Picture Perfect – 17

Victoria headed to Ronald’s office spurred by aggravation.  She had avoided facing Ronald for two months, even if they worked so close, it was surprisingly easy to go weeks without seeing him.  Entering his office without knocking, Victoria stopped before Ronald’s desk, annoyed by his nonchalant expression.  Fighting the urge to smack the knowing look off his face, Victoria stood her ground.

“What brings you to my office, Vicky?”

“Stop bullying Anita,” Victoria said.

“She’s not a good worker.”

“That’s crap talk,” Victoria sighed.  “You’re not being fair to her.  She did nothing wrong.”

“If I don’t fire her, will you come back to me?”

“No.” Victoria flashed him a smile.  “I will, however, start thinking of you as a human being.”

Ronald scoffed.

“I see you’re still deluded by the photographer.  What can he give you?”

“His time,” Victoria said.  “If nothing else, at least Eric is honest with me.”

“I was honest too,” Ronald said, cocking his head to the side.  “We had it good, Vicky.  Dump that rough boy and come back to me.”

“I’m not here to talk about us.”  Victoria placed her hands on her hips.  “You’re the manager here, I work for you and so does Anita.  Keep things professional, or I’ll be forced to go above you with this.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Ronald scoffed.

“Try me, Ronald,” Victoria snapped.

His expression dared her to try, and God help her, it worried her to tangle with her boss this way.  She didn’t want to lose her job.  After all, she needed to pay rent, there was her car payment, water, electricity, and future projects…her job was important to her.  Still…she would fight for Anita.

“Fine,” Ronald said, his tone cold.  “Anita can stay.  Don’t expect anything from me, Vicky.”

“I never did, Ronald.”

As she left Ronald’s office, Victoria realized that in truth, her attachment to Ronald was superficial.  The fear of being alone had kept her with him.  Clinging to a partner who cared nothing about her, she smiled as she entered the elevator.

That had changed now.  She wasn’t afraid.  There was nothing wrong with being single.  Despite her mother’s wishes or what everyone around her thought, it was pleasurable being by herself.  There was confidence in that knowledge.

On her way down to her office, her phone buzzed a message and she smiled when she saw a reminder from Eric.  Well, she reminded herself, there was now Eric.  They were visiting his house this weekend.

***

Saturday dawned sunny and beautiful, the light a golden yellow, turning the yard behind Eric’s house magical.

Eric, for once without a camera, carried two rose

Transplanting little flowers

plants, one white and the other pink.  They were in black bags, and ready to be transplanted into their new home.  He hurried to Victoria’s side where she was crouched in the flower garden, making sure the holes they’d made were deep enough.  He stopped beside her, placing the plants on each hole.

“How long until they bloom again?” Victoria asked.  “I’ve never known how long.”

“I don’t know either.  We can discover together,” Eric said, crouching beside her.  “What flowers do you like Victoria?”

“Lavender,” Victoria smiled.  “You can use lavender for a whole bunch of stuff, it’s a multipurpose flower.”

Eric chuckled.

“Typical.”

“What?”

“You always need to justify why you like something.  Say, you like lavender.  Leave it at that.”

“Fine, I like lavender flowers.”

Eric shook his head.

“What now?” Victoria bumped his shoulder with hers.

“Now you’re saying what I want to hear.”

“I’m going to throw dirt under your shirt.”

“I’ll stick earthworms in your hair.”

Eric lifted one out of the manure and Victoria fell back on her butt, with a strangled scream.  Eric laughed and brought the wiggling fat earthworm closer to her face.  Victoria screamed and scrambled away.

“Why are you freaking out?  You had your hands in the manure minutes ago.”

“Stop torturing tiny animals,” Victoria said getting to her feet.  “Eric, put the worm back in the soil.”

“Bribe me.”

“With what?”

“A kiss.”

“Fat chance I’m getting close to you right now.”  Victoria pointed at the squirming earthworm.  “That looks too disturbing.  Drop it in the soil, Eric.  Come on.”

“Say please,” Eric teased.

“Please?” Victoria begged, her eyes so wide and pleading, he dropped the earthworm in the hole they’d made for the roses.

“Babe, you beg prettily.”

Victoria scoffed and came at him.  She grabbed a handful of dirt and poured it down his shirt before he could react.  She ran off with a happy laugh and he stood still.

“Victoria!”

She giggled and raced toward the hose pipe fitted to the rain water tank by the house.

Eric ran after her, removing his t-shirt and throwing it on the grassy lawn.  He caught her just as she picked up the end of the hose.  She started to spray water at him, but he pulled her close and kissed her hard.  She dropped the hose and clung to his shoulders.

