My Boss's Request

My first few days were lovely, I had good working experiences and wonderful colleagues. I lived a simple life, and everyone took a liking to me.

Rachel was my very close friend at the bank, I didn't attach any meaning to the kiss after that day and it was cool, we worked closely together when I was transferred to the bulk room after those first few weeks. She was the type that loves to talk, and gist, I had no choice but to engage in conversations with her almost every time, even if it was clear that I wasn't in the mood to talk.

On one of those occasions, we talked about the bank manager, when she walked in on us. It was at the close of work, and no customers, so gisting was normal. A few minutes later, she called the telephone in the bulk room, she wanted me in her office right away.

I left immediately and headed for the stairs. I kept adjusting my sleeves and tie as I walked, one step at a time. "We said nothing bad about her, why would she want to see me?" I kept thinking.

As I got to the door and knocked, I waited for a response before opening the door.

"Yes, come in, John."

"So you both were gossiping about me." She smiled. "You think I dress lovely every day. Well, thank you."

"Ma, it wasn't gossiping per se, we both love your dress sense. It's cool," I replied.

"So, why haven't you said that to me?

"Anyway, what do you do on Fridays?" she asked.

"Today's Friday, ma."

"I know today's Friday. But what do you do on Fridays, how are your weekends like?"

I wasn't quite sure why she was asking, somehow I thought she wanted to give me a task to take home to finish up. So, I thought hard about things to say, to avoid any kind of work she would want to give to me.

"Since you can't reply, that means your weekends are usually boring. I want you to accompany me somewhere this evening."

I drew my head backwards, it was obvious I was lost.

"I will come by your house by 7:30 pm to pick you up. Go and finish up your work."

It was confusing, and many thoughts ran through my mind. "Where does she want me to accompany her to, where could it be?" I thought to myself.

"What did she call you for?" asked Rachel who was making her way upstairs when I was coming down.

"Nothing serious, she wanted to know if I'd be free to take some work home," I lied.

There was no way I would have told her Ms. Josephine wanted me to accompany her somewhere later in the evening.

"Alright then, I want to go drop off some papers at her office to sign before she leaves."

After work, I went home, had something to eat, and waited till 7:00 pm, before having my bath. And while I waited, she sent a text message.

Madam: Wear something nice, I am on my way.

It looked weird saving her number as 'madam' in my phone contact, but I changed it to something better as we got along.

At about 7:30 pm, she called, she was outside my house. "She does keep to time," I said to myself.

I walked to the car, and we greeted. She looked lovely as usual, I complimented her looks, and she thanked me. She came down and asked me to drive. I couldn't refuse because I had always wanted to drive her car. I was excited.

"Where am I driving to, ma?" I asked.

"Trukadero. A friend of mine is having a party."

It was about 15 to 20 minutes from my place to Trukadero. We talked about random stuff while on the way and laughed about funny things.

We got to our destination and walked into the place. There were lots of people present. We found somewhere to sit down.

"What's she celebrating?" I spoke into her ear because the music was so loud.

She replied into my ear too, "Her 34th birthday."

"That means..." I used my fingers to gesture that they were the same age, and she nodded.

She then looked at me in a certain way, and tilted her head to the side, to signify she wants to know my age too.

I said, "29."

The party started. It was all fun. Lots to eat and drink. Trukadero had a bowling track, so we bowled. It was super fun at the party.

At about 11:30 pm, we left, after she talked with her friend. The celebrant then thanked us for coming.

I gave her back her car key, but she refused to collect it, insisting I should drive her home.

"I don't know where you stay, ma."

"I will show you the way. Just drive towards Asokoro."

"Okay, ma."

"And John, stop calling me 'ma' outside of work. Just call me my name, Josephine"

I replied, "Okay." I started the car and drove off.

"Do you know I've always had my eyes on you since the day of your interview?" She asked.

"No ma."

"Ma?"

"Oh, sorry about that. I am used to calling you 'ma'."

"It's fine. That was why I called you that Monday. I couldn't stop thinking about you since the job interview."

"Thank you, Josephine."

"Just thank you? You love my dress sense and love how I look. Surely you must have felt something."

We kept having that conversation until we got to her house. She wanted me to stay over, so I did.

Everything in her house was perfect, so arranged. Nothing was out of place. I was mad impressed.

We stayed in the sitting room for a while, to finish up our conversation from earlier. I finally opened up that she was a very attractive woman, and organised. It was hard not to have a liking for her. She smiled.

It was past midnight, and I told her I'd like to have my bath. She showed me to the bathroom and went back to the parlour.

I took off my clothes and placed them on the bed, walked into the bathroom and began to have my bath.

A moment later, I heard the door open, it was her. She walked in, wearing nothing, and my heart raced faster.

In my head, time became slow and the water froze. I could see each drop before it touched my body. Then, in a split second everything became fast, like the earth was spinning fast.

I was in the shower, but I could feel myself sweating.

She joined me to bathe, was overly quiet, and didn't say a single word. It made me nervous.

I finished and went to the room. It wasn't long after, she was done, and joined me in the room, still naked, and quiet.