He's on his way. He's coming. I couldn't believe my luck. The house was lonely with stepdad and mom off to their long trip. For the next one week, I'll have Mr Adam all to myself. I looked around my room, trying to figure out what to wear for his visit.
A mini skirt? Nope. Too sexually obvious. Maybe he likes the modest type. But I need him to get attracted to me. Still....
An idea popped up in my mind and I ran to my wardrobe and swung it opened. There were many dress to choose from. What should I wear? What should I wear?
Blowing a lock of hair off my cheeks, I tried to think. I can't bear to flop this opportunity. I need to get him hooked. The first impression always matters. Now I wished I had an elder sister to help me out but I was the only child.
How about my cousin?
Cousin Ann was from my maternal family. She's the family's fashion queen. She's in her first year in the University and one of my favorite relatives.
Dailling her number, I clicked the call button and waited. " Please, pick up. Don't disappoint me."
My phone buzzed for a while then a voice answered. " Hello, Katie. Longest time no call. What's up?"
" Cousins Ann. I need your help," I began, trying not to waste much time. " I have a date this afternoon."
" A date?" Cousin Ann sounded astonished. " Katie, don't tell me you're going out. Aren't you too young to be dating?"
" Actually, he's this boy from my neighborhood," I lied. " He's fifteen years old. He confessed to me yesterday that I was his crush and that he likes me. I decided to meet him this afternoon but I have nothing to wear. Can you help?"
Cousin Ann hummed. " I'm not comfortable with this. You're fourteen years old. You should be worried about your studies not about a boy who just confessed to you yesterday. If you ask me, I'll say you're too young to start a relationship."
" I'm just meeting up with him. I'm going to turn him down. But I need to see him to explain things to him. Besides I need to dress the part. You know, tease him a little and then turn him down unexpectedly. It'd be fun."
Cousin Ann's voice came with a sigh. " I don't like this, Katie."
" Please," I used my sweetest voice. " For me. Just this once. I'll tell Mom to wire you some money."
At the mention of money, she sounded cheerful. " Are you for real?"
I hide a mischievous grin. That was cousin Ann's weakness. It's amazing what these University girls could do for money. They're always broke and cousin Ann was the more broke than anyone due to her extravagant expenses on fashion designers.
" Trust me," I said. " When mom gets back from her trip, I'll convince her to send you some money. Mom always gets what I want. If she doesn't, my stepdad will."
" Katie Love," cousin Ann sang happily. " I trust you before na. Just no disappoint me o."
I nodded. " Now, about my...."
She didn't even let me finish. " Why don't you try bum shorts. It'd exposed your laps and legs. Men, not just boys go crazy when they see a girls laps. The beauty of the bum shorts is that it grips your buttocks and hold it firmly in the right spot for men to gape hungrily. Just try it, you'll thank me later."
I couldn't believe my ears. She was giving me more than I asked for. More than was appropriate for my age. I marvelled at how powerful money can work.
" That's nice. Why didn't I think of that?"
She continued. " And if you want my advice, try on a red top. Red is highly seductive and try to show some cleavages. You have large breasts na, so expose them just not too much but let the boys have a look at what's hidden in store for them underneath that top. Trust me, they'd go insane staring at your boobs. Too bad mine is not as big as yours. And also, you might want to wear a necklace. Not too flashy but at least something that will hand around your neck and point down to your boobs. Spray some really nice perfume and wear a make-up. I have more if you want. Should I continue?"
I laughed. " That's enough, cousin Ann. You're the best."
" It's a pleasure. Don't forget our little talk about that...you know na."
I laughed again. " I won't forget. When mom returns I'll whine her until she does something. If she proves stubborn, I'll meet my stepdad. He'll send you the money in a jiffy."
" Nawao, see big girl oo," she laughed. " You are enjoying this your stepdad. He seems to be spoiling you with enjoyment. Just don't forget my share okay?"
" I won't," and I hung up. If only she knew what I go through every time mom's not home she wouldn't have said that.
Well, time to get dressed. It's nearly time. Mr Adam would be here in any minute.
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Adam's POV:
Knocking on the gates of Katelyn's house, I waited for a long time wondering why the gate keeper was delaying.
After a while, just when I was about to make a call to Katelyn, the door opened and the gate keeper, squinted his eyes at me.
" Wetin you want?"
I studied him. He was in his late forties with a uniform that makes you think of a civil defense officer only he looked careless with the way he dresses.
" I'm the new lesson teacher. Katelyn's private tutor," I explained.
He raised an eyebrow. " Oga and madam no talk anything about any private lesson teacher o. Sha I don see you for here yesterday, na today you go start work?"
I told him yes and he ushered me in, watching me with suspicion. I didn't know why but I was certain he wasn't comfortable with my looks. There was no doubt I dressed like a modest teacher with my shoulder bag, my checked long sleeve shirt well ironed with a matching black tie. He still didn't like me.
Oh well, I wasn't coming here for him anyway. I marched up towards the door aware he was watching me.
Knocking on the door, I waited for Katelyn to open up.
" Come in," a voice answered from the stairs.
