Yemisi

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4

“Anabelle wouldn’t like this,” I thought to myself as I parked in front of Yemisi’s house.

I felt a bit uncomfortable going to over Yemisi’s place.

Probably because of the way Anabelle gets quite insecure at times.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket and dialed her number.

“Hey babe, what are you up to?” I said immediately she pick the call.

“Work stuff, I’m really busy

“I’m going over to a female clients place to discuss work,” I said hoping to get a reaction from her.

“Alright I’ll talk to you later,” she said. I couldn’t tell if she was just busy or actually heard what I said.

I gave Yemisi a phone call and told her I was parked right in front of her house.

She came out after a few minutes wearing a really short gown. I tried hard not to stare.

Yemisi gave me a hug as I came down my car. She told me to follow her, and she walked ahead of me into the house.

Her hips swayed gently, side by side, as the short gown did justice to her figure.

She offered me a drink when we got into the house, which I politely declined.

“Don’t be shy,” she said. So I asked for water instead.

“I get bored at times,” Yemisi said as she handed me a glass of cold water.

“So, where would you like the photos taken,” I make a quick decision to change the topic

Ann sat beside me then brought out her phone to show me some old pictures of herself when she was younger.

“I used to model,” she said.

Her gown went further up exposing her thighs the more.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself of the importance of not reading meaning to things. However, I dropped my wallet between the both of us.

“This was my favorite,” Yemisi said as she handed me her phone with a picture of her in bikini posing by the beach.

“Do you like it,” she said, leaning closer and resting both of her hands on my laps.

“Uhh…..Yemisi…I don’t do this with my clients” I said.

The expression on her face changed. I could see that she was a bit disappointed.

“What do you mean,” she replied.

“I think we should keep this professional”.

“Are you saying that I’m trying to seduce you?” she said. Her tone showed she was in fact angry.

“I think you should leave my house, Stanley.”

“I don’t mean to sound rude Yemisi, but….”

“But what! Just leave.” She cut my statement as her tone was getting even higher.

I got up from the chair and left her house.

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