Behind The Face Of A Stigma

The unexpected visitor

Nathan was working on a file in the study sometime in the evening. Raymond was right. He shouldn't be working on a vacation but he had written it off as a simple task. He would be done in minutes.

Just then his stomach rumbled and he rushed down to the kitchen to get himself a pack of juice. From the refrigerator, he took out the pack of juice and poured himself a glass before returning to the study.

He drank it slowly, savouring each mouthful of the cold, tangy liquid. He never insulted good food by rushing it.

He thought he heard the door bell but he ignored. Raymond never uses the doorbell. He just barges in. And there was no one who visits... Except. His thoughts froze. He fervently wished it wasn't one those stray girls. If only all wishes came true.

He heard it again and this time, he knew it was real.

"Hey there."

A beautiful light skinned girl was standing outside his door wearing a thick black coat with a full makeover and heels that only models could dare to wear.

"Hey." He answered cautiously. "Do I know you?"

"Well you're about to."

She invited herself into the hallway, brushed past him and moved towards the living room before removing her coat and Nathan almost screamed at what he saw but quickly averted his eyes. Her dress was outrageously begging for attention.

She was wearing a tight fitting green dress that exposed her cleavage excessively. The length was just above her thighs and she reeked of concentrated body sprays that made him nauseous.

"How can I help you?" He asked and trained his eyes intently on her face not daring to look at her body.

"Hmm... What a nice question. Although I must say that it should be the other round. How can I be of help to you?" She pointed out confidently. "And the answer would be, in several ways. I can be of help to you in several ways. Ain't you going to offer me anything?" She asked moving and touching the furnitures one by one.

"Hmmmm... Nice antiques." She commented while brushing her hands over everyone of them.

"What are you doing here?" He asked again, suddenly getting irritated.

"What am I doing here? How about you ask what my name is first?"

"You know what, I don't care. What do you want?"

"You really should ask me, my name?" She persisted teasingly. "If you won't ask, I'd save you the trouble. My name's Ginger. And I work at the IITA Hotel with your so-called girlfriend, Naomi. Are you two really together?"

"Yes we are very much an item." He answered wondering why he had to answer that but he did anyway.

"Hmmm. You know why I'm called Ginger, I like to spice things up. I can turn boring things into something spectacularly interesting and fun."

"Well, good for you."

"I can make your stay here interesting and fun. I can give anything you want. When I say anything, I mean... Anything." She lowered her voice seductively and caressed herself a little.

"Naomi can't do that for you." She continued. "She's too boring. She works too much. Don't get me wrong. She's efficient and a dedicated worker. She even won the title for the best staff last month. Outside that, she's no fun. She's going to bore you."

"I'm not complaining. I like her that way."

"Playing hard to get? I like it. Most men always succumb so easily. You're such a tease. Don't you like what you see? I probably didn't expose enough. I could show up some more, only for your eyes." She finished off in a low seductive voice, while biting her lower lip at the same time.