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Kate was watching me.

"How was work today, sir?" she asked.

"Oh fine. Everything went well," I replied. "If you are not in a hurry to go back home, you can have some drinks".

My heart was beating as I said this. Somehow, I wished she would not reject my offer.

"I can still stay for a while," she answered.

I sighed as I picked another wine glass. This was unbecoming of me. Since I married Rachel, I had never offered any lady any drink at a home level like this. I filled the glass, put it on a tray and put my own glass there too.

I did not forget to make the wine bottle be on the tray too. She stood up and came to me to take the tray. Well, a man still deserves some respect.

We went to the seats while she put the tray on a stool. I sat on a seat opposite her. It was deliberate. From here, I could have a good look at the part of her tummy that was exposed, and at her thighs.

This was becoming dangerous, part of my mind said. I soon shrugged the feeling off. Could I be so certain that my wife still maintained fidelity in far away Abuja?

Alright, what was the motive of offering a young lady drinks? Yes, I was stealing some glances at her body, but was that not natural for a normal man?

Maybe I would even get to see what color the panties she was wearing, or the straps of her bra; or even the cups.

I picked up my glass while she picked the second glass. I took a sip and grinned in contentment. It was a good wine. I studied her face to see how she would react to the taste. Her face instantly became smily as she tasted the drink.

"Hmm," she said, breathing through her mouth to try to express her approval. "The taste is good."

Yes, you can say that again."

Her cotton shorts were of the kind that a man would wish to smoothen with his hands.

Now, I could see that the top had the words, 'Honey Girl' written across it. She should be busty; the big swelling on her chest amply suggested this.




The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

Kate was watching me.

"How was work today, sir?" she asked.

"Oh fine. Everything went well," I replied. "If you are not in a hurry to go back home, you can have some drinks".

My heart was beating as I said this. Somehow, I wished she would not reject my offer.

"I can still stay for a while," she answered.

I sighed as I picked another wine glass. This was unbecoming of me. Since I married Rachel, I had never offered any lady any drink at a home level like this. I filled the glass, put it on a tray and put my own glass there too.

I did not forget to make the wine bottle be on the tray too. She stood up and came to me to take the tray. Well, a man still deserves some respect.

We went to the seats while she put the tray on a stool. I sat on a seat opposite her. It was deliberate. From here, I could have a good look at the part of her tummy that was exposed, and at her thighs.

This was becoming dangerous, part of my mind said. I soon shrugged the feeling off. Could I be so certain that my wife still maintained fidelity in far away Abuja?

Alright, what was the motive of offering a young lady drinks? Yes, I was stealing some glances at her body, but was that not natural for a normal man?

Maybe I would even get to see what color the panties she was wearing, or the straps of her bra; or even the cups.

I picked up my glass while she picked the second glass. I took a sip and grinned in contentment. It was a good wine. I studied her face to see how she would react to the taste. Her face instantly became smily as she tasted the drink.

"Hmm," she said, breathing through her mouth to try to express her approval. "The taste is good."

Yes, you can say that again."

Her cotton shorts were of the kind that a man would wish to smoothen with his hands.

Now, I could see that the top had the words, 'Honey Girl' written across it. She should be busty; the big swelling on her chest amply suggested this.




The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

I showed Kate the bathroom and the kitchen, locked my bedroom and was off. The drive from Ojodu to my law office at Ikeja was very smooth, although the traffic had started building up.

I had become a partner in the law chamber, courtesy of my father who was a senior advocate of Nigeria.


* * *

The day was busy. I went to the State high court in Ikeja to represent a client. It was a case about altercation on land and a landed property.

At the end of the proceedings, the case was adjourned for seven weeks. I was back in the law office by three p.m. Oh, what a tiring day. Well, things went right all the same.

I drove home somewhat frazzled, tired but too keyed up to feel like getting some sleep just yet. A phone call from Rachel earlier in the day certainly hadn't helped my state of mind much.

She had called my office long distance for no other reason than to give me some words of caution. She had stated that I should return home early and not leave the kids for too long with the nanny's daughter.

Somehow, Rachel bemused me. As a career lady herself who was always on the move, I was much more with the kids than her. Now, she was making it look like I should be the 'home man.'

Of course, that ploy would not work. As my guys would say, 'ko le werk.'

I had not really felt like discountenancing her posture. If I had hung up on her she would have called back. If I had tried to refute her, she would dwell on sermonizing which I would find monotonous.

I had allowed her to say all she had to say before she hanged up.

So it was hardly surprising that as I walked in my front door by few minutes after eight in the evening, my brain was fixated on one thing and one thing only. I needed a drink.

Kate was sitting on the couch when I came in, watching a cable musical channel on the television. My thoughts of having a drink were temporarily shoved to the side as I got a look at her.

I did not realize she had come with extra clothing until now. She was dressed in a pair of tight cotton shorts and a midriff baring tee shirt. Her stomach was smooth and unlined, with a gold stud threaded through her belly button.

Her shoes had been kicked off, leaving her feet bare, and she was sitting in elegant style, a position that allowed her shorts to creep upwards, revealing an enticing amount of upper thigh.

