“Let me get this straight, the guy that dropped $150k for a chance to take you on a date, just now agreed to move in with you and you keep thinking he doesn’t want to squeeze that well-toned ass of yours?” I know but I don’t want to believe it.
“Co..rr..ect” I say with a side eye and a slight side twist of my lips.
“If I didn’t like him before, I now like him. Please let him move in asap.”
“You won’t even think about the possibility of it being a bad idea?”
“Nope, I thinkhallelujah. Your dry spell is finally over,” she shouts.
“You are crazy, Nkem.”
“Yep, that too. Let me know when to come and help him move in.”
“Bye.”
“Sure, and please don’t disappoint in whatever you wear, though I’m pretty sure that guy will still hump you if you are wearing a sack,” she giggles.
“Bye,” I say again, hanging up and racing to my closet to find something to wear that’s sexy and not desperate.
If I thought the idea of Daniel moving in was crazy, Nkem just made is sound much better. I’m tired of worry and excuses. I’m up for it, and can’t wait.
Chapter 20
Daniel
Seated at the table, I informed the waiter that I would wait for my party to arrive. I came straight from work, pulled my tie and rolled my sleeves, waiting for her to show. I know the moment she walks in because that guy moves, letting me know she’s nearby. She glides between tables in a crisp white linen shirt, the fabric catching golden light from the overhead chandeliers, three buttons undone to reveal the delicate black lace beneath. Her wide-leg trousers whisper against her ankles with each stride, cinched at the waist with an antique gold belt that catches the light when she moves. Her box braids, glossy as obsidian, are swept into a high ponytail, wrapped at the base with a silk scarf patterned in stark black and white. When she finally reaches me, her scents fill my nostril.Down, boy!
“Hi,” I say, getting up to kiss her cheek, which my smart mind says is a bad idea.
“Hi, did you order yet?” she asks.
“No, I was waiting for you,” I say. “I’ll eat whatever you order.”
She smiles. “You want me to decide?”
“I assume you have very good taste.”
Her smile widens. “I do,” she says softly.
The waiter comes over, and I notice he keeps looking at her lace bra. Her head is down, and I shoot him a glare and he turns away.
She places the order and he leaves.
“So, our agreement,” I say.
“Yes, let’s talk about timeline,” she says. “How long could we have the lease?”
’Forever,’ I say inwardly.
“How long do you need?” are the words that come out of my mouth.
“Four to five months, maybe.”
“Five, it is then, and neither of us can break the agreement before that time.”
I have five months to quench my obsession with her. The waiter brings the drink. She takes a sip.
“What happens if one party breaks it?”
