Idara walked into the office that morning with a stern face. Her heart was still bitter from what had transpired between her and Femi.
When he arrived at the office, she carefully placed a bottle of one of the perfumes Fayose had ordered from Paris before him. He pushed it away and turned to his laptop.
“I am resigning,” she said in a shaky tone. A few moments of tensed silence passed before Femi’s eyes flickered in her direction; briefly doing a double-take.
“Are you sure you want to quit?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as his gaze slowly scanned around her. Then he continued to stare intensely at his laptop.
Idara wanted to say yes but the words seemed to be stuck in her mouth.
Slowly, he got to his feet and walked over to her. He bent over the table and watched in astonished admiration as her face reminded him of the last time at George’s.
He stretched his hand out and Idara placed the resignation in his palm. He didn’t open it. He simply tore the letter into pieces and disposed of it in the bin.
“I stayed up all night to write that letter.”
“You tarried all night, hurting yourself, for something that is so unnecessary. Whatever you heard about that lady from yesterday and I isn’t true. She isn’t my girlfriend. I don’t have any girlfriend so any woman who walks up to you and tells you that we currently have an intimate relationship is lying. I haven’t had an intimate relationship with any woman for 3 years now.”
“I carried her from Tanna’s place to Eko that day…”
“And so freaking what? Okay, I thought I was going to like her, but she isn’t my type of girl. I gave her what she wanted and she left.”
“What did she want?”
“Money to pay her fees. I gave it to her.”
Idara was mute as she gave him a pitiful look.
He kissed her gently. The feeling of his mouth on hers was driving her wild with need. Her breath was coming in small pants; excitement and arousal pulsing through her body. When his knee pushed her legs apart, she hugged him tightly and a small whimper escaped from her lips.
“I want you, Idara,” he whispered. “I need to feel your skin against mine.”
His hands went under her skirt and continued to work around her ties. He groaned feeling that she had no lingerie on, just panties.
He knelt before her and began to kiss her inner thigh.
A knot formed in her throat. She held his neck and relaxed on the table. She slid her bra and shirt off while he trailed a kiss over her belly.
“You’re so sexy,” he said.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she watched, entranced as his tongue crept out and slicked through the folds of her vagina, his gaze on her. Desire rocked through her, and she shuddered.
“I want you so bad. You’re so jealous and I like it,” he moaned against her ears. When she continued to ignore his words, he pulled off her panties and licked her in until he drove her to a mad sigh of need. She whimpered, her hips bucking as his tongue circled her clitoris over and over again. He continued the slow deliberate motions, not speeding up or slowing down despite the fact that he knew she wanted it faster. The unhurried torment brought her to a screaming release when he casually thrust 2 fingers deep inside her and began to work her.
When she recovered from the sudden orgasm, he stood to his feet and kissed her. They heard footsteps coming towards the office. Femi quickly dragged her to the door. He locked it silently. Both of them were laughing and panting at the same time.
“A quickie – a pleasurable quickie. I love the way you moan so softly,” he said. She smiled at him.
He studied her with a smile on his lips.
“Will you come with me to Atlanta this Christmas?” he asked.
“Atlanta…” she muttered, running her hands over his chest.
“Yeah,” he replied, still panting.
“Why? What’s happening there?”
They both settled on the floor. A soft knock landed on the door and he asked, “Who is that?”
“Mr. Femi, please I want to find out if your assistant is with you. I have a presentation to give to her,” Fayose said.
“She will come to you soon,” he retorted.
“Okay,” Fayose said and walked away.
Femi rolled over on his back, grinning at her. A rigid bulge could be seen from his boxers.
Idara exhaled calmly, smiling. He looked so delicious that she immediately rolled on top of him, straddling him there. She grinned down at him playfully.
“So, the silence concerning the Atlanta trip is a yes right?” he asked.
She nodded at him excitedly.
“Why Atlanta this Christmas?” she asked.
“There is this girl my mom wants me to settle down with. And frankly, I am not ready for her. I don’t love her enough. And I want you to come to pretend you are my fiancé so that mom can give up on Zoe and I ever settling.”
“You’re a bad guy,” she teased, giving a sigh of pleasure at the sight of his chest hair. He sat up then and leaned in to kiss her as she straddled him.
“You make me feel so special,” he whispered to her as he rolled on top of her. They made love right there.