Hot Cake... Ep. 3

The candle light dinner was magical and the food was exquisite. Although I have never been a fan of continental cuisine, I've always loved our local delicacies, that night my tastebuds pleasurably adapted to the strange dishes let me just hope that my stomach will respect herself. 

Elvis lacked culinary skills, he can't be good at everything nah. But he made up for it by inviting a chef from one of the best hotel’s in town to prepare and serve us dinner at his luxurious home; an apartment at the new world trade center building. The apartment was tasteful and the well crafted interior reeked of sophistication, luxury, masculinity and passion. Omo the blend pressed all my buttons and I relaxed, who no like enjoyment?

The night was perfect and so was Elvis. His exceptional decorum, brilliant conversations and impressive sense of humor raked in more points for him. 

My thoughts drifted to my encounter with the young man who had alighted from the brand new car he sent to my gate earlier that evening. He called the car his newest baby and I was the first to ride in it...this life eh lol! 

I had thought the young man was lost, but when he explained his mission and introduced himself as Elvis’ Personal Assistant (PA), I had to take in his appearance yet again and yes, I was impressed. Elvis knew how to take care of himself and his staff. Omo this is too much for any woman to resist and I was failing at resisting and falling shamelessly.

Okay, let’s back up because I think I lied.

My cuisine taste was not the only thing that changed that night. My taste in men instantly became revolutionized. The proverbial scales fell off my eyes. I started questioning myself.

What have I been doing with men who knew next to nothing about how to treat a lady? See eh; it’s not all about the money. A man should know how to keep his woman interested. Elvis, the former player and bad boy from my past was dazzling my head and heart. You can call it spinning, funny thing was, I didn’t care.

Anyway, let's move on.

Dinner was over. I was alone in the living room and my host had gone to ensure the chef would get home safely. My eyes were running all over the wall arts and the obviously expensive interior decor in admiration when my FBI mode became activated; what does Elvis actually do for a living? My mind queried. I instantly shut that thought down and decided to ignore all negativity and enjoy myself; Nikky you worry too much joor.

The soft music that seemed to be floating into the cool room from the walls was serenading my tumultuous mind when he approached looking breathtakingly handsome. The white shirt he wore clung to him and highlighted every muscle on his torso; gosh those biceps. I blinked almost a thousand times before managing to safely drag my eyes back to his smiling face. If he sensed what was going through my mind, he did not show any sign.

Before you conclude, just know that my mind was not clouded by any form of temptation, all thanks to the lingering christian tune that was replaying in my head all night, that song refused to go away, but I was becoming worried at me. Somehow keeping my eyes on his handsome face had turned into a battle I was losing. Yet, for me, the male muscle was never a major attraction. They are just muscles nah but why do I keep staring at his!

Nikky, calm down, it’s just a friendly dinner and nothing more, I told myself for the umpteenth time that night.

He stopped in front of me, hands on his waist and eyes gleaming with sheer joy. I uncrossed my leg and reached for my glass of non-alcoholic wine. I suddenly wished I could stomach a strong drink because I was beginning to desperately need one.

“I read your article on child's right and rape. I must confess that I totally agree with you. Although I think the punishment should be death by firing squad aired live on the national television. Children deserve to be loved. They deserve to be happy..."

"You follow my blog?"

"Follow? That's an understatement. I am your loyal fan. I love reading your blog stories.”

He sat next to me on the couch and my traitorous heart lurched. His voice sounded like music to my ears. This man knew how to warm his way into a woman's heart and his score just hit the benchmark. 

The night was still young and I was not even yearning to leave.

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Okay dearies. That's it for this month.

The next episode of "Hot Cake" will be in December. Keep a date with us and don't forget to share your opinion with us on child abuse through any of our handles.

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