Folawe didnt mind that his hand was still ln her lower back and the distance between them only gave her room to breath. She didnt find the position comfortable but to be able to breath the mans scent, it made her heart beat like crazy and caused a tingly sensation all over her skin. Something she had never felt before.
But she was a lady that knew how to hide her feelings best. "I would be playing with you if I say I understand what you mean."
Mo Ambrose took in a deep breath. He wouldnt really resort to this method. Maybe he would court and then lure her to him. But that would be if he was interested anyways. And he knew that if he failed to bring a lady home in four days, his mother, his very dramatic African mother would set him up on a hundred blind days per day. And the look of the ladies, who cant wait to have his baby and tie him down all for the looks and property disgusted him more than anything. He felt that Folawe was different. Not only was she bold but she didnt seem to be slightly interested in him.
Although he couldn't tell if he was happy or sad about it. "I want you to be my girlfriend." He could not believe he was saying this. "I mean pretend."
Folawe was quick to grasp what he wanted. "Oh you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend and follow you home to see your mom so she can let you have some peace of mind?"
"Exactly." He responds feeling the heat of her body through the thin material of the top she was wearing.
"And you will pay my family's debt in return?" He gave her a positive nod. Folawe slowly moves backward making the man remove his hand from her back. "For how long do I have to pretend and what would you tell her if we are to no longer pretend?"
"After valentine. I will tell her we broke up."
She thought about it again and it didnt seem bad to her. "We just have to pretend right?" She needed to confirm in case the man tries to get intimate not that she would mind because she so badly wanted to sniff him and unclothe him. Realising her trail of thoughts, she wipes her face and clears her throat. She was aware she had desires as a young lady but she had never hought she could one day think like this.
"Well..it doesn't sound bad. And it goes both way so I agree."
"Good." He shifted in his seat and his hand was suddenly around her shoulder.
Staring at him she questions. "What are you doing?"
"Get closer." He commands but Folawe remained in her position.
God forbid the devil uses her and she takes advantage of this fine man. What would he think of her manners if she were to unleash the beast in her. When she didnt respond, Mo Ambrose shifts closer and moves her in such way that she had her head lying on his shoulder.
She wanted to move away but he refused it. "If we are going to pretend then we should make it believable. You will be having dinner with my family on Christmas night. You have to be used to me being around. What should I say to my family if you keep squirming around me?"
"Was it obvious?"
"Your sexual thoughts or your body language?"
Folawe didnt respond and just closed her eyes. Hoping that when she opens it she would be in bed sleeping. She didnt know how may minutes they had spent before her stomach ruined the moment.
Jumping from his embrace she moved to the far end and says. "I have to go eat now." She was about to leave when she turns back and tells him. "President Mo, dont go around embracing girls, you smell like sin. Pure sin." Folawe didnt wait for him to respond before she took her bread and got out of the car. She bade goodbye to his assistant and Mason got in and stared the engine.
"How did it go between you and the Miss?"
Annoyed for no reason he questions with a cold tone. "Do I have to explain what I do to you?"
"I am sorry. Shall we go back or..."
"Lagos. If i miss her dinner, she will find a way to nag me again."
Mason wanted to complain that it was almost five in the evening but knowing his boss, he had no choice but to comply. Although he didnt give him a response, he knew it must have gone well with the young lady. They had left the state and was on the highway when Ambrose suddenly clears his throat and looks up from his laptop.
"Mason.."
"Yes President."
"What do I smell like?"
This question surprised him and made him slightly confused but he still found something to say. "I...I cant say. You design your cologne yourself and it is a special scent that even i cant pick on. Why? Did the miss say something about how you smell?"
"Sin." Was all he said before focusing back on his laptop. His lack of glasses today was a reminder of the first time he had met the girl. She smelled like sweat and stress. And on her face, it was easy to tell that she was worn out and tired. But all that didnt hide her vanilla smell. And what did she say about his scent. That he smelled like Sin. Did that mean she was indirectly telling him he was forbidden?
If there was one person who could give him a proper explanation of her words apart from her than it was his man whore of a brother. That betrayer.
Although it was a bit late for dinner he still made it home. His mother who was restrained by her husband to not call her son was glad when she saw him walk in with a bouquet.
"Oh..Oko Mi (my husband) you are back. I was starting to get worried you know." She pulls his tall self in for a warm hug which Ambrose returns.
"Traffic mama. Traffic." Jaxon explains appearing from the kitchen with a friend plantain in his hand.
Ambrose glares at his brother and commands. "You. Come with me."
Their mother knew the two were probably going to argue again and so she quickly pulls her son aside and questions. "You didnt forget your promise did you? Ambrose, ma doju ti mi oo (dont put me to shame)."
Rubbing her shoulders he responds. "I wont. I have informed her and will be bringing her for Christmas." Hearing this reassurance his mother wanted to jump and shout in joy but she calms herself and lets him go. Being dragged by his brother towards the study, Jaxon tells his mother.
"Mom if I dont come out in five minutes, prepare a grand burial." His mother simply rolls her eyes and went back into the kitchen. Jaxon was more dramatic than he looks.
Ambrose locked the door behind once he got to the study.
Jaxon quickly took safe steps backward and stood behind the huge table. "Brother, lets calm down first. I didn't betray you. I promise. See I even told Mason that I will be giving you my house. Doesn't that prove my loyalty?"
Ambrose removes his cufflinks and places it next to a flower vase, he then takes off his jacket and removes his tie. Undoing the first two buttons of his shirt, he glares at his brother who looked like he would soon shout for help. Which he did.
"Help. Anybody somebody. Mom."
Taking two large steps forward, he asks. "You have been with lots of girls?"
"Brother why are you suddenly bringing up my embarrassing past?"
"Only one thing can save you right now."
He was eager to know. "Tell me..tell me."
"What does it mean, when a lady says you smell like sin?" He finally drops. The word had been bothering him all through and he didnt think he could hold it in for long.
Jaxon, surprised, leans into the table. "Sin? A lady told you you smell like sin? Isnt the meaning obvious?" He says as if his brother was the dumb one.
"Really?" Ambrose took another step forward.
Jaxon quickly moves away from the table and stands beside a shelf. "I mean it is so simple. She is only trying to say that you make her want to sin. If you smell like sin then it means you make her want to do things she had never thought of doing before."
"Oh..." was all he could say before resting in the chair behind the table. "Ohh...so that is what it means."
"Did someone tell you you smell like sin?" Came a voice behind the other book shelf. Jaxon who was the frightened one quickly hid behind his brother.
"Who is there? Who is that? Show yourself before I gun you down."
Ambrose pushed him away. "Are you a fool? You dont recognize your fathers voice?"
The man appears from behind the shelf with a sheepish smile and both his sons glare at him. "You cant blame me. You know how your mother is. I cant hide anything from her." He explains.
"You sold me off dad. I still cant believe it." Jaxon complains.
"What is so hard to believe? This isnt the first time he will be selling us off to his wife." Ambrose adds.
"You boys make me sad. Look at your mother, she has two sons and none of them although ripe enough for marriage has brought home a girl. If you were in her shoes would you be happy?"
"Well I have tried moms shoes on before and no they arent comfortable. Those heels are a killer so no."
At this moment Ambrose wished he could sell his own brother. How foolish.