Chapter 11

 "I'm not such a badass."

      She chuckled and walked away from him. He looked at his chest, he hadn't noticed that a paste of the MacLean had been there all along. Even the jealous receptionist was blind to it. 

      He heaved a sigh of relief. He had thought that she was going to touch him at a delicate spot. He would had succumbed. 

      He wasn't sure a strong guy who was capable of taming, bruising or resisting temptations. He wasn't that strong. He wished he was. 

      He chuckled too. He had thought wrongly about her. He should plead for mercy. He smiled. 

     The door of the elevator opened and she walked out firstly, then he followed. He had always heard that Ladies' first. 

       Then as he turned towards the end of that aisle, he saw his angel laughing over a cup of coffee. She wasn't with anyone, she seemed to be watching something on the office laptop. 

    Why would he say that twas the office's? Wasn't she rich enough to buy herself an ordinary laptop. Damn! She had her own car. 

      "I should go from here. Enjoy."

     The lady said. He wanted to tell her to stop or give him her number or something. He didn't know precisely but he would love to know more about her.

     He had always thought that the appearance or first reaction or impression of someone defined the person. He realized then that pressure could only dictate a crazy mood for someone some times but can never define them. 

    He smiled at her and watched her go. He turned towards her as she  walked into the elevator again. She should had pressed the button before then. 

    He looked towards the door to the office of Ishbelle. She had already seen him. She was already on her feet and was eager to meet him. 

   He walked briskly towards the door and took note of the tag at the top middle above the top bar of the door. The inscription on it was,

     "Welcome to the real news guys. Isshy!"

      He smiled at the name. Isshy! He thought. That sounded sweet and warm. 

      He opened the door and before he could he even raise his head, she was already all over him. 

     She held unto him for a while and pressed herself so strongly on him. 

    He felt the connection so quickly. The familiar surge coursed through his veins but wasn't going to rip it out at that moment. 

     She wounded her arms around him. Her head was on the top of his chest. She wasn't short, but not as tall as he was. 

     "Immediately I got your message, I started expecting to meet you. Seemed like we haven't met since forever."

     She pressed on him again. From her waist down, she was pressed on his waist down too. She was putting a message across, he understood it but hoped that he wasn't getting his hope too high. 

     They were in her office of course, she wouldn't want a quickie. That wasn't even a nice thought. 

     Then it occured to him. He wanted to ask her what message she meant. He didn't send her any message. He would confuse her if he say that. He knew who was responsible. 

      She let go of him and looked at him. He knew what that meant. He brought his mouth closer to hers and met them.  

     She tasted cake. Like some vanilla cake. He didn't even know if there was anything as such. He wasn't a cake guy. 

     She didn't bite hard, his hold on her was light but hers was demanding. He should remind her that they were in her office. 

     "That's right."

     She fought her mouth free and chuckled. She hadn't had a better birthday office visit. 

      She walked to her seat and he sat opposite her. 

    "But that text was pretty too early though."

    She said. He didn't know what to say to her. He didn't even know when the message was sent to her. He didn't even know the content. Damn! What some crazy test that was. 

    "Nothing too early for someone who is always on your mind."

     "Awwn, that's sweet. But 7am is way early, bro."

    She chuckled. She had said the bro on purpose. She wanted to catch his reaction. She did. Twas gloomy. She would have to pay for it. 

    She stood up and walked over to him. 

     "Aww, jealous big boy. Come here."

    She sat on the table before him and bent to kiss him. He responded. They kept it very light but she gave her best. 

     "Oh! I almost forgot."

   He picked up the bouquet of flowers on the table by his right hand. She was seated on the left part of the table. 

     He stepped backwardly from the chair and went on one knee. He offered it to her. 

     She smiled real hard. Twas hearty. He could tell. Those were some emotional moment he would never forget. 

     She collected them and helped him up. She hugged him for a while and rubbed him on the back. 

      She kinda wished that that day wasn't a day of work. 

     "These are beautiful. I love you."

   She said and kissed him warmly. There was a kinda sound to it. He loved that sound. He could even kiss a fox for it. 

     "They aren't as beautiful as you, mi gold."

    He said. She chuckled. That was the best thing she could think of. 

     "I didn't know that you're this sweet."

    His hands were on her laps. He was moving them over the laps delicately. He was conscious not to wake the Medusa in her. 

   "How about we go to the beach tomorrow?"

    He said to her. She paused for a moment. She looked at him and acted as though something just dropped in her mind. 

    She stood from the table, put the bouquet to her breasts and walked towards the door. She opened and walked out, cut a corner which led to the office of the manager. 

     "I'm taking a goddamn break from Tyler."

   She called and hurried down the aisle. 

    He sighed and leaned into the soft foam of the turning chair. He didn't know if he would had been that happy without knowing her. 

     "Isshy."

    He chuckled.