She was startled to see me coming from their front door at first, then she recognized me and smiled. I smiled back at her and asked about her Janet.
"ah…! Madam travelled to Abuja yesterday." She replied. "She will be there for another two weeks."
"ehen…. I Hope there was no problem?" I asked.
"I think she went for some business." She told me.
I still wasn't satisfied but I didn't want to probe further lest I raise any suspicions.
"I hardly see u around," the house girl said. "How are you coping?" she asked. "Do you cook for yourself or you eat out?"
"I cook if I'm chanced," I replied
"Oh ok ," she said turning her back to me and walking away, "let me know if you need anything."
"No problem thanks," I replied walking towards my apartment.
"As madam isn't around, can I give you some premium service?" she shot back
I froze as the several possible meanings in what she had just said sank in but I just said, "no problem, don't stress yourself on my account."
When I got back to my room I decided to take my clothes to a drycleaner. As i was sorting out my suits and emptying the pockets, a note fell out.
I picked it up and saw that it was a phone number. Suddenly, I remembered that Florence had slipped something into my pocket after our short wild sexcapade.
I decided there was no harm in calling her.
I was engrossed doing a few things that I put off calling Florence until much later in the evening. It was around 7pm when I picked up my fone to call her.
It rang thrice before she picked it up.
'hello, sweet girl' I cooed, 'how is it going'
But it was a man's voice that replied, 'who is this?'
I was taken aback but quickly composed myself and asked, 'who am I speaking with please? I'd like to speak with Fiona please'
'I am mr. Jackson,' he replied. 'you want to speak with Fiona or Florence?' he asked
'Fiona! I want to speak with Fiona,' I stonewalled.
'sorry, wrong number,' he said and abruptly cut the connection.
'Wheeew!!' I whistled with relief.
That was close! I didn't know what just happened but I knew I had just dodged a bullet.
Who was that?! Her husband or boyfriend, or neighbor? He had sounded dark and threatening like a man who suspects his partner of doing some cheating.
All the same, relief or not I felt really disappointed. I already had a halfway Attention just from the thought of hooking up with Florence again and now I couldn't for the life of me imagine how I was going to get some action this weekend.
There was just no way I was going to call that number again. I wasn't about to get myself killed over a woman.
There was no power and It was getting hot inside the room so I went outside to put on my small generator set.
Not long after I came in, I heard a knock on my window. I pulled back the blinds and looked out to see Madam Janet's house girl.
'Hello,' I said. 'Is there any problem?'
'Noo..No problem sir,' she replied. 'I wanted to know if you've eaten.'
'I told not to worry about me,' I said. 'I haven't eaten but I will take something soon.'
'I made too much food and I do not want to throw it away,' she said, looking at me expectantly.
'Ok, give me some,' I said after a few seconds. 'but next time don't bother about me oh.'
'let me go and serve it,' she replied and left.
After about 25 mins there was a knock on the door. 'come in,' I said.
She carried the food in on a tray and stood by the door waiting. I had not yet furnished my living room so I did everything in my bedroom. I saw her hesitating so I called her to bring it to the bedroom.
I was sitting on the bed when she came in. She had a wrapper tied around her waist and was wearing a tight t-shirt that was too short to cover her belly button.
I also was uncomfortably aware of the Tips on her medium perky bosoms straining against the shirt and realized she had no bra on.
I quickly asked her to get a small plastic stool from the corner a place the tray on it.