Ambrose had always felt that Folawe's fingers would be tiny. And he wanst wrong. They are tiny. Rubbing her index finger, he began to wonder if she had even found her size of ring.
"I was only teasing you." But she still didnt stop frowning. "No need to be pouty, I will be good to you."
When he said this, Folawe felt her heart start to beat faster and her palm began to sweat. Scared that he would notice her sweaty palm, she quickly frees her finger from his hand.
"President Mo, be careful what you say next time."
"Okay."
"I mean..what do you mean by you will good to me? Are you going to let me get the wrong impression?"
He looked amused, settling in his set, be asked. "what wrong impression are you getting now?"
"Hphm..." she looked sideways avoiding his eyes but she could still feel his eyes on her.
He was about to say something when the staff knocked on the door. No doubt the food was here.
After setting the table the staff asked if they needed anything apart from the water to go with the food and Folawe shook her head. The moment he left the room, Folawe inched closer to the table, glancing at the food before setting her eyes on him and almost whispering.
"President Mo, how much do you think this is? I hear this place is quite expensive and although I want to share the bill, if the money is past ten thousand, I will just leave it to you."
He blinked. And then blinked again. Before he burst out laughing. This kid, the way she spoke. The look she was giving him. He reached his hands across the table and pinched her cheeks. Caught off guard, Folawe rubbed her cheeks and raised a brow at him.
"Yes Ma'am." He finally responds and she starts to eat.
When Folawe said she likes food, she meant it. She really likes food. After clearing the plate of every grain of rice, she gulped the water and slumps in her seat, slowly rubbing her stomach. She them raised her head to tell him.
"Sigh...I didnt eat this morning. It really is true, when you are in a bad mood just eat first. President Mo, thank you for the food. I will buy you something yummy some other time."
Glancing at her clean plate and his plate of half eaten food, he suddenly felt full, watching her eat, is quite satisfying and for some reason, he had the urge to cook for her.
He pressed the bell for the staff to come ckear the table and within a minute they were already clearing the table. He ordered for some lemon juice for Folawe who had unbuttoned her trousers probably because it was now feeling tight. The flat stomach she brought here was now bulging and it made him smile.
Taking a chug out of her Lemon juice, she asked him. "You dont eat much President Mo. I thought men generally have large appetites."
"Maybe we do. But watching you eat made me full. Do you cook Folawe?"
She gave him a suspicious look before sitting up and resting her elbow on the table. "Well..yes I cook but I wouldn't say I am the best cook."
"I attended culinary school so I have quite some skills in cooking. One day, I will love to cook for you."
And then Folawe placed her hand on her chest and closed her eyes.
"Why? Is something wrong?"
Without opening her eyes, she slowly questioned. "President Mo, are you trying to get me to fall in love with you?"
Surprised, he watched he slowly open her eyes and stares at him. "Oh..."
"I had a sexy dream about you last evening. You wanted to kiss me."
There. She said it. She told him. She couldnt get it off her mind since she walked into the room and he trying to pick her with his words didnt help the emotions she was keeping at bay.
"And this morning, I had a wet dream about you again." She released a frustrated sigh and rubs he face. "President Mo, I am well aware this is just a pretend relationship and I shouldn't feel this way. I know how to keep my emotions at bay and I know I am not the type for you. For all I know, your parents might not like me after finding out my background and you would be free of me before new year. So please...dont be so nice to me."
"My parents...aren't judgemental like that. You have simply watched too much drama." He began. "And neither am I. Our whole family isnt. My mom, although she hasnt seen you yet, is already in love with you. And I will continue to be nice to you. This might he a pretend relationship but you are sending time you could have spent finding a real boyfriend that you will like with me, I have to make it worth it. We have to make it worth it." He emphasized.
Folawe placed her chin on the table and smiles while staring at his chest. "I like your shirt. I love the chain accessory. Where did you get it from?"
"It is a customized Mark Laurents."
She made a funny face before giggling. "I dont even know what that means. Is it gold?"
"It is diamond." He declares and she jumps in her seat.
"Ehhhh...big boss, you are really wealthy." She praised giving him a thumbs up.
Ambrose loves how relaxed she is around him. The way she talks about nothing and everything and strikes up conversations with him. Her expressions. Her ability to admit that she doesnt know things and her honest nature. Folawe is the type of lady that will find it hard to tell a lie.
"Mark Laurents is a renowned designer. He mostly deals with clothes but he designed the chain and I had it done at my brothers diamond factory."
"Oh.. that is what it means. Ahh..." she placed her left arm on the table and inched closer to the table, probably sitting with half her body on the chair. "Did you know, your brother is twitters play and fuck boy?"