Chapter 8
Before she could think of falling, Kwame hardened his grip, his other hand took the other side of her waist with a natural flare, making the trip look like a dance move that they planned to start with.
Few wows left the lips of few people. They loved what apparently looked like Ana's first move.
Ana bumped her torso into him. She spent a second on his chest, musing over the fact that she nearly fell. The disgrace that would have accompanied the fall if not for Kwame's skill, would have been a perpetual aftermath.
She was not a shy person but if she fell she would not be able to raise up her head when walking through her ocean of employees at work. The profound silence that would have accompanied her presence the next working day would speak volumes of this fiasco. She pulled back slightly and let her gaze rocket from his chest to his face. He was wearing a grin and looking down at her. Ana knew what the grin said. She suppressed a laughter and dropped her head back to his chest. After her wedge had bought her some height, only to his chest was the height her shoe could catapult.
Kwame was a tower.
Now that she had settled, she needed to conjure a dancing move from nowhere, or perhaps quickly learn from others who were dancing. She bit her lips as her eyes scanned around for a move she could start with.
She had begun moving when the DJ came to her rescue with some jazz.
This truncated her bounce to the previous Chris brown that was playing. It left her the last person bouncing to the previous music. She was a late comer. Everybody had a fast switch to the jazz. Kwame whispered into her ears if the DJ had brought all her moves shattering to the ground. His lips touched her earlobes in the process. The effect of this contact was monumental.
She felt like she had been injected a dose of sugar into the vein that passed in front of her ears down into her neck.
It left her dumb temporarily. This made her shake her head, a substitute for the 'mm' that could not be uttered. They smiled at each other briefly. The intimidating appearance in his eyes forced Ana to rest the side of her cheek on his chest, as they slowly moved left and right to the tunes.
Another teaser came knocking into her ears moments later.
'You should represent your company in a dancing competition.' This time, teasing lips made just one contact with her hyper-sensitive skin. This made her want to sleep. His body massaged better than her bed. A foolish urge told her to squeeze him further into herself and never let go, but a change of music brought her back to the reality of being surrounded by employees. There was no room to day dream. How she wished they were alone somewhere. She threw her gaze back at him again and said thank you. The shape of her lips after the 'you', was as though she wanted something. This time round, they stared at each other for quite a long-time. Her mascara made her look like a fairy character. She was attractive to the dregs. Ana was swimming in the black pool in his eyes.
Up close, Kwame admitted.
You are a goddess of beauty, his scattered brain was doing some confession.
He was staring at a fair woman who disturbed his sleeping muscles with every blink of hers. Her breath alone was worth tasting. It was simply irresistible in the night. Ana had an oval shaped face. She had a pointed chin that Kwame admired dearly.
'You are not a bad dance partner too.' Ana wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.
'You are better.' He smiled.
She felt two gigantic arms squeeze her tighter into himself. The squeeze had a demanding edge to it, but it was her body's reaction that made her swallow hard. She was a bundle of activated arousal. She felt comfortable and uncomfortable. The former for the fact that it had been more than a decade since she felt anything like that, and the latter for the fact that they were in the middle of a gathering. Her fingers clenched into a weak fist. A sign that she was fighting herself, but how could she fight what her body apparently could not let go off? For the purpose of pretence, they had performed extremely well to keep their smiles on, so that people would suspect nothing. Yet, the mounting affection was gradually eating away every aspect of their pretence. Like a drop of hot water onto a sugar cube, her body was melting horribly. The hug was growing inextricable. Consequently, her bosom felt like bursting under the pressure.
No, we cannot do this.
Ana had begun panicking. The looming finale was certainly going towards uncontrollable. She needed a way out. Kwame would not stop smiling and narrowing his gaze at her. For a while now she ceased to exist each time their eyes met. If their eyes met again with his lips parted once more, she was sure she would tear them apart with a whopping kiss.
Such a sweet worry you are.
She shook her head with her stare well away from him. Some killjoy needed to bother her with something related to work.
Someone not in his or her right sense to bother her with work at a dinner? She knew she was bound wait for an eternity. Her stars came to her rescue with a name. She used joe as an excuse, which Kwame did not say no to. She had to call him.
