Emembassey

Rita needed to befriend any management staff of Global Press Limited to get to the owner of the company. It didn't matter who. It should have been a simple situation of using an unsuspecting person, but then she met the new Branch Manager - melanin, drool worthy, Benjamin Inyang. Ben was good at ignoring crass women who flirted without dignity. Rita Ukara was supposed to be one of such, despite being an insanely smart, annoying pest whose height reached only to his chest. But he caught himself wondering if her hair was naturally long or artificial, also, how would it feel when he plunged his hands into it or, perhaps, grabbed her wide, curvy hips?

SHOTS FIRED

It's just four months into our marriage and things have changed.

I'm back to Underflex, dressed in my sexy, short black dress.

I want to get laid tonight by a sexy, dark stranger. It's my latest craving and I've decided tonight is the night.

Ice clings against my glass as I swirl the amber liquid in it, my hooded gaze scanning the bar, not paying attention to the naked dancers in the cages.

It was a good thing I was scanning because my eyes caught the perfect stranger. He also sat alone, perhaps drinking exactly what I was drinking. His smouldering gaze traipsed over my upper body, the only thing he could see since I was sitting down.

I can recognise the interest in his eyes and I don't hide mine. I slide out my tongue and slowly lick my upper lip in sensual invitation and look at him through my long lashes.

HE RUINED ME 8 (Strangers)