Frustrated

Thirty minutes after the call with her sister, Omolade was still tossing and turning on the bed. Not because she was feeling uncomfortable, no! Nana's boss was right, the herb he added to her chicken soup worked like magic. She felt much better, all traces of fever and sore throat were gone!

She couldn't sleep because she was famished and also felt dehydrated. The only food she's had all day was that chicken soup Nana's boss made for her and the water bottle Nana left for her in the bedside drawer was now empty. She drank it all and still thirsted for more.

'Nana's boss... hmm!' She wondered at how she's been addressing him in her mind. She also wondered why he didn't introduce himself to her when he was flirting with her earlier. Well maybe it's all for the best, it's better to keep a man like him at arm's length. Thank God Emma is coming at daybreak to pick her up.

She stepped out of bed and decided to go look for the kitchen. Although she's still feeling light-headed, it's nothing that a hot plate of food couldn't fix. As she walked out of the room, she wondered if the whole household had gone to sleep and if it was okay for her to take the liberty of making herself something to eat.

She was just a guest after all. On second thoughts, could she even consider herself a guest since she was not invited? After all, the man had no choice but to save her life since he couldn't leave her to die on the road like a stray animal. She just prayed they won't take offense at her little act of trespass and invasion of privacy.

'Wow!... This is impressive!' Omolade marveled as she walked down the flight of stairs, beholding his palace-like living room that was decorated in cream and gold antique furniture and interior decorations.

'So he's not just good-looking, he's also very rich.' She noted to herself. She arrived at the ground floor and made her way toward the dining area where all kitchens are usually located in a home. 'Hope his own kitchen is not an exception, ' she thought and stopped in her tracks.

She saw a door was slightly ajar to the left side, away from where the dining area was located. She walked towards the door where she could hear soothing and relaxing piano music streaming out from. She peeked inside to find him in a very weird-looking yoga pose

'He does yoga!?... Omolade thought with mouth agape, looking at how he held himself up and away from the floor with just his left hand supporting his whole weight while his legs were twisted in what looked like an impossible angle.

She gawked at his bulging muscles and at his back where the dragon tattoo whose tail end she saw wrapped around his arm was also wrapped around his body. She wondered where the dragon's head was located. Certainly on his chest. She answered her own question and wished he would turn around so she could see what the tattoo looks like on his well-muscled chest.

She started to have sinful thoughts in her mind again but she didn't care, she just wanted to see his chest. Omolade thought in her head. She stayed gawking by the door, didn't know for how long she stayed until his deep voice talked

"It's called the Eight Angle Pose..."

His voice shocked her out of her gawking state and left her wondering how he knew she was watching him since he still had his back to her. 'Was I breathing too hard?' She asked herself in her mind. 'God what is wrong with me!? Why am I acting like I've been sex-starved!?'

"What!?..." She asked since she didn't quite get what he said before

"Eight Angle Pose... a.k.a. Astavakrasana"

"Asta...what again?"

"A-s-t-a-v-a-k-r-a-s-a-n-a" He said and somehow maneuvered himself to turn towards her smiling like he was having a great time of his life.

"Well, it looks like an evil push-up that your fitness instructor would come up with just to make your life miserable." She replied with a frown on her face

He laughed and let himself down in a lotus-style sitting position, "True, some yoga poses look like what you just described but the fact is yoga and its practice is all sorts of wonderful. There are some poses that if you didn't understand or practice yoga, would look either painful, funny, or just plain weird. It's not all intimidating though! Far from it."

No wonder his shirt smells nice. She thought remembering an article she read once that says the regular practice of yoga is more effective than cologne since exhaling and sweating help get rid of toxins from the body.

"So what are you doing up? He asked while he rolled up his mat, placing it with others in a corner of the room. He turned back to look at her when she didn't answer his question. Instead, she had a faraway daydreaming look on her face

"Hey!" He called sharply, snapping his fingers in front of her face to get her out of her reverie

"What!?..."

"What were you thinking about? Your boyfriend!?" He asked with a mocking q frown on his face

'No! I was thinking about caressing your biceps, you evil, walking temptation of a man!' She thought in annoyance but snapped at him instead.

"No!... Even though I don't see how my thoughts are any of your business!"

"It isn't. Just that I asked you a question but you chose to stare instead of answering my question."

"Stare!? I wasn't staring..."

"Yeah right... You weren't!"

"Don't be sarcastic!"

"Okay, that wasn't my intention... I only asked why weren't you sleeping yet but it seems you're angry about something"

"I was looking for the kitchen cos I'm hungry and thirsty. I wasn't angry about anything." She said tersely

"Guess you snapped at me for just no reason then."

"Can we just drop it..."

"It's dropped!" He replied and walked towards the door "Come!"

"Excuse me!..." She stood where she was, not following as he had said.

"What?" He turned back to ask why she was still standing when she burst out in annoyance

"You can't just boss me around just because I'm in your house..."

"What!?..." Akin was surprised at her utterances. "What the fuck do you mean by boss you around? You were hungry and I was just taking you to the kitchen to get you something to eat..."

"Oh... I..."

"Let's just go get you something to eat... It's late" He said and turned to leave, hoping she would follow behind him. Women are complicated beings. Why are their brains wired the wrong way? Boss her around!? Where the hell did she get that idea from?' He wondered as he led her to the kitchen

'Oh, shit!...' Omolade swore to herself when she realized she messed up. 'What came over me? Why take my frustrations out on him? He saved my life, brought me to his house, and certainly didn't ask me to be attracted to him so why am I taking my frustrations out on him!?'

She thought to herself while she followed behind him. They arrived at the kitchen and he pulled out a chair for her to sit then busied himself, getting her what she would eat.

Omolade watched him bring out a slice of pizza from the fridge and put it in the microwave oven. He might be a player but he's certainly a nice one. She was ungrateful and rude and should apologize to him. She was about to open her mouth to apologize when he turned around with the plate of Pizza in his hand.

"Hope you don't mind? This is the best I could do considering the time, so enjoy!" He said and placed the plate in front of her. He also brought her a pitcher of water and a glass cup. If there's nothing else then I guess you'll have to excuse me. It is already late and I have an early start. Good night"