Immediately he entered the room Muniru felt the vibe between Kuukua and his brother. Truth be told, he had been tailing Kuukua for a while and wanted to have her all to himself. He had just like a master hunter laid his bait for his prey tactfully and like a lion he was not going let her go to another alpha male no matter who he was. Not even his own brother for even though blood is thicker than water, hausa koko too is thicker than blood. He had seen the chemistry that was brewing between them. Her eyes glowed and squinted and he could feel her body vibrate to the rhythm of her heart beat that sound like the thumping of a calabash placed upside down on water when Musa held her hand. He wanted her like an obroni need sun lotion to keep his or her skin from tanning. What was he thinking knowing pairing Musa, a gigolo with a beautiful woman on a project without thinking would breed trouble? There were times he wished he was Musa. His brother just had a certain connection with women that was difficult to comprehend. It was as if he left an indelible sweetness on the tongues of their curiosity anytime he approached any woman and they never felt aggrieved when he dumped them. Muniru was sure if King Solomon were alive in this age and time, his brother Musa would have indeed been a worthy foe to the King in the affairs of women.
The meeting was quiet tensed and Kuukua could feel the heat of dislike the two brothers felt for each other. It was as though the sun had been plucked from the skies and placed directly in the conference room. You could virtually see smoke puffing out of Musa’s ears and nostrils like an old chimney at an old mission house when Muniru told him that he needed him to be the subject for a documentary on how gigolo’s operate in Ghana. Saying he was outraged was actually an understatement on how Musa felt as he stormed out of the office, and to make matters worse, Muniru shouted the most ridiculous offers anyone could make to his blood brother. A million Ghana Cedis!
Kuukua wondered whether she had just joined the circus or maybe there were hidden cameras around filming her reaction to the drama unfolding before her and someone would jump out of nowhere and scream that she had was being punked. There was somehow a sexiness to Musa’s anger that made her smile like a shy school girl who was being talked to by her crush to herself. His features were more defined that it felt as though his saucepan belly had been dissolved by the anger like salt sprinkled on steaming kotomire. She found Muniru attractive but Musa was the one who had charmed her and moreover she had vowed never to have anything romantic with her boss and was not going to break her vow.
Once he had sat in his car, Musa burst out into a hysterical laugh. So Muniru was actually interested in Kuukua. He knew his brother like the clouds knew the intensity of the sun’s heat yet just like the clouds he always accommodated him. Well it was good to see his brother had found someone he was interested in but from all indications Kuukua seemed attracted to him rather than Muniru. This was the right opportunity to take his pound of flesh but he was not the revengeful type so he was just going to walk away and be the bigger man though the offer was tempting. He drove off as Kuukua emerged from the building and headed straight home. Had she seen him laughing? So unusual of him, Musa drank pineapple juice that evening instead of his customary chilled bottle of beer that soothed his throat and paved the way for his usual fufu or banku supper. All he could think about was the beauty of Kuukua’s arse in her skirt she wore as she bent over to type on her computer when he entered the conference room. It was as beautiful as two yam mounds created by a Dagaati man ready to receive some yam seeds but it was her calm nature like palm wine in a well-polished calabash when things got heated between Muniru and himself that swayed him into having a deep respect for her now. He was going to avoid her like a plague.
When Kuukua got home the first person she called was Adez, who despite her busy Wednesday was glad that Kuukua had called. She knew instantaneously that something was bothering her best friend and offered to pass by Kuukua’s place but Kuukua declined with the excuse of Kobby going to be around and though she promised Adez she would call her before she goes to bed so they can talk, she knew Adez could pull a surprise on her by coming over, but who cared? Adez was more than a best friend, she was the sister that came out of friendship and her confidant. Kuukua changed into a silk robe and decided that it was not necessary to wear panties. She went back to the living room and tried to wrap her head around what had happened earlier on and though Muniru had called her to apologies, all she could think about was Musa. It was a though his image had been hot plated and etched in her memory and wanting to loosen herself she went to fetch the bottle of wine she had bought for Kobby from the fridge and poured out a glass for herself. As she took the first sip she began to wonder why she was drinking alcohol but the sharp sweetness of the wine urge her on with its charm on her tongue and before she realized what was happening to her, she had drank more than half the bottle. The tipsiness she felt made her crave for some hot steamy sex session that would burn her sweetly and leave her speaking in tongues like a possessed charismatic prayer warrior. She heard a car toot its horn and staggered to the window to see whether it was coming to her house.
The night reflection on her window caught her image of herself, with her piercing reddish eyes and jet-black hair. She wore it just past her shoulder blades in a straight cut. She tossed her head left and right like a model in a hair relaxer television commercial and giggled and how silly it felt to be doing so. She then let her hand slide up her body to her breast. She toyed with her nipple until it was taut. Letting the feel, of her pinch and brush motion tantalize her senses. She let the hand that was on the window tease her other nipple. She played back and forth with grabbing and squeezing her breasts, to pinching her nipples to brushing the palms of her hands over the taunt nipples. It felt so good, so right while she thought of Musa’s sexy angry face.She let her black silk robe slide off her naked body as her hands brought pleasure to her breasts and then slowly slid down between her legs.
The ledge of the tall windows was at just the right height for her to set her naked foot on the ledge. She let one of her hands slide up her body to her neck to rub as the other hand slid between her legs, brushing her palm across her naked fountain of sensitivities. The moisture had already accumulated. Feeling her knees tremble with sweet weakness, Kuukua half dragged herself from the window to the couch and continued to play with herself. She had never done this but with the deep burning sensation of excitement about to erupt from within her,she was not sure she wanted to stop. She had never felt like this during any of her love making sessions with Kobby. She felt her body getting ready to convulse and just then the door opened and all she could do was freeze.