The compound was private, thanks to the live green fence he planted years ago.  The only gate was locked.  There was no one to interrupt them.  Eric smiled and kissed Victoria until she was breathless, her arms locked around his shoulders.

She broke the kiss first, burying her face into his shoulder.  He held her trembling body against his thinking his control was slipping.  Then, Victoria gasped her fingers digging into his skin.

Eric frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

Victoria tapped his shoulder, doing her best to step out of his embrace.  Eric turned to see what had her so panicked.  He gaped when he saw his four sisters standing a few feet away in a row.  All he needed was his mother behind them and the family would be complete.

How had they gotten in again?

“Eric?” his youngest sister said.  She had just finished high school.

Eric cleared his throat and took Victoria’s hand when she started to edge away.

“Mimo,” Eric said, pasting on a wide grin.  “Hi, this is Victoria.  I was removing an earthworm from her hair.”

Victoria groaned when his sisters burst into uncontrollable laughs.

“You couldn’t have come up with a better excuse?” Victoria whispered, she scowled at him and he smiled.

“This earthworm must have been tiny,” Waceke, the oldest sister, said.

“The size of wheat grain, he was searching so hard,” Njoki said.

Christine laughed the hardest at this comment.  She was the third born sister, always so amused, but the easiest to conquer.  Eric looked at her for support.  He gave her a pleading gaze and she giggled, hurrying to his side.

“Oh, look, you have soil on your back,” Christine said.  “You’re working hard, Eric.  Hi Victoria, I’m Christine.  Third sister on the line.  Hope you’re now free of earthworms.

Victoria scowled at Eric, and then smiled at Christine.

“Thoroughly free,” Victoria answered.

Mimo launched herself at Eric and he braced for impact as she hugged him hard.

“What are you ladies doing here?” he asked, not willing to give up the privacy he’d carved out this weekend.

“Mum bought veggies from the market for you.  She said to drop them off,” Njoki explained.  “Didn’t think you’d be home at this hour.”

It was only nine-thirty in the morning.  Eric had hassled Victoria out of her house at eight wanting to spend the day with her.  They had gone to buy the flowers along Ngong road, then come straight to his house.

“We started out early,” Eric said, locking his arm around Victoria’s waist.  “Want to share a late breakfast with us, since you’re here?”

“Yes,” Christine said, she moved fast, pulling Victoria out of Eric’s reach.  Christine led Victoria to the house.

“Why don’t you wash up,” Njoki said, giving him a small smile.  “We’ll get breakfast started.”

Before Eric could protest, his sisters were gone toward the house, and he was alone with the hosepipe.  He wondered if he should invest in a new better lock for his gate.  Staring at the blue sky, Eric groaned.

***

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Picture Perfect 16

Picture Perfect – 16

Chapter 16

Eric wanted Victoria.

She was fun, her sense of humor fresh and surprising.  She had quirky habits that left him laughing in amusement when he was alone.  Like singing out loud to her favorite song came on.  The song wasn’t the problem, he could take a little Justin Bieber…but the off notes, full volume voice were the problem.

You see, Victoria thought she was the next Beyoncé, except no one had told her she wasn’t.  God help him if he said anything in criticism.

Victoria had a temper.

He found that out the hard way.  Visiting her house on a Saturday when she was doing general cleaning, he had gone out to check on her car engine.  When he came back upstairs, he entered still wearing his rubber shoes, into her clean pristine house and a monster was born.

She kicked him out, made him remove his shoes while she cursed like a sailor, almost calling the neighbors to witness his offenses.  He tried to take a picture of monster Victoria in action, and almost got his eyes scratched out when she grabbed the camera out of his hand.  She’d taken a year off his life when she threatened to drop his baby.  Her tirade lasted an astounding five minutes.  Then she got over the mad quickly, turning into a sweet woman who then cooked him lunch.

Scary shit.  He was sure she was a crazy woman!

He definitely loved her sweet side the most though.

Victoria in an agreeable mood was addictive, to the point of madness and obsession.  Her laugh was infectious, when she talked it was with passion on the subject, when she listened, it was as though he were the only man in the world.  Those moments, sitting close to her, kissing her, and never going beyond that…it was at those moments he worried for his sanity.

“Eric.”

Linda touched his left arm and he looked at her.  He was at the studio today working on an advertisement photo shoot.

“Are you up for another trip?” Linda asked.  “We have a request for a shoot in Dar.  Three days, do I schedule it?”

