after seven o'clock in the morning, I woke up. It was Sunday and I would have to prepare for church service. Then, I remembered I had a lady in the house. My mind briefly went to the event in the dead of the night. Three months ago, it was unthinkable that I would spurn her sexual overtures.

I was not a saint as we had gone on many sensuous voyages together in the past. I was particularly fond of her full, 'luscious' boobs. I could not understand why that part of a lady would make my heart beat in expectation.

I was not a freak. The experience was one of those associated with youthful exuberance. But, then, things appeared to be changing. Since Eniola walked out of my life, I had lived the life of celibacy. I went to the sitting room to see if I could ask to come to church with me. In the sitting-room, Eniola was no where to be found. I looked around. She had gone.

She must have terribly felt disappointed. I shrugged and described her case as good riddance. Some of the fried rice I cooked the previous day still remained. I warmed it, ate, relaxed a bit and prepared for church service. The service went smoothly.

We had youth group meeting thereafter. Then I went home. I thought of Bimpe as I entered the sittingroom. Would it not be nice if I gave her a call? Just then, my phone rang. Surprisingly, Bimpe was the one on the line.

"Hello, dear. I was just thinking of calling you," I said.

"Since yesterday? Desire, that's not fair."

I grinned ruefully. "You are right, I should have called before now. I'm sorry about that."

There was a pause across the line.

"Okay," she said finally. "How was your night?"

I was not going to tell her exactly how I spent the night.

CasNova:



I admired her for those attributes. "Since you joined this firm, we've noted your dedication to work," she said. "I want to say you should keep it up." I nodded. "Thank you, madam."

"We reward diligence and dedication. This is to let you know that your reward will come in due course.

" I was elated. There's no one who does not like commendation.

"Thank you, madam," I said again. I made to stand up. "One more thing, Desire Bankole ."

I sat down again and looked at her expectantly. She removed her glasses and looked at me the way a doctor who was trying to figure out something about a patient would do. "This other thing is personal," she started. She looked as if she was still trying to figure out something. "Look, I'll be direct and straight forward. Desire, I like you."

For some seconds, there was pin-drop silence. Then, I put on a grin.
"I like you too, madam," I said. "Since I came to work, I've seen you display so much energy and zeal at work. I like and admire that."

I would have continued, but she put her index finger on her lips to hush me.

"Get this clear, Desire, I'm not talking about work. I'm talking about emotion. I'm talking about the way a lady likes a guy."

Now, I was shocked. It was not that I did not see it coming, but I was shocked by the way she said it so brazenly. How could a woman tell a guy such a thing? She should be in her early forties while I was just twenty-five! Maybe I was a prude, but I felt this was not appropriate. I however knew I could not voice out all these.

I had to be discreet.

"But, I'm only a young man," I said. "You are my boss and like an aunt to me."

I was surprised at her next reaction. She stared hard at me and burst out laughing. Was that funny?

"Look, stop this joke or this pretence. You look sophisticated, so you know what I'm taking about. Many young men like you will jump at this offer. I know your type, so stop pretending."

That was where she was wrong: I do not do things because others are doing them. I am self-willed. I do things out of conviction. Anyway, as far as the matter was concerned, there was nothing to jump at in this.


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