Chapter 12

We sat on the front porch and continued staring at each other. Sam stretched her arms towards me, and I took her from him without breaking eye contact.

He cleared his voice for the third time, and the awkwardness kicked in with him, tapping his fingers on the armrest and me biting mine as if I am a damn mouse. Maybe I am nervous. It has been a while since I spent time with a man.

He looked around my little two-bedroom bungalow in the big gated compound and smiled.

"You have an exquisite house. It is homely and quaint."

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words only manifested in my mind and not through my mouth.

Say something, Debby. You are making this more awkward than it should be.

"Thanks! It is a rental."

Ahrrrrrr! Debby, you fool. He did not ask if it was a rental. He only complimented it.

"It is not mine. I am just trying to say I do not own the house, and it belongs to someone else… he moved out of the country and wanted someone who could keep it… not that you asked, but I just wanted to ohm… clarify… I will stop talking now."

Jeez! I want to dig a hole and bury myself. Please, why do I sound like a retard?

"You are not comfortable around me."

"No… of course… I was not expecting you... I mean, I was expecting you but not as you, I was expecting someone else pretending to be you... A catfish, someone who looks different and not the way you look."

Where is my brain hiding when I need it the most? I am so frustrated with the limit of my vocabulary right now. The embarrassment oozing out of me is visible from space.

He chuckled with mischief in his eyes as he moved and sat beside me.

"The words you are trying to find are, I am real and good looking."

You are an arrogant, good-looking bastard.

"You were right, and I was wrong."

"I sense an apology coming, but I could be wrong."

"I'm sorry I called you fake and deceitful."

"Don't forget catfish."

"I am sorry for insisting you were a catfish."

"Apologize for insinuating I could not be as good looking as my profile picture."

Great job Debby, you dug your own grave, and he is having a good time burying you in it.

"Say it."

He can't wipe that annoying smile off his face. My monumental ego has been crushed into dust by his enormous one.

"Come on, you are not so innocent yourself. You insinuated things that are not true."

"Like what?"

He looks riled up as much as I am. Only; he is enjoying this exchange too much. I would say he is getting off on it if I didn't know better.

"You called me a hypocrite pretending to look for sex for pay online. You said that I matched with you mainly because I am sexually attracted to you, and I am not."

"You are attracted to me. Do not indulge in self-deceit, Debs. You crave me bastardly. Do you know how I know that? Because you, my dear, are ogling me."

"I... am... not."

"Oh yes, you are. I can see you gulping painfully from thirst. You know you want to drink from this tall glass of fine wine. Admit it, and I will see if I can arrange that."

"Is there a limit to your narcissism? You can't blame me for my insinuations about you. What would someone like you be doing online, anyway? You do not look like you have trouble meeting people or picking up women. I bet you have women falling onto your dick at your command."

"And why can't I be online? What if I have trouble picking up women?"

"I highly doubt that. Your ego won't allow you to have any trouble picking up women. I bet you walk around with pride screaming; hey everyone, I am Sam, and I am super charming. The entire world wants to have sex with me".

He laughed so hard he was gasping for air. When he finally caught his breath, his emotion switched from amusement to predatory.

"So you find me attractive." He said, with sex pouring out of his voice. "And you want to have sex with me."

"You are delusional."

"Am I now?" He inched closer and softly placed his hand on my arms, keeping me locked in his gaze. "I can tell by the way you react when I touch you. I can tell by your uneven breath." He rasped away. "You are no innocent maiden, Debs. I told you I like them fiery. So you rile me up, knowing how much I like it. Those sexy lips of yours that quiver when I look into your eyes."

I could not move. I just stayed put like a hypnotized doll. He has me, and he knows it. He wet his lips, and gosh; they look delicious.

I can feel my throat drying up as he uses the tip of his finger to draw circles from my palm to my elbows. I can feel the heat rising on my skin, and my toes are curling uncontrollably. Oh, I am putty in his hands.

Sam, please do something. Save your mommy because your mummy is weak-willed and cannot save herself from this sexy devil.

But Sam is in a conspiracy with her namesake. She made no sound or movement as he used the tip of his index finger to trace the nape of my neck, and a shiver of pleasure ran through my spine. He placed his second hand on my lap, and I felt my whole body come alive.

"You see? The way your pulse quickened at my touch makes me know you want me, Debs."

Ok. That's it!

Gathering all my remaining sheer will, I jumped out of his touch like it was a burning flame.

"Uh... I have to go gg..ge...t.... Sam her food. She is hungry… yes, hungry. Gimme a minute."

Debby, you have developed a stutter too? Can this get any worse?

I bolted out of his presence faster than Usain Bolt and almost tripped after I crashed into my door because I forgot to turn the handle. Way to go, Debby.

Well, subtlety is not one of my abilities.