In Love With the Enemy. Kholo Matsha
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contrast with the charcoal suit and his dark-brown skin. He didn’t wear a tie, as though he refused to conform to convention.
“It’s rude to stare,” he said, clearly enjoying having unsettled Basetsana. He gave her a smile that caused her stomach to flip over.
Basetsana’s face flushed with embarrassment. She hadn’t been this strongly attracted to a man in the past five years, so why did he have to be so arrogant? Someone should give Mother Nature a better recipe for how to make irresistible men.
“Excuse me. I have to get back to work.” Basetsana nodded her head in a polite gesture and then sidestepped the man to go to her office. She heard him say something to someone but didn’t stop to find out who it was. She just kept on walking.
“Did he find you?” Nhlanhla asked from her cubicle in front of Basetsana’s office.
“Who?” Basetsana entered her office. She was irritable because she had acted like a fool, staring at that stranger as if she’d never seen a handsome man before.
“Me.” The simple word said with that husky masculine voice seemed to bring everything to a standstill.
Basetsana felt her heart thud in her chest. Something fluttered in her stomach. She felt certain parts of her body come alive. Taking a deep breath, she composed her features and then turned around to face him.
“What can I do for you, Mr . . . ?” Basetsana looked at him and saw something flicker in the dark-brown depth of his eyes. He was losing patience, she could tell. He was probably used to women falling over themselves because of him. He wasn’t going to get that from her, but she couldn’t blame those women. This man was utterly irresistible. If virility came in measures, he’d be ten out of ten.
For a few moments he silently stared at her, assessing her. Then he stepped into the office, closing the door behind him. Basetsana moved behind her desk, but remained standing. He was too tall and big for her to sit; she would feel as if he was towering over her, exerting his power.
“Ramathe. Nare Ramathe,” he said, confidently folding himself into one of the chairs next to the desk. “You know, for someone who’s proclaimed to be the best lawyer this firm has, you’re very ignorant and much too quick to dismiss things – in this case me – as useless before you even investigate. However did you make it this far?”
Deeply offended, Basetsana opened her mouth to defend herself.
But he lifted his right hand to forestall her. “I’m not finished,” he said, looking at her and taking his time. “You know what I find really annoying? A modernised black woman who has no sense of who she is.”
“Excuse me! You don’t know me.”
“No, and I don’t have to, because in the few minutes I’ve been in your company you have displayed yourself as such. But since you and I find ourselves in a situation not of our own making, I’ll forgive your behaviour. Does the name Mathe mean anything to you?” he asked, arrogance and confidence emanating from him like heat waves.
“Yes.” That was the name of her current client’s business partner. Basetsana looked at the man in front of her and wished the floor beneath her feet would open up and swallow her. She’d made an utter fool of herself. Ignorance indeed.
“I’m his new representative,” Nare Ramathe continued. “And I’ve come to tell you that he wants to settle out of court.”
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