Isioma could see him checking her out from the other side of the bar. She pretended to be oblivious as she took a seductive sip from her glass and proceeded to look the other way.
“For you”, the waiter said as he dropped two Mojitos in front of her
“I didn’t order these”, Isioma replied, even though she knew exactly where those drinks came from.
“The gentleman over there ordered these for you”, the waiter responded as Isioma lifted the glass and winked at the stranger before taking a sip.
This cat and mouse game had been going on ever since Isioma walked in wearing a daring red dress with a plunging neckline.
He’d stared at her all evening and remained long after his friends called it a night but this was his first attempt at communication.
Isioma was soaking in the thrill of it all. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had made her feel this sexy and she knew exactly what she was going to do about it.
She stood up and gave the stranger one last look before heading to the hotel lobby; it was about time she called it a night. She played the oblivious card as she spoke to the receptionist even though she could feel her handsome stranger watching her closely.
Isioma stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body when she heard a knock at her room door. He’s here, she thought as she put on her slippers and headed for the door.
As she expected, her handsome stranger was at the door with a grin and a bottle of champagne. She had asked the receptionist to give him her room number if he asked, knowing fully well that he would ask.
She opened the door and let him in with a smile on her face.
“Care for some champagne?”, he offered.
“I’ve already had a lot to drink tonight”, she replied as she took the bottle from him and set it on a side table.
“Are you sure about this?”, he asked as he pulled her against him, Isioma looked up at him and kissed him. That was all the assurance he needed.
When Isioma woke up the next morning, he was gone and she was grateful. Last night had been one of the most exhilarating experiences of her adult life but she really didn’t need any reminders in the light of day.
She took out her phone, which she had been ignoring all through yesterday, and went through the call log.
Her fiancé, Kola, had called thirty times and left so many messages apologizing. Her friends and his had also called and left messages for her but she hadn’t felt like talking to anyone yesterday. She still didn’t feel like talking to anyone now.
Their wedding was two weeks away and she’d walked in on him getting head from his side piece at his office yesterday.
Well, better late than never, Isioma thought as she opened his messages and replied, “Now we’re even, I’ll be back home tomorrow” before putting the phone away again.
Uju Okosieme is a lover of books, writing and movies. She enjoys reading, watching movies and critiquing them. A Self-proclaimed foodie.
She currently works for an online magazine and is working towards publishing her first book.