It had been a few days since my last rendezvous with the Man in a Suit.
It had been a few days since my last rendezvous with the Man in a Suit (MIAS), as I called him. He had been right. I was definitely sore for a few days, but a good sore. A delicious sore.
A sore I wished could be replicated.
It was a Wednesday and I was hard at work trying to build a model for a start-up company. As I battled with my Excel sheet, I heard footsteps as if coming from a distance. I worked in an open plan office so every visitor that came in to see the ‘big dogs’ or bosses went through the open space before getting to his office. I was in a corner though so even though I could see the guests, they could not see me.
As the footsteps got closer, I looked up absently and saw the back of a very familiar body. Nooooo, it could not be! I squinted as I tried to see the person properly but he was walking with a few people and I could not see who he was. Could he be…no way, I told myself. I was beginning to see things because I could not get my MIAS out of my mind. Well, not him per se. Just the wonderful pleasure he bestowed between my legs.
I shook my head as if clearing cobwebs and returned to my work. About thirty or so minutes in, my extension line rang startling me. I picked it, a bit disgruntled as my concentration had been cut short.
‘Amara Nnechi.’ I almost snapped out the words.
‘Amara. How are you?’ I heard the head of my department, Financial Advisory, greet me warmly and I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. This woman gave me grief practically everytime she opened her mouth to talk to me so why was she sounding friendly?
‘I’m very well, Denise. Thanks. How may I help you?’ I returned politely.
‘Could I trouble you to come into my office very quickly? I have a few potential clients I’d like you to meet.’
I murmured something and hung up the phone. She was at it again. She always called me for meetings with these so-called clients, got me to do all the grunt then swooped in at the very end to take all the glory. For Fuck’s sake!
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I jammed my feet into my heels with a scowl and dabbed my face with some blotting paper, just in case it had gotten oily. With a deep breath, I stood up and made my way to her office. As I walked there, I heard voices then a warm chuckle.
I paused.
God, don’t be playing tricks on me!
I walked slowly now to the office then took another deep breath before opening. My personal life had never collided with my professional one and all I could do was pray that it was not about to do so.
I heard an, ‘enter.’
I turned the door handle before stepping in. Immediately, my gaze collided with shocked, dark brown eyes.
FOR FUCK’S SAKE!
My MIAS was staring at me in shock, then his look turned intense. I felt a quick tingle go down my spine as he looked at me with his now familiar hooded gaze.
‘Ahhh. Our star Amara is here. Do come in.’ Denise invited me in sweetly.
I walked numbly to the single spare seat left, my brain on static as she introduced me to the three people in her office.
Tokunbo something.
James something.
Adeniyi McCarthy.
I shook my MIAS…I mean, Mr. Adeniyi McCarthy’s hand after shaking the others. He was here because he wanted to…what? I needed to get my head back in the game.
‘Now, Mr. McCarthy would not have come in personally, but he had heard a lot of positive reviews about us so he simply had to see for himself. I hope we don’t disappoint him.’ Denise said this gaily, but her eyes were narrowed at me for the last four words. I nearly rolled my eyes at her.
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As she kept on talking, I looked quickly at Adeniyi. He was concentrating on what Denise was saying so it was fine to look my fill. Another dark suit, this time with a beautiful tie and cufflinks that were probably from Longmire…and…
A wedding band.
I looked up in shock and saw his eyes were back on mine.
I looked back at the ring then up at him.
He smirked unapologetically.
The tingle was back but this time, in full force. I felt my nipples harden, beads pushing at my silk blouse and I gave a little smile then turned to face Denise fully, my legs crossing as I relaxed for the first time since I stepped into her office.
***
‘He’s married!!!!!!!!’
‘Nonye, wallahi you like to scream sha.’ I winced as I turned the volume down on my phone. Nonye did not need a microphone to speak. ‘Yes, he is married.’
‘So what are you going to do? These men sha! Forever deceiving women.’
I laughed out long and hard, ‘what do you mean, what am I going to do?’
Nonye seemed confused, ‘but he’s married now.’
I smiled almost evilly, ‘Baby girl, I don’t go to men. I don’t do the chasing. They come to me. Why on earth should I be anyone else’s conscience?’
Game on with Mr. Adeniyi McCarthy.
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