Chapter 44: Enclosed spaces and Imaginations.

GIOVANNI.

“Careful.” I told her as I led her up the small stairs to the room. She was drunk and was spewing rubbish. My cheeks went hot when I remembered what she had said in the elevator.

“I was just wondering what it would look like to have sex in such an enclosed space like this.” She had said, leaving me stunned.

I didn't get why she said that. I didn't even understand her motive for saying that. But then I realized that most people tend to spew their wildest thoughts when drunk. She was just one of those people.

But that didn't mean that she hadn't left me to my imaginations cos after those words, she had left me wondering how sex in an elevator will look like.

And while I imagined the scene, only one face kept popping up.

Hers.

I knew I was not supposed to think like that but it was beginning to get harder to ignore that she wasn't there. It was beginning to get difficult pretending not to be enthralled by her charms.

I groaned when I discovered that all my thinking had only made something blotch up. I had to stop thinking about her like this. I had to control myself. Maybe, I could get a woman to spend the night with. A woman that wasn't Kiki.

“You are so hot!” She mumbled cutting me off my thoughts. She was standing before me having walked into the room. Her hair had been released from the bun to cascade down her back.

“What?” I asked in disbelief. Maybe I didn't hear what she said.

“You are hot, Gigi!” She said more quietly, locking her gaze with mine. I felt my breath seize. Then, she began to walk towards me slowly and I wondered what she was on about. Even with a beating heart.

“You are so hot. So fucking beautiful even though you trouble me.” She was rambling now. She hadn't stop walking towards me.

“You trouble me all the time. You have no idea how much.” Then she went on to start mimicking me. “Do this Kiki. You are going to do as I say.” She said. I chuckled softly at her efforts to mimic me. It sounded funny.

“It's not funny!” She snapped in a childish tone. I went mute, taken aback by the swift change. Then, she sighed still walking towards me, swaying in her steps. “You don't even appreciate little efforts. I bring you coffee yet you never say thank you.” She accused.

“Surely, you must have had maids at your beck and call but that doesn't mean you shouldn't appreciate my efforts. Like the day of the meeting.” Her voice broke a little now.

“Things were not going well. I couldn't sit back and watch. I wanted to help. I knew the man would listen to me, so I did. I got you the deal.” She sighed. As she took the final step towards me, she missed a foot and fell into my waiting arms, shrieking loudly. She let out a shaky breath as I wrapped a hand round her waist bringing her closer. Her perfume wafted into my nostrils and I heaved a satisfied sigh.

“But you know what you did, you insulted me.” She continued her rambling. “You raised your voice at me even when I did nothing wrong. You made me feel bad.” She fought back tears, I could sense cos her voice was raspy. Was she always this emotional?

“I'm so_”

“You made me feel bad.” She cut me off my apologies. I sighed. “Usually, it doesn't bother me. Things like this don't bother me.” I raised my head at her at those words.

“But lately, it has been bothering me. Like when I came late for work and you were giving me the silent treatment, it bothered me that you were not talking to me.” She sniffed. I caught the unspoken words.

I bother her.

She cares about me.

The revelation threw me off balance and made my hands fly away from her waist. What does this mean?

“And I don't even know why.” Her subtle tone made me glance at her. Her eyes locked with mine in an enchanting way, her full lashes batting at me.

Then, she stopped staring and turned her back at me. She took off her shoes slowly as I watched her. Then, she started to tug at her zip to undo it. After several failed attempts, she turned towards me with a pleading look. She was less chatty now though I knew that she was still drunk.

I was reluctant to go towards her because then, I knew I would he going towards fire. A fire that would burn me. However, I couldn't stop myself from walking over to her. Even though I was conscious of what I was doing, my man down there wasn't. And even as I knew that, it bothered me why I didn't stop.

My hands found the zipper and slowly, I unzipped the gown to my end. She took a step forward after I was done. My eyes went wild when she started to slip out of the dress. She didn't even mind that I was right there.

The first thing I took note of when she was done was how her luscious breast spilled out of the bra she had on. She was now staring at me too. Like we were under a spell.

When she proceeded to unhook the bra too, I found myself reaching for her hand to stop her.

“Kiki, please.” I groaned. I was already aroused as it is. Yet, she wouldn't stop this nonsense. I know I had always imagined seeing her this way but she was drunk for goodness sake.

“Stop this. Don't do this.” I pleaded with her, my eyes locked with hers. When I thought that she had finally agreed with me, she stood on her tipy toes and pressed her lips with mine.

Holy shit!