Life wasn't always like this and I haven't always been this type of lady. Once upon a time I was young, innocent and calculated. Somehow, at some point, things changed. It was supposed to be a business meeting after work on a Friday night. Peter and I fixed an appointment to discuss how our two companies could work together. Since it was Friday night and also an informal meeting, I thought to pull Lisa along.
When I got to Protea Hotel on Awolowo road, I found that Peter brought his friend, Tom, along too, so we evened out. It was a splendid time out, so much to laugh about and talk about. At the end of the evening, it seemed like we had known each other forever. This was actually the first informal meeting between Peter and I. All prior meetings had been at the State House and were strictly for business.
Peter seemed to develop some kind of interest in Lisa. He didn't strike me as that kind of guy, so I didn't jump into conclusions by talking about it. He probably just liked her and that was all there was to it. He was married after all. Tom, on the other hand, was just ideal. He had just the right dose of wit, sarcasm and humor. He was tall, dark and boyishly handsome. I am not a big fan of very dark men, but Tom hit it! We swapped Blackberry PIN's and I said I'd keep in touch. I had to tread carefully as he had not betrayed any emotion whatsoever, so I did not know whether or not he liked me.
It took all my self-control to resist texting him that weekend. I managed till Tuesday and then I sent him a text that read, "Knock Knock". That was the beginning of the most beautiful yet sinful affair I have ever had. Don't get it twisted; sparks didn't start flying just then. We said "hi" a couple more times and on Friday night, we decided to hang out. We started out by sharing a bottle of champagne at his flat, and then did some bar-hopping. We went from E bar to Swe bar and then eventually, we wound up at Likwid, drank some more and danced some. Tom was a really good dancer and I loved that I could feel his vibe.
Our bodies shared a rhythm; created a rhyme. My common sense kept reminding me that he was married and so I had to pull the brakes and go home while it was still early. I paid it no mind and went on with reckless abandon. Maybe I had too much to drink, or, as I like to tell myself, maybe my drink was spiked. I don't know and would never know. All I know is I got tipsy and needed to puke. My head was spinning and I had to hang on to Tom who guided me out of the club and took me back to his place. He was quite gentle with me and let me puke all I wanted until I felt better. I washed up and in that state of mild confusion we made love; the kind I hadn't had in a long while.
