It was a busy morning at the bank. Femi placed the wad of cash in the money counter, it was twenty pieces of one thousand naira notes, he typed it in, then he tore out the bank’s copy and returned the teller to the customer. She took it from him, making sure to graze his fingers. ‘I want you.’ her body language screamed,
“Please come again.” he smiled
She started walking away, but then turned around and stretched her hand to him. “Call me.” she said.
There was a business card in her hand, he took it.
“Thank you.” He smiled politely.
“Finally!” His colleague said from his cubicle, everybody had been watching them. “I thought she would never make a move. This is what? Her tenth deposit into her account this month, guy, you get jazz for body?”
Fami laughed and put the card in his pocket. “She is a customer.” he muttered.
“So?” His colleague whispered. “Na for here you go do am?”
“Una two just dey break company protocol any how.” his female colleague whispered.
“Next customer.” Femi called out.
Femi smiled as the next customer approached his counter “Good morning sir. How may I help you today.”
“Femi HR is calling you.” Titi said, she had just come down the stairs and was frowning. She did not like him, that was the vibe she tried to send him, but he knew her type; the type that rejected her self before she tried, then took her anger out on the thing she wanted but thought she couldn’t have.
Femi attended to the customer before him then excused himself.
He knocked to let her know he was the one outside then walked in and shot the door behind him.
She was waiting for him, seated on top of her desk, thighs spread on the two guest chairs to give him a view of her red g-string. “You are playing hard to get, Femi.” She with a sultry voice.
Femi wanted to take her there and then, but he had indeed been paying hard to get. Not so she could chase him some more, but so he could feel like he had some form of power over her. She was his boss at work, but when it came to whatever their relationship was, her was her superior.
“While this is tempting, Mrs. Labake, I’ll like to remind you that we are at work.” he said, then walked over to her and sensually pressed her thighs together, intentionally inching forward like he was going to kiss her, letting her take in his Axe Dark Temptation spray.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” She whimpered.
“Everything about us is wrong.” he replied.
“I’m fixing it.” she said. “I called a friend, put in a few favours, I’ll text you the details, you’ll get the job, and we wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore.”
“You still would be a married women.” he said, still holding the promise of a kiss in front of her
“So?” she picked his tie and began undoing it. “You have your flings too. We can keep what we have and still have each other.”
He had her, he leaned forward and gave her the kiss she craved, but pulled back before she got more. “Let’s meet out of work.”