Folawe blinked severally to make sure she heard him right. Even though her eyes weren't for senses of the hearing.
"Did I hear you right?"
"Letting a man you barely know in to your room, who is the unguarded one here little sin?" He teases leaning his whole body forward while slightly parting his legs. He didn't give her a chance to recover before adding. "Come over here and sit on my lap."
Folawe blinked severally as she felt the heat crawling form under her feet to her face in a flash. Was he flirting with her right now? In a closed room? Did she not tell him to beware of girls.
"President Mo, are you sure you are good? Are you flirting with me right now?"
Mo Ambrose stretched his hand forward and drew her to his lap. Folawe gave a little squirm once she sat on his lap and wraps her hand around his neck.
