Femme Fatale.

34

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The small, intimate dining room in which Lax and Carla eat their late supper is quite luxurious, softly lit and filled with divine persons.
They drink fresh juice and eat biryani, grilled fish, fried chicken with kachumbari which is spiced with hot chill,just as they like it.
Vanilla ice cream dessert is served and they enjoy it quietly before Lax takes Carla back to her own comfortable and spacious bed, and makes love to her with a warmth and expertise which leaves Carla physically and delightfully satiated.
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Songs for the chapter:
Nipekeche - Adasa
All Over - Tiwa Savage
Sunshine - Nameless ft Habida
(Chapter dedicated to wangari_matu and saumunassir for being my most loyal readers.)

CARLA:
A boutique? I thought we are supposed to be going to dine at Medina Hotel in Watamu by now but Lax is dragging me into yet another dressmaker's store.

Every head of the ladies dressed in exquisite and clever designs in the elegant salon turns as an immaculately tailored Lax ushers me through the front door of the dressmaking establishment in Nyali.

It is a splendid establishment located strategically along a street where elegant ladies and fine gentlemen might easily see it as they drive down the street. It has a homely feel to it with the soft carpets, bright mirrors, beautifully draped curtains at each long window, comfortable chairs and sofas , fresh flowers and pretty pictures so that their exclusive clients might almost believe they are in the comfort of their own home.

A tall graceful figure dressed in black walks towards us, indicating with a long slender hand to the slack-jawed tailors who are no doubt in her employ to quit staring and resume their duties at once.

"I'm Miss Mahmoud. Karibuni sana and how may I be of assistance to you lovely ladies?" The woman wears a warm smile and is simply dressed for it would not do good to look more fashionable that one's clients. She shows quite plainly her surprise at how intimately Lax holds me with her hand around my waist and her eyes shinning lovingly into mine.

"What can I do for you?" She asks again, addressing Lax and my take is because Lax is taller and looks older than me. "Perhaps you and your sister ?"

"Girlfriend, I'm afraid." A polite and gracious nod of Lax's head to me and I chance her a smile.

"My apologies on that but perhaps you would care to come upstairs and take a cup of coffee with me as we discuss what it is you desire?"

With Lax's hand at my elbow I drift through the delicately perfumed air,hardly touching the rich, biscuit-colored carpet with my pink sneakers. I go about her arm like a young Queen though all the while knowing this place is far out of my league.

Miss Mahmoud sits us with all the pomp of visiting royalty in the comfort of a small, private sitting room with cool AC and I visibly relax as I take the coffee in a fine bone China coffee cup.

At last Lax finds her voice.

"A simple dress with a sophisticated design for her. Soft colours with a touch of Ankara and minimum embroidery, if you please." Lax speaks comfortably using all the appropriate terms to express her needs as though she herself is a couturier!