‘Yes’, she said with a smile. ‘Though it’s still far off and I never speak about it, that will be the ultimate dream.’ ‘Hmmn.’ Tolu said. ‘Not a dream, babe. It’s more of your reality than you think. I’ve seen your eye for detail and I bet that you’ll thrive at it.’ Amaka was about to object when he said ‘Enough of that! Lunch is served, Madame. But first, the inspections so… lead the way to the kitchen.’ Amaka smiled and did as he said. Again, she walked into another beautiful room in that house but at that moment, she wasn’t amazed or impressed. There was so much stuff all around the space and it was giving her great anxiety just looking at the dirty pots, spoons and even the mortar and pestle. Somehow, they managed to be neatly arranged but it was her knowledge of the contents of some of these utensils that made her uncomfortable
‘Tolu’, she said in her most professional tone. ‘I believe you; I can see it for myself. The mortar with pounded yam remnants rubbed all over and the pot and spoons stained with soup. I acknowledge that you couldn’t have possibly staged this and I give you this handshake for maintaining the truth.’ After he had accepted the handshake as a good sport, Amaka said ‘Good. Now, Tolu. We need to clean all of this for me to have a good mind to sit and eat well. I can’t possibly do that if I don’t get this place to be clean first. Can we please do that?’ Tolu looked at her in confusion ‘You said you were starving minutes ago in the car.’ Amaka nodded. ‘Yes but I can’t eat if I know that this place is filled with dirty dishes. It’s just a thing.’ She expected him to call her weird but he smiled and said ‘OCD? Trust me, I knew someone just like that. Don’t worry, we’ll do as you say.’
Amaka smiled and they began washing up. Her blazer kept getting in the way so without paying much attention to anything else, she quickly took it off and went back to work. She didn’t hear the loud groan or the silent cuss that Tolu made behind her and she didn’t see that he had almost broken the set of fully-rinsed plates that he needed to transfer to the cupboard. Thankfully, his balance helped him regain his stance before anything happened. Tolu looked over at Amaka and he was stunned.
Beyond that, he was attracted. She had on a s3xy crop top. The thin ones that cling to a girl’s body like a second skin and with it she wore a skirt but between the skirt and the top was creamy, creamy skin. He had known that she had a figure but nothing had prepared him for the body on her. When Tolu couldn’t take the torture anymore, he changed his position to a place beside her… still rinsing plates when his little friend had already began to sit songs and paint pictures for him. He knew he had to stand that way until he could get away from her without any questions.
He was sweating in a cool kitchen and Amaka noticed. ‘Are you okay?’ Never one to lie, Tolu was candid ‘Babe, your clothes. You look so d*mn yummy… I haven’t been with anyone in months. It’s harder to say yes to anyone else with you. As much as I love you in these clothes and you can wear them when we he hang out not when you come to visit a man that’s single and s3x starved. Amaka watched him pause before he said ‘You don’t want to imagine what I’ve thought of in the last minute. I… I always have control but with you, the pieces don’t fit.’ Tolu was looking at her intensely and Amaka could tell that he needed her to say something but what?
Without saying a word, she moved in slowly and stood in front of him until her lips were no more than inches from his. ‘I trust you, Tolu.’ Then she leaned in and kissed him. That was all the ammunition that ne needed because he kept firing away. Even while he was grabbing her, he still kept the kiss soft, innocent and sensual. He let her enjoy the kiss so much… she didn’t notice his hands roaming and making shapes. Between the heavy breathing and her silent moans, Tolu was transported to a place where he could only see her as the girl that was giving him jobless hours and love-struck thoughts. The more he remembered how much she ignited in him, the more the fire increased. He had lifted her top up when Amaka realized what she was really doing. She jumped out of his arms like they held fire and she stepped aside. ‘Not that far,’ she said. ‘No.’ ‘I know I caused it but please, I’m not near ready.’
She prepared herself for the mockery and for the fake concern or advice that was always expected but rather than do any of that, Tolu made himself the joke… revealing the crucial state of his body to her in those moments. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that she had just caused his brain to be like spaghetti then he made her wait from until his ‘situation’ had died down. And they ended up having a delightful and delicious lunch cooked by Tolu. That was the day that Amaka consciously fell in love and agreed to be with him.
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