After a moment of indecision, she finally chose the delicious chicken curry sauce and rice. Femi watched her silently until she finished the last grain of rice on the plate.
He behaved as he had just seen her for the first time in his life.
“You like the food?” he asked.
“Yeah, it is really nice,” she said.
“We are going to have strippers here tonight,” Femi announced. Ever been to a strip club?” he asked.
“Yeah. But I never enjoy it,” she replied as she gulped down water.
“You will enjoy this one. My friend brought them in from Nairobi.”
“Cool. I could sit and watch for some time before leaving.”
“Leave by what time? It is not safe for you to leave by this time. My friend paid for over 20 rooms here for all of us. So you can get a room and rest. By morning, you can go back to your house.”
“Okay,” she shrugged.
The strippers walked in one after the other. They were tall and beautiful girls. As the strippers danced, everyone joined them. Idara continued to drink until she faded into unconsciousness.
Idara slowly floated back into consciousness. The rush of pleasure she felt as she heard Femi’s voice calmed her. It was 3 a.m and she was sparsely aware of her environment.
“Hey, you’re drunk. Let me put you to sleep,” he said as he carried her in his arms and walked into his own suite. He placed her carefully on the bed.
At that moment, Idara was overtaken by raw passion. She grabbed Femi and started kissing him passionately. Femi did not need any further invitation. He kissed her from her lips to her neck and then, he shifted her shirt and nibbled on her navel. As they made out, Femi whispered sweet passionate words to her. Some part of Idara believed everything he said even though she knew all of these things was temporary.
Femi kissed her all over until her center ached. His touches were extremely intense and full of hunger. After long kisses and intense touches, they slept off in each other’s arms; weak and tired.
The next morning, she woke up to the realization that she was almost naked. She was so weak that she couldn’t lift her hands. She was trying to recognize where she was when she heard the sound of the TV coming from the sitting room of the luxury suite.
She immediately buttoned her shirt and tried to sit up. Her back ached so badly that she couldn’t move. She put her hands into her private part and realized that she wasn’t touched.
“Hey, good day to you,” Femi said as he walked in. He was wrapped in a white robe. Idara jerked up.
“Day? Mr. Femi, I am really sorry. I didn’t even know…”, she stuttered.
“It’s fine. Relax, you had a lot to drink last night. I ordered tea for you. It will help relieve you of all that stress,” he said as he settled on the bed. He tried to hold her hands but Idara took them away immediately. Whatever was happening wasn’t right. He was her boss and the previous night was a grave mistake.
Femi could read what was going on in her head. He leaned forward and brushed her cheeks with his warm lips.
“What’s going on between us?” she asked, yawning and blinking her eyes rapidly.
“You should be aware by now that I like you a lot,” Femi responded.
“You’re my boss,” she said calmly.
She was mute for a moment as she studied him. Was she dreaming or was the almighty Femi Omari really into her? She sat up in bed while gazing at him.
“I can’t believe you just kissed me. This isn’t right.”
“What’s not right?”
“This,” she said, pointing at her body. “You and I being intimate isn’t right,” she explained painfully.
He pushed her to the bed and forcefully kissed her. She struggled and tried to push him away but he grabbed her two hands and continued to kiss her lips so succulently until she was weak. A low groan escaped from her lips when he unbuttoned her shirt. Femi’s hands explored every part of her body.
She was lost in his passionate touches. She couldn’t resist him. She couldn’t stop him. He was too strong and she couldn’t tell him to stop anymore because this was more fun than she ever thought it would be. He removed his robe, naked now. And she couldn’t confidently stare at his body.
She shifted her thighs, moving between his legs.
“Look at me,” he said to her staring directly into her beautiful eyes. “I really want you to know that this moment is special to me. What we are about to do is special to me,” he told her as he lifted her arm over her head. Her shirt was open; revealing her belly. Femi leaned down to kiss her exposed flesh. “You don’t know how much I have wished for this moment. I thought about making love to you throughout our meetings.”
“Hmm.” Her voice trembled with desire.
“In my daydreams you were naked,” he said.
Idara laughed. “In my daydreams, you were my boss.”
He grinned at her then kissed her belly again. He cupped one of her breasts, skimming his thumb over her nipple. “That’s so arousing!” she yelled passionately. She cried when he leaned in to suck on her exposed nipple. His mouth moved against the tender flesh; his tongue circling the areola in a teasing gesture that made Idara writhe on the bed. His teeth grazed her nipples in a light scraping motion that was quickly soothed away with his mouth once more.
Her hands went to his hair and she clung to him as he stared at her. His hands continued to roam all over her body, smoothing her skin as he eased himself fully inside of her. Femi moaned loudly as their bodies met. She couldn’t believe that he was riding her – her boss, Femi Omari. He continued to plunge into her and Idara was surprised that her body met his desire. She could feel her release building up and for the first time in her life, Idara experienced a real orgasm. She screamed loudly. Femi held her firmly as she shook rapidly. When she had come to her senses, she realized that she had messed up. She couldn’t even walk to the bathroom to clean up. Her legs hurt, and she didn’t know how to look back into his eyes.
“There is a boutique downstairs. I can go get some clothes for you,” he said calmly as he rose from the bed. He was naked and unashamed.
“I don’t want anything,” she said. She walked to the bathroom and sunk herself into the jacuzzi. He joined her there and stared at her sad face.
“This will never repeat itself right?” she asked.
“I am sorry,” he said to her. A knot formed in her throat. She agreed, wiggling when he continued to kiss her wet leg. She was uncomfortable that she was now in the clique of girls Femi had slept with.
The doorbell rang, and he said in a husky tone, “The tea I ordered is here.”