Sinful Pleasures 18+ [A Nigerian Romance]

Five

We'd succesfully unloaded everything to the kitchen counters. Demola had done most of the lifting while I held doors open for him and tried not to fan-girl over his muscles moving under his shirt. It was a miracle I didn't drool, that's how hot he was. His arms were a major point of attraction for me and I couldn't stop imagining those hands pinning me down and doing dirty things to me.

"Where should I put these?" I asked after he'd dropped the packs of water in a storeroom hidden behind a door in the kitchen.

"Put the eggs, fruits and ice cream in the fridge, then leave the rest for Uche." He grabbed a bag and started rifling through it.  When he was done, he handed me the bag. "Fruits. Wash them and put in the fridge."

I silently took the bag and turned on the tap at the sink. After rinsing a bowl, I began rinsing the fruits and placing them in the bowl. When it was full, I moved to the fridge that he held open for me and began depositing oranges, apples, mangos and other fruits. Demola took an apple from my bowl and bit into it before turning away. The sound of water running made me turn to see him washing the rest of the fruits.

It would be hard to not jump this man. Everything he did seemed sexual to me. How could a man rinsing out fruits be turning me on.

"I can feel you staring. Finish up and shut the fridge," he said without turning back. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the task at hand.

Uche walked in a few minutes later then shooed us out of the kitchen. Demola made to go upstairs and I followed him. When he got to the corner that led to our respective rooms, he turned to face me.

"What will you do for the rest of the day?" he asked.

"Probably press my phone. Why are you asking?"

"I'm supposed to be entertaining you. Let's watch a movie."

I turned to return to the living room.

"Where are you going?" His voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Living room. To see the movie."

"We can watch it in my room. It's much more comfy."

How come he had a television set in his room and I didn't have one. I wanted to complain about the injustice of it, but remembered he lived with them while I was the guest here. I quietly followed him and watched as he stepped into the room. It was colder than the rest of the house because his air conditioning was on full blast.

Cold was not a good friend of mine so I suggested he turned the air conditioner off. Demola gave me a look and made no move to turn it off.

"I hate cold. If you can't turn it off, at least adjust the temperature."

"Use the duvet," he said simply.

I stepped into the room fully, my eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. He flipped on a light switch so I had a good look around the room. It was almost identical to mine, the only difference was the television and the mini fridge he had in there. I slowly sat on the bed, trying to acquaint myself with being in a room all alone with this man.

Demola grabbed the remote and soon Netflix came on. "Pick a movie." He tossed the remote to me and my chest felt full with pride as I caught it. I got comfortable on the bed, resting my back against the pillows and tugging the duvet over my body. When I was situated well enough, I began searching for something worthwhile to watch.

He opened his fridge and got out drinks, then a can of chin chin. I smiled at his choice of snacks as they were my favorite too. By the time he was seated beside me, I'd selected a movie. Demola rested his back on the pillow beside the one I was using, close enough that I could reach out and touch him but still far from me. He was also lying on the duvet while I was under it.