Is It Happening?

"I am inside," I replied, as I walked to open the door.

There was a look of disgust on her face immediately she saw me, probably because I was still dressed in the same clothes I wore to work and she thought I would wear the same clothes wherever she wanted me to accompany her.

She was about to speak, when I said, "sorry, I've been sleeping, I never knew I slept this long." I did not sound happy, she noticed.

"Do you have other things to do later today, am I inconveniencing you by dragging you out?" she asked.

"No, not that," I assured. "I had a dream, that's all." I tried to force a smile.

I offered her a seat and rushed into the bathroom to have my bath and dressed up in no time. On our way out, she gave me her car key, and I smiled. Not because I was excited to drive her car this time, but because I was feeling like Joseph in the bible.

"Maybe my dream will come true after all", I thought.

To get more clarity, I asked her where we were going, and she said Trukadero at Wuse 2. My smile became broader, it felt like the sides of my lips were touching each ear.

We got going and stopped at the traffic light close to the Mobil fillings Station and she decided to turn on the radio.

She searched 94.3, classic fm, and immediately, I heard, "Hold me, tight baby, never let me go.

"Your touch alone can save me, do not take it slow.

"I'll take you where you want to be, and put up a show.

"Cos we are here to see that we're meant for this road."

Of course, it had to be my favourite song.

"Deja vu," I said.

"Did anything happen?" she asked.

"Not yet," I replied.

"Not yet? If there's something wrong, you can tell me".

I told her everything was fine, that the song was my favourite song in the early 2000s, and that it brought back lots of childhood memories.

The light turned green, and I continued driving until I got to Trukadero. As we walked in, there was loud music.

"This party must be serious," I thought to myself.

But something amazing happened, the DJ's mix began to play the same song that was playing in the car, over the radio station. I paused, and breathed out, she looked at me and gave a shrewd smile, the 'I got you' smile.

"I knew something was wrong since I got to your house. Is it because I am your boss, and we are hanging out?"

She kept talking, but I couldn't hear the other things she said. I was so focused on her lips, and remembering the dream. She looked thrice as beautiful as ever, my thoughts were running wild, and then at the right time, I felt a nudge on my zip line. I looked down, I was having an erection, I quickly excused myself and went to the restroom.

In there, I started talking to myself, assuring myself that nothing would happen between us, she was my boss, and that's that.

When I came out, she was exactly in the same spot where I left her, she still gave me that shrewd smile, then whispered in my ears, "I know you're nervous because I'm your boss, relax and enjoy the party." She held my hand and walked me to find a place to sit.

There was a bottle of Escudo Rojo red wine on the table, in front of me. I opened it, and took a glass of it, to calm my nerves. We continued talking about random stuff, different people at the party, the way they were dressed, and all. She was so free with me, and it made me more attracted to her.

The party was over, and we left. I gave her back her car key and stopped a taxi passing by, to go home. But she signalled the taxi driver to go and told me I had to drive her home.

"John, you are neither romantic nor serious. How can you leave me out here in the middle of the night?"

"Sorry, ma."

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

"Okay." I entered and turned on the car.

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

"De... Ja... Vu..." I said that in my head. "No ma," I replied.

"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."

So much for convincing myself that she was my boss, and nothing could happen between us. It was happening already, so fast, faster than my dream.

She gave directions to her house as I drove and she couldn't stop staring at me and smiling. We made a quick stop at the traffic light in front of the police headquarters at Shehu Shagari Way because I was driving fast to beat the traffic light, but it turned red before I could pass.

"So, John. Do you feel anything for me?"

I noticed a spike in my pulse as I heard that. I said nothing. I couldn't speak, it felt as though my lips were sealed together.

"John? Are you shy to reply?" she teased.

I looked at her and let out a smile, and focused back on the road. The traffic light turned green, and I drove on.

We arrived at her house, it wasn't what I saw in my dream. In reality, the house was way more beautiful than that in my dream. What remained the same was the orderliness, nothing out of place. She asked one more time if I felt something for her when we got talking again, in the parlour. Well, she was an attractive woman, what's there not to like about her?

She showed me around her house and offered me a drink, 5alive pulpy.

She turned on the television, gave me the DStv remote, and walked to the kitchen. She said the alcohol she took made her hungry and she needed to eat. A few minutes later, she came in with pizza from Domino's Pizza. She said she ordered it before she left, but couldn't eat it because she didn't want to be late for her friend's party.

I changed the channel to Supersport La Liga, channel 204. It was a replay of Valencia and Villarreal showing. It was played earlier that night, by 8:00 pm, and I missed it because of the party. I started watching from about the 39th or 40th minute when Gerrard Moreno was getting ready to play a penalty.

As we ate the pizza together, I noticed there was no way I'd be going home because it was very late and I wouldn't see a means to go, so I told her I would love to have my bath, and she took me to one of the rooms, to the bathroom. I took off my clothes except for my boxer, and sat down on the bed, pressing my phone. I was going through my text messages. I only got 2 messages.

Rachel: Hey John. Johnny, Johnny, John. Mommy's boy. So you don't want to subscribe and chat with me on WhatsApp?

"This babe sef," I thought, shook my head and smiled.

Rachel: I want you to accompany me to the market tomorrow, I hope you have nothing to do on Saturday. I will send you my address by morning. Good night.

I dropped my phone on the bed and walked into the bathroom. I stood for about 2 minutes before taking off my boxers, I was expecting her to walk in, as I saw in my dream, and I didn't want her to see me naked when she does, if she does. It was a no-show, she did not come in, and I removed my boxers and turned on the shower.