Banking on Love. Sibusiswe Dhuwe
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the doors swung her out of the air-conditioned reception area of her workplace into the late-afternoon sun, and there was Dumisani. He was leaning against his smart black S3, looking delicious in crisp grey slacks and his signature tailored shirt, a pair of Ray-Bans hiding his eyes from her.
Taking a deep breath, Lulu decided to brazen it out. She would act as if nothing had happened and that this was any other day she would have met up with him. She went down the entry pathway and somehow made it to the small car park without tripping or melting down into a dead faint.
Her heart was beating like crazy, her palms were sweating and she kept having to remind herself to breathe. Beyond the low wall and the iron railings the day’s traffic hooted and bleated its way past them, becoming slower and slower as it started to hit peak hour. All the noise and movement faded as Lulu reached the car and stopped as close as she dared to the heat that was radiating from Dumisani.
She debated over giving him the customary peck on the cheek followed by a hug, then decided against it and just stood there with a sort of smile on her face. “Hey.” It came out all wrong: croaky and nowhere near breezy.
“Hey.” Dumisani took off his sunglasses and peered into her eyes. Unable to hold his gaze, Lulu looked away, crossing her arms around her middle. It was too much. She hadn’t had enough time to prepare herself for this moment. She felt as if she needed some kind of protective gear.
Dumisani straightened from where he had been leaning against the boot of his car. “I didn’t want the first time we talked after . . .” He cleared his throat and Lulu was somewhat comforted to know he wasn’t one hundred per cent in control. He was the kind of speaker who never said “um” or “er”, he always said the things that needed to be said with the smoothest delivery. “I wanted to see you, to talk face to face. But I had a trip planned for the very next day and . . . well, you left so abruptly.”
Lulu didn’t remember him trying to stop her. In fact, she had left with the distinct impression that he was a bit relieved, but that could possibly have been her own interpretation of events. It was possible Dumisani had been just as dazed and confused as she had been. She opened her mouth to speak, and he did it again . . .
One hand reached out and pulled her to him, and the other cupped the side of her face and brought her mouth up to meet his. Like a silk fan, Lulu folded into him with a soft sigh, arms reaching around him and sliding down to meet around his trim waist. He smelt divine as always, fresh and deeply luxurious. Dumisani always smelt like luxury.
As he pulled her closer and the kiss deepened, Lulu became aware of the fact that she was right outside her workplace. This was not the image she wanted her workmates to have of her, and her concern was confirmed when she pulled away and the uniformed guard at the gate smirked. She took a deep breath, determined to compose herself.
“Sorry,” Dumisani said with a huge smile on his face. “All week, that’s been the only thing I could think of.”
“You can’t just do things like this.” Lulu was quite indignant, but the trouble was that she sounded shaky and unconvincing. “You can’t just come and kiss me in the car park at my workplace. What will they think of me?”
“Actually,” Dumisani replied, putting his sunglasses back on, “I’m not sorry. And I’d do it again if I were sure I could control myself, but I think your boss is looking out of the window and wondering why you’re not at your desk.”
Lulu gasped in horror, turning around to look up at the windows on her floor before she remembered that their suite was on the other side of the building and that it was now officially after hours.
Dumisani laughed and Lulu slapped his arm lightly. “Not funny.”
“Sorry, babes. You know I can’t resist teasing you. You always fall for it.” He reached out for her hand and brought it to his mouth. Then he flashed his dashing smile and said, “Get your things and let me take you out for the evening.”
Lulu shook her head. Why weren’t things settling into her brain at their usual speed?
“Uh, I have my car and I’m not done at work yet.”
But Dumisani wouldn’t relent. “It’s almost five-thirty, so I know you were done thirty minutes ago. And you can leave your car here, it’ll be safe. I want to drive you.”
How could the words “I want to drive you” sound so sexy? They were a practical and welcome selection of words, considering the Joburg rush-hour traffic, but right then and there, Lulu would have stripped and jumped back into bed with him.
Feeling suddenly shy and somewhat exposed, all she could manage was a soft “Okay”. Light-headed, Lulu turned and floated into the building to collect her things.
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