Goodness, she was cute, I thought, feeling a wave of lust sweep over me as I took in her form. This was certainly not the first time I had had such a feeling about a lady - a sultry lady that could take away the breath.

On the contrary, I had always enjoyed looking at such a lady, particularly in the last one year or so when Rachel became more absent at home.

I had never been the very flirtatious with ladies, however. Despite my marital challenges, I was basically an honest, decent guy. I was far from lecherous, at least in the overt sense of the word.

Maybe that was why it appeared my wife was taking me for granted.

Kate gave me a weak smile as the door closed behind me and I set my briefcase down.

"Good evening, sir."

"Good evening. How're you?"

"Fine."

"Where are the kids?" I asked her.

"They've gone to bed already." She nodded. "I read them a story and they went right to sleep by eight. They were such nice kids."

I did not know if I should thank her for the compliment. I went to the children's room. The two kids were indeed sleeping peacefully.

I nodded and returned to the sitting-room.
I left it at that and walked over to the bar in the corner of the sitting room. I took off my suit jacket, draping it over one of the bar stools and then took off my tie, draping it over the suit jacket.

I unbuttoned the top button on my dress shirt and then took down a bottle of exotic wine. I poured a triple shot of the wine in, added some ice and some vermouth, and then began shaking.

As I was straining my concoction it into the wine glass, I could sense that Kate was watching me.
Ok
"How was work today, sir?" she asked.

"Oh fine. Everything went well," I replied. "If you are not in a hurry to go back home, you can have some drinks".

My heart was beating as I said this. Somehow, I wished she would not reject my offer.



The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

I showed Kate the bathroom and the kitchen, locked my bedroom and was off. The drive from Ojodu to my law office at Ikeja was very smooth, although the traffic had started building up.

I had become a partner in the law chamber, courtesy of my father who was a senior advocate of Nigeria.


* * *

The day was busy. I went to the State high court in Ikeja to represent a client. It was a case about altercation on land and a landed property.

At the end of the proceedings, the case was adjourned for seven weeks. I was back in the law office by three p.m. Oh, what a tiring day. Well, things went right all the same.

I drove home somewhat frazzled, tired but too keyed up to feel like getting some sleep just yet. A phone call from Rachel earlier in the day certainly hadn't helped my state of mind much.

She had called my office long distance for no other reason than to give me some words of caution. She had stated that I should return home early and not leave the kids for too long with the nanny's daughter.

Somehow, Rachel bemused me. As a career lady herself who was always on the move, I was much more with the kids than her. Now, she was making it look like I should be the 'home man.'

Of course, that ploy would not work. As my guys would say, 'ko le werk.'

I had not really felt like discountenancing her posture. If I had hung up on her she would have called back. If I had tried to refute her, she would dwell on sermonizing which I would find monotonous.

I had allowed her to say all she had to say before she hanged up.

So it was hardly surprising that as I walked in my front door by few minutes after eight in the evening, my brain was fixated on one thing and one thing only. I needed a drink.

Kate was sitting on the couch when I came in, watching a cable musical channel on the television. My thoughts of having a drink were temporarily shoved to the side as I got a look at her.

I did not realize she had come with extra clothing until now. She was dressed in a pair of tight cotton shorts and a midriff baring tee shirt. Her stomach was smooth and unlined, with a gold stud threaded through her belly button.

Her shoes had been kicked off, leaving her feet bare, and she was sitting in elegant style, a position that allowed her shorts to creep upwards, revealing an enticing amount of upper thigh.

Goodness, she was cute, I thought, feeling a wave of lust sweep over me as I took in her form. This was certainly not the first time I had had such a feeling about a lady - a sultry lady that could take away the breath.

On the contrary, I had always enjoyed looking at such a lady, particularly in the last one year or so when Rachel became more absent at home.

I had never been the very flirtatious with ladies, however. Despite my marital challenges, I was basically an honest, decent guy. I was far from lecherous, at least in the overt sense of the word.

Maybe that was why it appeared my wife was taking me for granted.

Kate gave me a weak smile as the door closed behind me and I set my briefcase down.

"Good evening, sir."

"Good evening. How're you?"

"Fine."

"Where are the kids?" I asked her.

"They've gone to bed already." She nodded. "I read them a story and they went right to sleep by eight. They were such nice kids."

I did not know if I should thank her for the compliment. I went to the children's room. The two kids were indeed sleeping peacefully.

I nodded and returned to the sitting-room.
I left it at that and walked over to the bar in the corner of the sitting room. I took off my suit jacket, draping it over one of the bar stools and then took off my tie, draping it over the suit jacket.

I unbuttoned the top button on my dress shirt and then took down a bottle of exotic wine. I poured a triple shot of the wine in, added some ice and some vermouth, and then began shaking.

As I was straining my concoction it into the wine glass, I could sense that Kate was watching me.
Ok
"How was work today, sir?" she asked.

"Oh fine. Everything went well," I replied. "If you are not in a hurry to go back home, you can have some drinks".

My heart was beating as I said this. Somehow, I wished she would not reject my offer.



The Nanny's Daughter: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-nannys-daughter/43110

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