That must be Katelyn. I pushed opened the door and stepped in. Here I go.
The sitting room was alive with the television casting a live show. I recognized the show. It was a reality TV show which have been going on for the past few months.
Big Brother Naija.
Returning my focus back into the room, I searched for Katelyn but I didn't see her. " Umm... Katelyn? I'm here now. Where are you?"
I heard footsteps moving down the stairs. When I looked up, I was struck with shock.
She came down gracefully with ease and confidence. When she's descended down the stairs, she stood in my front.
I didn't recognize her. She wore a pink bum short that gripped her curves and exposed her creamy thighs. I stared at her knees. They were lovely knees and they matched her skin color perfectly. My eyes ran up to her red top which showed the top of her breasts in a way that would make any man go bananas. Her hair was done up in a cute ponytail and her eyes glittered like the night's sky. I stared at her lips. She'd took the trouble of applying a lipgloss which gave her lips that kissable look that any girl would be proud to own.
She stood there, watching me, a fixed shy smile on her lips. She bent her head and tried to meet my eyes. " Good afternoon Mr Adam."
I stared at her, not knowing how long I stared but long enough for me to take into view of what she'd laid out for me to see.
She'd dressed for me. Why? Could it be....was that why she wanted this private lesson?
I stared at for a while then my hands balled into fists and my eyebrows were drawn down to a frown.
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Katelyn's POV:
He sat there on the other side of the table, his eyes focused on the textbook he was studying. I remained where I was, a pen in my hand, my other hand cupping my face as I solved a maths problem.
I looked up from my seat and glanced at him. He didn't seemed to notice me. It was as if the book he was studying was more important than me.
I just don't get it. He wasn't what I expected. I had thought all men were animals when in the company of an attractive woman. He wasn't fazed by my clothes. I mean, I spent prescious time under the shower and in front of my mirror trying to look good for him and he never even gave me a complement. I waited for him to say something nice. I waited for him to do something. To grab me in his arms, to kiss me, to ravage my body, to tear my panties and bra, to throw me on the couch and take advantage of me. Yes that was what I wanted him to do and I waited for him to do something. To read the signs that we were all alone and to hell with the lessons.
But instead he did something else shocking. Something that caused me to change my view of him.
He walked up to me, removed his coat and covered my chest which was exposed with half of my boobs. I was surprised and I looked up at him. His eyes bore into mine as if trying to dig out my soul. Then his voice came to me in a firm but gentle tone.
" A woman should never unclad herself in front of a man. A covered food is more safe and preferable to eat than an exposed food. Go upstairs now and change into something more decent."
I couldn't believe my eyes nor my ears. I felt like screaming. This is unbelievable. In this 21st century?!
With unsteady steps, I marched upstairs with his coat still covering my boobs. He waited downstairs, watching me as I left.
When I came down, I wore a dress that fell over my knees and covered my boobs. He was reading when I stood in his front. When he saw me, he smiled and snap shut his book.
" Now that's more like it," he stood to his feet and collected his coat from my hands. " Now, you look like a lady."
I didn't say anything. I could only stare at him and wonder.
Fast forward, we were in the sitting room, me busy at the other side of the table, him more busy with the maths textbook than on me. I tried to concentrate on my maths but I failed. I just couldn't get the thoughts of what just happened out of my mind. If someone had told me I'd be turned down by a man I wouldn't have believed it. This was a shocker to me and one I'd never recover for the rest of my life.
And to think I saw him as a sex god. " A covered food is more safe and preferable to eat than an exposed food," he'd said. I've never heard that saying before but now I do and I understood what he meant. I was ashamed.
" You haven't solved anything," he asked above my head.
I snapped out of my thoughts as I realized that I he'd stood over me, bending his head to see how far I've gone.
" I....I'm....I'm sorry sir," I apologized.
He drew a seat and sat beside me. Just feeling his closeness and presence around me, made my heart pounding uncontrollably. He took my pen out of my hand, his skin brushing against mine to send shivers running up my spine.
" I want us to get to an understanding," he said turning to face me fully in the eyes. " When I'm with my students, I love to see them do their best. It's something I loved about my job. I'm not going to shout at you or make you feel bad over your mistakes. I want you to do your best. Don't try, just do your best. You got it in you. I can see that. I believe in you, just as you believed in me the moment you brought me to meet your parents concerning this private lesson. Now, I'm not going to waste your parents money and my time to see you fail your upcoming exams. You are special you just don't know it and I'm here to help you."
He wrote on my book in capital letters the word:
#BELIEVE
" People want to believe in something," he said offering my pen back to me with a smile on his Charming face. " Right now, I believe in you."
I stared at him, wondering to myself what kind of God created this man. He was Soo perfect, Soo nice, Soo beautiful. I couldn't hold myself any longer.
I hugged him.
Yes I hugged him. I hugged Mr Adam. Tears welled up my eyes and I blinked them away. I hugged him tighter. He didn't push me away, he allowed me.
I was still hugging him when I burst out crying like a baby. I love you Mr Adam. I love you Soo much.
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