PRUDE WITH PRIDE

Chapter Nine

After the fuss with the elevator and spending hours smacking on my laptop drafting up the script of the advert, I am exhausted. The script finally comes together and I send it to Temi. It's almost time for my date, I have one hour and thirty minutes left to prepare. I realize I don't want to go. It could be the weird ass comment Ire made or the fact that Feyi's presence does nothing to me. Till now I have kept an open mind, thinking maybe something would change. But nothing has happened so far. I still see him as a colleague.

I drag myself up from the floor that I had been typing on and sluggishly make it to the bathroom. If not for the elevator that powered back up I would have loved to ask Ireoluwa what he meant by be careful. He needs to know that he can't warn me to be weary of
someone without telling me the reason. But he just disappeared and his room number eludes me.

I am not adventurous. The suspense of this whole situation is killing me. The water falls on my face and body and I scrub myself clean of the elevator. Because of my claustrophobia, I sat on the elevator floor. This disgust I felt is  also as a result of the sultry comment Ireoluwa made about people having sex in the elevator.

I flush at the thought imagining both of us doing that. Although, I can't see myself having sex with anyone anywhere other than in a house. It could be anywhere in the house. I
would love to be in a passionate romance like that. Think whatever you want of me. He was full on flirting with me. I don't know how to flirt, tried to master the art but to no avail. But
I do know when someone is flirting with me.

And that's the problem with Feyi. I don't feel it. At all. As someone who has never dated, I attract the wrong kinds of men. The misogynistic ones, the rude ones, the perverts and those who see women as objects. That is why regardless of what anyone says I
am going to keep an eye out and choose carefully. If it were up to my mom, she would have give me to her friend's son without as much as thinking about it.

Its not like i don't want to experience love. It's just that I don't want love that comes at a price. Women for many years have suffered in their marriages. A man can do whatever he wants. Unfortunately, women would always have to answer questions. It's best to look before you leap. I am squeaky clean now and out of the bathroom. I don't feel like dressing up. So I wear a
jean and top my converse. My face is bare but I don't care. Quickly, I make my way to the restaurant. I had a hard time finding my way and when I get it he is sitting on the chair clad in his usual shirt and trouser.

Forcing a smile on my face, I draw the chair in front of him.

"Hey."

"Hey. Did you wait long?"

I ask, staring at his face for a trace of anything strange. He doesn't strike me as a perv, I think I would have caught one if he was from the conversations we've had at the office. Except he is really good at hiding it.

"Not really. I am famished. Shall we order?"

"Definitely."

For the first time, I look around taking in my surroundings. It's a fancy place and the customers are dressed so elegantly. I am the only one wearing jeans. There are chandeliers hanging from the brightening up the place.

"How's the script coming?" He asked

"I am done writing and I have sent it to Temi."

"Your idea is very impressive. New and refreshing."

I smiled a genuine smile now. "You are not the first to say that. Thanks. So, why do you like me? Why now?" I cut to the chase.

"Ahh...." He trails off then wipes his mouth obviously thinking about a response. Bloody hell, so he has never thought about why he likes me. This is getting interesting