Eric sat back, his gaze on the dummy food waiting on a table.

“When?”

“This weekend,” Linda said.  “The cash is good.  They accepted our quotation without a bargain.”

Eric frowned.  For the first time in years, reluctance to leave the city filled him.  Victoria was tied up more than usual lately.  The holidays were here and the hotel events had increased.  He didn’t want to miss out on her free time.

“Can we postpone it?” he asked.

“Are you sick?” Linda asked, touching his forehead.

He winked at her.  “Let’s do it next weekend, Linda.”

“Why?  Can’t stay away from Victoria?” Linda asked.

“She’s off this weekend.  She promised to go see my house with me.  I don’t want to cancel.”

Linda waved the quotation in front of his eyes and he took it out of her hands.  Reading the total amount, he groaned.  The payout was very good.

“Damn it, I can do it mid-week,” he said, still not willing to give up this weekend.

Eric really wanted to hear what Victoria thought of the house he was building.

Linda smiled and took the quotation.

“Wednesday sounds good.  Victoria can do without you for three days, right?”

Eric smiled standing.  He picked up his camera and walked to the table full of fast food dummy products.

The problem, he thought, was that he didn’t want to do without her.

***

“Wait, taste this,” Olive said

Olive held out a spoon full of strawberry and blueberry ice cream to Victoria.  Victoria closed her eyes as the sweet treat melted in her mouth.  She sighed.

“I’m going to get fat if we continue like this.”  Victoria met Olive’s amused gaze.  “Fat, Olive.”

“I thought you didn’t care.”

“She got a man,” Grace said, swirling her straw in her passion fruit yoghurt.

Aki, Grace,” Victoria pinched her best friend’s arm.  “That’s not what I mean.  I’m saying the ice cream is really good and we keep buying more.”

“Don’t blame the ice cream,” Olive said, promptly taking a healthy bite of her ice cream.

Olive was naturally thin, no matter how much she ate, she never gained an ounce.  Victoria was a tad envious.  Staring at her apple green blend, Victoria just couldn’t find the strength not to finish the treat, so she dug in.

“So, you and Eric?” Olive asked.

Victoria looked up and Olive raised her brow.

“What?”

“Are you an item?” Olive asked.

“They better be,” Grace said.  “He keeps hugging her and kissing her around the hotel.  I’m getting jealous.”

“That was one time,” Victoria said.

“What about yesterday when he dropped you off in the morning.  He gives you a ride to work even when you have your own car,” Grace said.

“It’s called carpooling.  We are doing our part to save the earth from global warming.”

“Ah ha,” Olive said with a laugh.  “I’ll be sure to thank Eric for his eco-friendly thoughts when he shows up at your house.”

Grace laughed.

“Okay, you two, stop.” Victoria raised her spoon, using it as a wand.  “I did not tease you like this when you and Clifford were getting together.  Or you Grace, and the hubby who walks on water.”

“Did you do it yet?” Olive asked.

“I’m not answering that.”

“They haven’t,” Grace answered, winking at Olive.

“Hey,” Victoria punched Grace’s arm lightly.

“Wow, Eric is looking more and more like a saint,” Olive said, amused.  “Hasn’t it been a month?”

“Almost two,” Grace provided.

“No way,” Olive stared at Victoria.  “Is he normal?”

Victoria frowned.  “What are you on about?”

“Well,” Olive shrugged.  “Let’s be realistic.  In this day and age, relationships start out backwards.  You two not being together after two months is weird.”

“Who decided waiting is weird?” Victoria asked.  “Besides, two months is not that long.  Jeez, I’m glad Eric is not like Ronald.  If I had stopped to think with Ronald, things might not have turned out the way they did.”

“I’m just saying,” Olive said.

Victoria stared at her ice cream.  Truthfully, she knew Eric would prefer not to wait.  There were times when she was alone with him, when it felt like it would be alright to give in, but then…

She remembered that he was a man who was still in love with his best friend’s wife.

How could she—

“Vicky,” Grace squeezed her shoulder.  “It’s okay to wait.  You need to be sure, and that’s important to you.”

Taking a bite of her ice cream, Victoria shrugged.

“If it happens, it does,” she said.  “We’re both adults.  I like Eric.  He’s fun, considerate and I love spending time with him.  If it does happen—”

“Let me stop you there,” Olive said, shaking her head.  “That is a self-serving speech.  We don’t need to hear it, gal.  I totally get your insecurities with that hottie.  Eric is a wild card, and who knows how long it will last?  I get it.  No one’s judging here.”

