13. Witchcraft Coffee

Michael watched silently as she slipped a few more into the sugar canister. He looked at Jennifer who was listening intently to Jeffrey’s made-up story about saving a girl at school from bullies.

Troy placed a loose strand of her hair behind Eve’s ear. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." Eve turned to face Ritah. "How are you doing? You seemed a little upset when you left the hospital. Hun, I forgot to tell you Ritah came by before you picked me up."

"Hm, she told me off for not visiting you," Troy kissed his wife’s left hand. "Jen, please turn out the lights. I need to get my family home. You can clean up the tea things tomorrow."

"Lemme help!" Michael ran to follow Jennifer and tripped over an invisible lump on the carpet knocking into Jennifer as she picked up the tray.

The canisters fell onto the carpet spilling over as they burst open. Jennifer regained her balance.

Ritah scolded Michael for being clumsy and he shrugged it off. Eve watched as her eldest son kicked the sugar canister revealing dirt-like particles.

Ritah looked at Eve to see if she noticed. Eve smiled at Ritah and apologized for the commotion.

"Okay, my babies, time to go home," Eve stood up gripping Troy’s shoulder as dizziness made her head swim. "Jen, I’m so sorry about the mess."

"Me too, Jen. Let me help you clean up," Michael offered.

He grabbed a mini vacuum cleaner and began removing the sugar and instant coffee from the carpet. Jeffrey yawned and curled up on the sofa.

Troy stood up and kept an arm around his wife’s waist. He picked Jeffrey up and laughed when the boy wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, "Night Daddy."

Michael helped put away the tea things and held his mother’s hand as they left. After walking Jennifer to her car, they walked Ritah to hers and Eve handed Troy his car keys and took Jeffrey.

Troy smiled and got into the driver’s seat. He pressed the start engine button and reversed out of his parking spot. By the time they got home, both boys were fast asleep.

***

Ritah sped down the now nearly empty streets of Harare fuming. 'Damn that bastard child! Did he have any idea how expensive it would be to clean up the mess he’d caused?!'

She’d have to offer to restock Troy’s tea things now. Her phone rang. Beyoncé’s song Girls Rule the world rang loudly. Pressing the answer function on her steering wheel she reluctantly answered the call.

As her mother’s sister’s voice filled her car, she ground her teeth with irritation. This was going to be a long night.

All she wanted to do was get rid of her. Her fingers drummed against her steering wheel as she replied to her aunt in docile tones.

***

Troy rubbed his eyes. Swearing under his breath he closed them in a bid to get rid of the red.

He couldn’t go home like this, either she’d be livid with him or worry. Either way, she wasn’t supposed to be getting riled up.

Speaking of riled up he’d have to confirm if sex was out completely with Kugara. Troy didn’t, couldn’t understand why or how he was craving his wife.

She no doubt had an incredibly sexy body that made making love, having sex, and being naughty a favourite pastime of his but this was scary. She was his wife for goodness’ sake, surely he should be over the hots for her by now.

He doubted there was a single millimetre of her body that he didn’t know, hadn’t kissed, or touched intimately and they’d or rather he’d done a lot of crazy stuff in their early days. Just thinking about some of them brought a goofy smile to his face.

Troy cleared his throat as he picked up a product proposal written by one of the more promising interns. The smile wouldn’t leave his face though and he decided he wouldn’t try to get rid of it as a chuckle escaped his lips.

It never ceased to amaze him how- adventurous people assumed his wife was. Heck, a lot of men he knew fantasized about what they thought she was capable of.

He sighed as he leafed through the lengthy document. He’d been the one to corrupt the remaining innocence of hers though.

If only he’d been her first everything… Blood rushed through his body.

He cleared his mind and focused on the document in his hand. He mentally checked the calculations, so far, so good, the product had potential.

Troy found himself wanting to please his wife in ways he hadn’t thought of in ages. He buzzed Jen’s desk.

She answered his call. "Jen, get one of the guys from the jewellery store at The Village to bring me some ethical jewels,"

As soon as she responded in the affirmative he hung up.

Had he been on the other side of his office door he would’ve seen his P. A.’s eyes sparkle after frowning at his brusque manner.

She quickly set about looking for a jeweller who had gems that were unrelated to conflict zones. Her boss felt strongly about "blood diamonds" and other like gems.

Troy closed his eyes pinching the bridge of his already narrow nose. Eve loved his nose. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why.

An image of her standing nude in front of the teak body-length mirror he’d purchased on a whim for her last week weakened his joints and he felt the document slip from his hands and crash onto his desk.

He groaned out loud. He didn’t have time for this. And yet, there she was touching her breasts, testing their weight in her hands as if comparing them.

He recalled biting back a groan this morning as his libido kicked into gear as he watched her. She’d run a hand down her stomach, and he could have sworn his balls turned blue as he watched the hand slide past her belly button toward one of his most favourite places in the world.

His disappointment when her hand stopped where her pubic hair should’ve been had made him swallow only to realize his throat was dry. Even then he’d cursed himself for being so weak.

It was only a week since he’d enjoyed the pleasures only his wife seemed to give him. One week and he was desperate to have her.

Troy sighed and shifted in his chair. The movement only made the discomfort of his arousal worse. He sighed again.

The image seemed to be getting clearer. He’d nearly suffocated when she had bent forward on her knees in front of her closet.

His hand gripped his desk hard as his breathing became laboured. ‘What the hell was happening to him?’ he wondered, as the picture of her bottom wiggling up came at him as he grabbed his car keys.

The view wouldn’t go away. She was his wife; he didn’t have to desire her like a teen would a centrefold model.

His phone buzzed. 'What did his P. A. want?' Putting down the phone he swore softly.

He had a meeting with one of the female interns and his wife was on her way. 'Shit! Shit! Shit!'

There was no way she wouldn’t notice his rigid salute. He had to leave for the meeting in 20 minutes. 'Where was his wife?'

"What’s the matter, Love?" Eve asked closing and locking the door behind her as she walked into his office.

She was hiking up her skirt. Whoa, he couldn’t do this, but his body wasn’t listening.

"Babe, we can’t I have-"