about it. It
was already six pm. After a little consideration, she selected a light-green
gown from her wardrobe. It was short and flirty, a relic of some uncomfortable
shopping trip with her brother’s wife Ify. Ada had never worn it. She hadn’t
been happy then, when Ify had forced her to buy it, but now she was grateful.
She had a pair of fashionable black pumps that she had worn at Sophie’s
wedding, but she decided against them, she didn’t want to seem as if she were trying
too hard to look like a fashion forward girl, so she settled for a pair of
black ankle boots with short heels.
It only took her a few minutes to shower
the dust and grime of Lagos from her body and change into her attire for the
evening. Her natural hair could be an issue sometimes, but thankfully it
behaved, after combing the thick mass, she secured the front with a thin green
hair band to go with her dress, and allowed the rest of it hang out towards her
back like a thick black cloud. She applied a little makeup, slightly more than
normal, but not enough to be too much.
When she was done, she paused to admire
herself in the mirror. I look hip and trendy, she thought, almost giggling. Who
would have thought she’d ever see herself as hip and trendy?
Eddie arrived at exactly seven p.m. Very
punctual, she thought. For a moment, she wondered if she really looked okay,
and then decided that either she did, or it didn’t matter.
She went to open the door to let him in,
but when she saw him standing there, for a few moments all she could do was
gawk at him.
How did he always look so good?
He had been leaning against the doorpost.
He straightened as the door opened and smiled at her. Ada felt as if someone
had kicked her in the stomach, driving all the breath from her body.
Oh! But he was handsome!
Her eyes travelled of their own accord over
his tall slim body. He looked especially good in black pants that emphasized
the length of his legs and his slim waist, and a dark, long sleeved shirt that
displayed the breadth of his shoulders and his flat, flat stomach. She could
have stood there staring at him forever. She wanted to get closer to him, to
fill her nostrils with the tangy smell of his cologne, to wrap her arms around
his waist…
What is wrong with me! She wondered, trying
to recover her bearings, He is not the first handsome man I have ever seen. Why
does he affect me like this?
“You look gorgeous.” He said.
“Thank you.” She replied, smiling up at
him. If she looked gorgeous, then he looked magnificent! “You don’t look
too bad yourself.” She told him.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “So are you
ready?” He asked.
“Yes.” Ada replied. “Just come inside for a
moment while I get my purse.”
He waited while she got her things and
switched off the lights, then held the front door open for her and took the
keys from her to lock it. Downstairs, he continued the gentlemanly
attentiveness, opening the car door, asking her if she was comfortable...
She had been on the receiving end of his
courtesy many times before, but never to this extent. If it hadn’t been Eddie,
she would have laughed and told him to get real, but as it was him, she
couldn’t find the words. Her stomach was tied up in knots just sitting in the
car next to him.
The music started as soon as he started the
car, Andrea Bocelli’s sweet tenor floated out of the speakers, pleasantly
assaulting those parts of her senses, which were not already in turmoil.
She closed her eyes and let the sounds wash
over her. It felt beautiful, to be the lady Eddie was squiring tonight. Who
cared if it was probably going to be another girl next week, she smiled. When
she opened her eyes, he was looking at her face. When she raised her eyebrows
questioningly, he smiled and turned back to the road.
She watched his fingers as they moved the
wheel. He had beautiful fingers, they were long and slim, but also
strong. She wondered how it felt to be so beautiful in
was already six pm. After a little consideration, she selected a light-green
gown from her wardrobe. It was short and flirty, a relic of some uncomfortable
shopping trip with her brother’s wife Ify. Ada had never worn it. She hadn’t
been happy then, when Ify had forced her to buy it, but now she was grateful.
She had a pair of fashionable black pumps that she had worn at Sophie’s
wedding, but she decided against them, she didn’t want to seem as if she were trying
too hard to look like a fashion forward girl, so she settled for a pair of
black ankle boots with short heels.
It only took her a few minutes to shower
the dust and grime of Lagos from her body and change into her attire for the
evening. Her natural hair could be an issue sometimes, but thankfully it
behaved, after combing the thick mass, she secured the front with a thin green
hair band to go with her dress, and allowed the rest of it hang out towards her
back like a thick black cloud. She applied a little makeup, slightly more than
normal, but not enough to be too much.
When she was done, she paused to admire
herself in the mirror. I look hip and trendy, she thought, almost giggling. Who
would have thought she’d ever see herself as hip and trendy?
Eddie arrived at exactly seven p.m. Very
punctual, she thought. For a moment, she wondered if she really looked okay,
and then decided that either she did, or it didn’t matter.
She went to open the door to let him in,
but when she saw him standing there, for a few moments all she could do was
gawk at him.
How did he always look so good?
He had been leaning against the doorpost.
He straightened as the door opened and smiled at her. Ada felt as if someone
had kicked her in the stomach, driving all the breath from her body.
Oh! But he was handsome!
Her eyes travelled of their own accord over
his tall slim body. He looked especially good in black pants that emphasized
the length of his legs and his slim waist, and a dark, long sleeved shirt that
displayed the breadth of his shoulders and his flat, flat stomach. She could
have stood there staring at him forever. She wanted to get closer to him, to
fill her nostrils with the tangy smell of his cologne, to wrap her arms around
his waist…
What is wrong with me! She wondered, trying
to recover her bearings, He is not the first handsome man I have ever seen. Why
does he affect me like this?
“You look gorgeous.” He said.
“Thank you.” She replied, smiling up at
him. If she looked gorgeous, then he looked magnificent! “You don’t look
too bad yourself.” She told him.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “So are you
ready?” He asked.
“Yes.” Ada replied. “Just come inside for a
moment while I get my purse.”
He waited while she got her things and
switched off the lights, then held the front door open for her and took the
keys from her to lock it. Downstairs, he continued the gentlemanly
attentiveness, opening the car door, asking her if she was comfortable...
She had been on the receiving end of his
courtesy many times before, but never to this extent. If it hadn’t been Eddie,
she would have laughed and told him to get real, but as it was him, she
couldn’t find the words. Her stomach was tied up in knots just sitting in the
car next to him.
The music started as soon as he started the
car, Andrea Bocelli’s sweet tenor floated out of the speakers, pleasantly
assaulting those parts of her senses, which were not already in turmoil.
She closed her eyes and let the sounds wash
over her. It felt beautiful, to be the lady Eddie was squiring tonight. Who
cared if it was probably going to be another girl next week, she smiled. When
she opened her eyes, he was looking at her face. When she raised her eyebrows
questioningly, he smiled and turned back to the road.
She watched his fingers as they moved the
wheel. He had beautiful fingers, they were long and slim, but also
strong. She wondered how it felt to be so beautiful in
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