Folawe grips her bag and softly said. "President Mo, did nobody tell you that girls are dangerous?"
Mo Ambrose slowly removes his hand that was on her head. When he brought it to rub his temple, he could smell the cream she put in her hair. He didnt even ask when she had gotten her hair done or perhaps it was one of those wigs women wore these days. "No. Why?"
"You really know how to lower your guard." She said. "You dont have to stay with me thank you very much. I will be fine." Although she said this her facial expression was saying otherwise. It was obvious she was quite scared.
"I wont do anything to you. Although my self restraint is a little weak around you, I am not a beast that cant control himself."
