For some time, we did not get to hear from Mrs. Aisha; Madam Angela had me coming around though, to help with the lawns and flowers. Even though Bobby and I had upgraded, we still did our usual offloading for some important traders, we needed every penny we could get; you need cash to maintain class. But then, our choice of customers upgraded too; we were two big boys who wouldn’t want to be seen outside doing menial jobs, at least not anymore. If you don’t own a warehouse, then we have no business with you. I just felt I owed Madam Angela, so I was always there whenever she called.
Finally, I came to terms with the fact that I was never going to bed Madam Angela; let’s face it, she still looked at me in that sexy, lustful manner but she had never made any move on me, except for the constant chest tapping and light slap on the cheeks which mean almost nothing to me. But I did take note of something; the sexual gestures seemed to heighten as time went by, it surely wasn’t my imagination. I talked to Bobby about the whole thing, even when she had me move the big mahogany bed in her bedroom from its former position, we did get real close, alone in that room? The presence of the bed did make matters worse. I kept hoping she would push me to the bed and maybe...well, it did not happen and it was really frustrating; had me working all day with bulgy zipper. She was not ignorant of my erection because I did see her look.
“Just take am like that. The woman just fancy as you dey work for am, comot your mind for the punani.” Bobby said, pouring himself a glass of wine.
shoo! See Bobby and wine o. he really did fit into the new lifestyle, I could have sworn he had been rehearsing in his mind even before the change came. Our new three bedroom apartment was really the bomb, just few blocks away from our former street.
“But why the modest seduction?...”
I got off the brown leather couch to go grab me a glass too.
“...i feel she is up to something...like she is testing me or something.”
“From wetin I dey see, you don dey fail the test.” Bobby said and crossed his legs on a stool.
“...if you reach there tomorrow, make your head dey there.” He added.
Oh yes! He had just reminded me of my meet with Madam Angela the next day, she needed her fans and some burnt light bulbs changed; when did I become an electrician?
Electrician or not, the next day, I was there at her place. I removed the old bulbs and fans and got set to replace them with the new ones she had ordered. I could have described exactly what she was wearing, but it was no use, considering the fact that she was always in something similar, sexy...nightie. oh! I just described it.
In no time, I had them all fixed, it was time to leave. She had just gone into her bedroom a minute earlier, asked me to let her know when I am done. I stood by the door, she was there on the bed, legs crossed, exposing her thighs all the way up. I tried to get my eyes to stay off there, couldn’t help it. She bit her lips and tapped on the bed by her side, gave me that sweet knowing look. I was there by her side in no time, I did not know what I was thinking, I did not even think; I have dreamt of this day that it didn’t matter whether she said the words or not.
“What!?”
She exclaimed and moved away a bit to get a better look at my face. I was shocked, embarrassed.
“but... I tho...”
The words weren’t just sticking.
“Are you alright?...” she asked.
She was rather too calm and concerned for my liking, I felt like a patient before his shrink. I quickly got to my feet and muttered an apology. She was staring at me in shock, surprise on her face; actually, she was staring at the other me, my erection. I cursed her in my mind. Did she not just ask me to come sit on the bed? Well, she didn’t have to say it for me to know what she meant.
She reached for her purse, counted out some money and handed them to me, her eyes still on my bulge as I received it.
I thanked her and told her I would be on my way. She responded with something I did not really hear; my mind was already messed up. It was not until I was in the parlor that I realized I had no idea what she said to me. I paused to think, I could just ignore her last words and go home, she would call me if she actually needed me for something. But on a second thought, she had never had to call to remind me of an appointment before, so I turned around and headed back for her room.
From the passage, I could hear her voice; she was laughing aloud on the phone.
“...obviously, he is into it...for real, there is no need for silly games... if you do not take it, I will help you...”
She laughed for some seconds.
“...well, I don’t blame you, first timer, it was like that for...”
She paused the moment she saw me by the door; she had that surprise on her face, she wasn’t expecting me.
“Baron!? What are...i told you left?” she stuttered.
“I did not get the last thing you said, so I came to...”
“I will call you back dear.” She spoke into the phone and hung up.
“I said thanks for your help. That’s all.”
“Oh!”
That was all I could say.
I did not make the mistake of mentioning the funny incident to Bobby; the embarrassment I got was already enough. We were surprised when Bobby’s phone rang and it was Aisha at the other end. She called to pre-inform us of her goods coming in the following week; that was a long term notice.
Few hours after I left Madam Angela’s place, I got a call from my ‘garlic sugar mummy’; it was almost a week since we last hooked up, the sex never improved and the “baby boo” thing still got me bonkers. In the hotel room, she had queried me about my involvement with some other sugar mummies which I denied blatantly; she was one of the highest payers, so I didn’t want to lose her, not yet. How she manages to get information about me, I don’t know. It really baffles me. Bobby advised me to be careful, said some women could be deadly jealous, to the extent of killing. I found that funny. Then, it’s always fun and sweet till it all goes wrong.
Till next week, yours sincerely, Baron Chidalu.
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