Akwesi walked up to the front door of the apartment as he sent a text on his phone. He stood there, facing the door and picturing what this was going to look like. First, a movie, and then dinner and dancing, and then whatever else the night brought along.

The door opened, and what he saw temporarily removed his soul from his body. Standing in front of him was a model with a face that cute babies envied, legs that went on forever, and dark-colored lips curved into a smile that melted him and tempted him all at once. She was thick and toned, but she was also 5 foot 10 with the perfect body ratio. She’d managed to fit all of that into a purple, sleeveless, african print body-con dress which showed off her completely alluring legs.

It didn’t help that she’d worn a silver necklace with a diamond, teardrop pendant which settled right above her very-prominent bust. She’d finished the look with four-inch silver heels which accentuated her booty, and she looked and smelled every bit as expensive as she’d expected to be treated tonight.

Akwesi’s stare was thoroughly justified, and he completely missed it when he licked his lips and had her cracking up.

“That good, huh?” Clementine asked the man whose brain was currently emptying right before her eyes.

“Akwesi? Akwesi? Hellooo?”

She repeatedly snapped her fingers, which finally brought some of him back from the otherworldly experience he was having.

“What? What did you say?”

“How do I look?”

Akwesi’s continued state of awe would only allow him two words as he gazed: “Hot damn!”

Clementine laughed. “I’m pleased that you approve, AK.” She took a good look at him. Six feet of well-built dark chocolate in a burgundy, slim fit, paisley dinner jacket with a white shirt and black trousers, complete with a black bow tie and white tennis shoes. “You look as handsome as my crush.”

Somehow, that brought the rest of Akwesi back to himself. “Fiifi Coleman has nothing on this freshness and you know it.”

Clementine leaned in and whispered into his ear, “My body knows it too.”

She walked right past him to the car as he stood there, a look of surprise on his face. “This is going to be a great night.”

****

“That was some excellent steak. These guys know what they’re doing.” Clementine may have looked posh and bougie, but she destroyed an entire rib-eye in less than the time it took to boil an egg.

“Chessy, I know it took them a good eight years to finally bring this food after we ordered it, but I didn’t realize you were that hungry!”

Clementine dabbed her lips with tissue. “I’ve been looking forward to this dinner since you told me about it a month ago. I was not about to play nice with the food.”

“And the bread, and the calamari, and the fries, and the wine.”

Clementine smiled shyly and shrugged as Akwesi pointed out her full meal for the night.

“You know, the only reason you’re calling me out is that I beat you to it…by one bite!” She gestured at his plate, which was exactly one bite from being empty. “Looks like you enjoyed your shrimp kebab and mushrooms just as much I enjoyed my medium-well steak.”

Akwesi took the final bite of his kebab. “What can I say? After watching M3gan, we earned dinner this good.”

Clementine’s eyes lit up. “That was mad. Why do people think that sentient robots are the future? Have they never seen I, Robot?”

Akwesi saw how intense she’d gotten, and found an opportunity to get a dig in. “She’s low key like you though. Smart, great with electronics, and downright insane.”

Clementine rolled her eyes and mocked him. “Kiss my ass, Mr. I-work-in-corporate-finance.” Her impression of him had them both cracking up.   

Akwesi reached across the table and took her hand. “I’m really glad we made it this far, Chess. When we first met at that god-awful costume party, I would never have thought of you as a woman I would have wanted to be with.”

“Well, it didn’t exactly help that I spilled red punch on your white jacket and called you a clown when you tried to tell me.”

“Eggs-actly. But, in the six months since that day, you have been nothing but a loving and supportive woman who has given me peace. I can honestly say you have made me better, and I’m intrigued at the prospect of knowing and loving you more as the months go by.”

He kissed her hand, and then sat back and raised his glass. “Happy anniversary, Clementine. Cheers.”

They clinked glasses and took a sip of their wine. As Clementine put her glass back down, she said, “When I first came to your place, I was so sure I would never come back. Who lives in an apartment and doesn’t buy a couch, or cutlery, or plates, or even a damn TV? You were a caveman, Akwesi!”

“I sure as hell was able to save enough money for when I finally met you.”

Clementine rolled her eyes at his self-satisfied laugh. “I should’ve left your village ass when I had the chance, now I’m stuck in love with you.”

“Yes you are, baby. And boy am I glad.”

“I am too, AK. And I know we agreed not to get intimate with each other until I’m ready. I can’t say enough about how patient you’ve been. You’ve never brought it up, never tried to force me. You’ve been the perfect gentleman, and I’m truly appreciative of that. But now,” she said as she deliberately brushed her foot up Akwesi’s leg, “we’re six months in and my cat would like to be hunted.”

Akwesi did his absolute best to maintain control, but as her foot settled between his legs, he felt himself getting exposed. “Chessy, you know there’s no rush on my part.”

Clementine shot him an inviting look as she leaned forward, her foot continuing to dance with his member. “Well aware, AK. But if you know how wet I got when I saw you earlier, you would not be asking me a damn thing.”

Akwesi voluntarily threw whatever was left of his restraint away and asked, “How wet?”

Clementine moved her chair right next to his and sat down, making sure no one could see her next act from behind. Then, as she looked dead into his eyes, she introduced his hand to her thigh, slowly guiding it up until she got to her intended stop. She lightly pressed his hand in, and then guided it right back out and moved her chair back across from him.

Whatever information Akwesi gleaned from his hand was enough for him to give her the most lustful look he could muster. “Raw cat, Chess? It was raw cat the whole time?”

Clementine gave him a thoroughly satisfied look. Then she raised her middle finger and gave him the “come here” gesture.

Akwesi immediately waved one of the waitresses over. “Bill, please.”

*****

The car pulled to a stop in front of Clementine’s place. It was a damn miracle that they even got there at all, given that Clementine had tortured Akwesi the whole way. He’d done his best to concentrate on driving, but once he parked, he turned his attention to her.

Right before he could move, she took his hands in hers. “Akwesi, I need you to understand something.”

“What is it, Chessy?”

“Once we do what we’re both yearning to do, I want nothing less than all of you. If you’re not fully in, or you have any amount of doubt, no matter how small, kiss me goodnight and go back home. Once you enter, you’re never getting out. What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine.”

Akwesi leaned in, looked her in the eye and caressed her cheek. “Baby, I got you. I’ve had you for six months already; I’m not going anywhere.”

Then he inched forward slowly, and brushed his lips against hers.

Yeah, that last statement by Clementine sounds pretty creepy, to be honest. I don’t think Akwesi fully knows what he’s getting himself into…