“Could have fooled me,” Victoria sulked.  “Argghh…. can we stop talking about my lack of nookie?”

Grace burst out laughing, and almost spilled her yoghurt.  Victoria reached out to right it, and Olive grabbed napkins to wipe the little that had spilt on the table.

“Excuse me.”

They all looked up at the same time to find Anita the concierge standing a few feet away.  They were in the hotel’s second floor snack bar enjoying ice cream after a long day.  They had chosen the place because of convenience.  Olive was due at the hospital in thirty minutes.  Grace wanted to head out to meet her husband for a shopping spree.

“Yes?” Grace asked, her tone uninviting.

“Can I talk to you, Vicky?” Anita asked.

“You can talk here,” Grace said.

Victoria met Anita’s gaze and nodded.  She had no intention of being anywhere alone with Anita.

“Fine, whatever,” Anita said, taking a step closer to the table.

Thankfully, there were only two other people in the dining space.  It wasn’t rush hour yet.

“What do you want to say?” Victoria asked the younger woman.

“I want you to stop making trouble for me with Ronald.  He said he would fire me because of you.”  Anita’s expression was bitter.  “If you couldn’t make him happy, I don’t see why you have to take it out on me.”

Victoria gaped.

“Aren’t you out of line?” Grace asked.  “Victoria si sister yako, Anita.  You can’t come here to carpet her over a relationship you started on your own.”

“It’s not my fault Ronald chose me over her,” Anita snapped.  “All I’m saying is that she shouldn’t use her position to get me fired.  I have a family to support.”

“Are you implying that I’m trying to get you fired?” Victoria asked in shock.

“Yes.  I know you did this—

“Who told you?” Victoria cut in.

“Ronald,” Anita said.  “He said that my presence here annoys you.  So—,”

Victoria got up, forgetting her ice cream.

Anita froze, her expression full of fear.

Victoria sighed and moved around Grace to stand before the younger woman.

“Don’t worry about your job, Anita.”

“You don’t want me fired?”

“Why would I?” Victoria asked, shocked anyone would think of her this way.

Anita blinked.  “Aren’t you mad about me and Ronald?”

“Goodness, no,” Victoria said, realizing it then, as well.  “Anita, Ronald is a bastard.  If you want him, he is all yours.”

Turning to Grace and Olive, she smiled.  “I have to go upstairs and straighten this.  Call me?”

“Don’t punch him,” Grace said, winking at her.

“I love this hotel,” Olive said.  “You guys have way more drama than we do, and I work in a hospital.”

****

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Picture Perfect 15

Chapter 15

Sunday afternoon, Victoria parked her car in the parking lot and got out with a groan.  She was exhausted and her c4345bc2ebc146fcd5033f39add33885clothes were dirty.  Opening the trunk, she removed a kiondo filled with vegetables: her mother’s care package after the work-filled weekend.  She’d spent her weekend at her family farm in Kinoo helping her father prep the greenhouse they’d purchased.  They’d planted tomatoes because her strawberry project was still far from ready.  Locking the car, Victoria walked to the stairs ready for a hot shower, and a cold drink.  She hoped electricity hadn’t run away, because that would put a damper on her plans.

When she got to her floor, she paused at the sight of Eric leaning on the balcony rail outside her door.  She tagged on her dirty t-shirt, and wondered if she could pass him unnoticed.  A serious urge to hide flooded her and she almost took a step back but he turned and saw her.  She adjusted the weight on her back and continued to her door.

Victoria winced, and continued to her house with slow steps.

“Hey,” she said when she got to her door.

Eric stared.

Feeling self-conscious, Victoria rummaged in her handbag for keys, and almost dropped the heavy kiondo in the process.  Eric took the basket.

“Were you in the shamba on a Sunday?” Eric teased.

Victoria nodded, finding her keys; she concentrated on opening her door.  Eric preceded her into her apartment, hauling the basket into her kitchen.  He placed the basket on the kitchen table and started checking what she’d brought home.

“Cabbage, carrots, onions, dhania,” Eric smiled and held up celery.  “Do you also grow these?”

Victoria nodded.

“Did you lose your words?” Eric asked with a grin, taking a carrot to the sink.  He turned on the water, washed the fresh carrot and crunched into it.

“Hey,” Victoria said, frowning at him.  “Why are you eating someone else’s carrots?”

“Apparently it’s the only way to get you to talk,” Eric grinned at her, still crunching on her carrot.  He leaned on the sink counter, chewing on the carrot with relish.  “These are good, sweet.”

“Glad you approve,” she said and stood for a moment amazed.

