GOOD INTENTIONS

Chapter 2

At the close of work, Frank signed out at the reception desk and quickly started towards the exterior of his office building. Taking out his phone, he dialled Kaffi's number, it rang out at first and on the second try, she picked.

"Hello..." he said, expecting her to recall either his voice or his number.

"Hello..." Kaffi replied sounding quite unsure of who she was talking to.

"This is Frank, we spoke earlier today. I just closed from work, so I should be with you in a few minutes."

"Great, see you soon then," she said.

While on his way, Frank tried his best to match a face to the beautiful voice he had been talking to over the phone; he imagined her light, then melanin black, then just chocolate, eventually he gave up and smiled to himself, maybe he was overthinking this. He just hoped she would be as welcoming as she was over the phone.

He just wasn't prepared for what he saw when he got to Kaffi's. She opened the door and he literally froze for about three seconds, Kaffi was beautiful; with no makeup on, her face was as smooth as a baby's bottom, her eyes were fierce and almost intimidating, she had her hair tied into a ponytail and he couldn't help but notice she wasn't wearing a bra...this last bit got him uncomfortable. Kaffi was used to guys staring but was shocked it only took Frank a few seconds, she opened the door wide enough to just allow a little space between them as he passed into her living room.

Her house was almost as beautiful as she was, Frank just stood for a while admiring the subtlety of her decor, she had a wine-red themed interior finishing with the exception of her window blinds that were dark green for reasons best known to her. Taking a seat on the single chair, directly opposite her flatscreen TV, he expected her to go into her room and possibly change into a less revealing top or maybe throw on a bra, but Kaffi walked over to the sofa and sat, wearing the most beautiful smile ever.

"You have a beautiful home," he said, half trying to distract his mind from wandering far away and half trying to take charge of the situation he found himself in.

"Thank you..." she said, well aware that she was making him uncomfortable but was fascinated at how he was aptly managing himself.

"What can I offer you, I have some softs in the fridge and a bottle of wine, that's if you take alcohol?" she added.

"Water would be just perfect," he said with a smile.

Kaffi got up and returned with a glass and a big bottle of water on a tray. She dropped the tray on the centre table and pulled one of the side-stools. Lifting the tray off the table she bent over, placing it on the side stool directly in front of Frank, she took her time pouring the water into the glass coquettishly. Frank didn't plan for any of this, this wasn't happening, or was it, is she really trying to seduce him on his first visit? He knew and had heard of girls that were too forward, but firsthand, this was on some next level, he battled some more thoughts, and even considered standing and excusing himself from her apartment, but he felt she was a soul that could be won over and decided to sit this torture through. Whatever she was playing at, wasn't going to work, he figured he would spend the next ten minutes just talking randomly about music and informing her of the choir rehearsal schedules before taking his leave.