“Aren’t you going to close the door?” Eric asked when she kept standing at the entrance.

She laughed then as he promptly bit into the carrot again.  Closing the door, she dumped the keys on a small table in the corridor and sighed.

“You know, it’s rude to go digging into other people’s groceries.”

“Yeah,” Eric grinned.  “You’re not other people, Victoria.”

“Still—

“You look great,” Eric said.

Victoria touched her sticky t-shirt.  “Well, guess I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“I like a woman at work,” Eric said.  He held up his half-eaten carrot.  “Want a bite?”

“No.”  Victoria removed the headscarf she wore, and pointed at him.  “I need a shower.  Don’t mess my kitchen.”

“You’re so bossy,” Eric said as she turned to head down the corridor to her room.

“I can help,” he called after her.

“You wish,” she replied, entering her bedroom and locking the door.

She was glad for the hot shower.  It cleared her brain as nothing else could.  She dressed in light blue sleeveless blouse and matching skirt.  She held her hair in a ponytail at the top of her head and stood in the middle of her bedroom with a smile.

Truthfully, she was happy that Eric had come looking for her.  That he’d come to see her…she’d thought about him all weekend waiting for his call.

***

She left her bedroom eager to see his face again.  She frowned when she didn’t find him in her living room.  She went into the kitchen and found him grating carrots with expert speed.  The kiondo was empty, her vegetables on the counter.  He’d chopped tomatoes, onions and cilantro.

“What are you doing?”

“Making lunch,” Eric pointed at the chair behind her, at the small kitchen table.  “Sit there.”

“But—

“Don’t argue,” Eric said, holding up a half-grated carrot.  “I’ll make you crunch on this.”

“What kind of threat is that?” She scoffed.  “I told you not to mess with my kitchen.”

“I’m making lunch,” Eric said.  “Are all the vegetables from your parents’ farm?”

Victoria sank into the chair.  “Yes, Mum always packs a ton of vegetables for me to bring back.  She thinks I don’t go grocery shopping.”

“I like your mum,” Eric said.

“How was your trip?” she asked.

“Lonely,” Eric said glancing at her.  “I wished you’d come along.”

Victoria started to protest, but he continued, not giving her a chance.

“The couple had this photo session near a waterfall.  I had a great time working with light and shadows.  The sun danced in and out of the trees, bouncing on the water, you have to catch it at the right angle.  Otherwise the shot is useless.”

Victoria smiled, watching Eric make a light carrot stew.  He used leftover chicken from her fridge, moving around her kitchen like he belonged.  He talked about his work with love.  She learned about lenses, light and dark shadows, capture speed…

Eric placed a plate of chicken and carrot stew, with a slice of whole wheat bread before her.

“Want some orange juice with that?”

“I don’t think I have orange juice,” she said taking the plate.  She took a bite and smiled in bliss.  Eric was a great cook.  “Thanks for the food, Chef.”

Eric winked and went to her fridge.  He came back with a bottle of white cranberry juice and two glasses.  He sat across her with no plate.

“Aren’t you eating?”

“I had lunch with the team I went with earlier,” Eric said.  “I wanted to thank them for listening to me gripe.”

“You do complain a lot when you’re working,” Victoria said, taking another bite of the delicious chicken stew.

“I have to get that shot.  It was fun, but most of all, I missed you,” Eric said, leaning on the table.  “I came running here to see you, only to have you not be home.  Do you know you look sexy carrying a kiondo, Victoria?”

Victoria blushed.  “Yah, I was sweaty and covered in dust.”

“Guess that’s my thing,” Eric said.

Victoria smiled, meeting his gaze.

He smiled, and her heart sped up fast. She had no defense against him at all.

***

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Chapter 14

“I heard about the kiss,” Grace said later that evening.PP

They were at Victoria’s apartment and Grace was helping her make dinner. Victoria watched Grace stir-fry a mix of vegetables with olive oil and black pepper.

“He kisses and runs off,” Victoria said, checking the time on her microwave, it was almost eight o’clock. “He said he’d call but, it’s been hours.”

“Things must be going well if you’re waiting for his calls.” Grace winked at her. “You know those first days of a relationship. Will he call, no he won’t, why isn’t he calling?”

Victoria laughed. “And the, ‘damn it he didn’t call, I won’t talk to him.”

“Then he calls,” Grace picked up the pan from the cooking range and with dramatic flair, she served the vegetables on two plates. “The heart flutters, nervous energy, walking around the house while you talk, finger twirling in your hair or weave.”“Gosh, we’re not in university, Grace.”

“But you know it’s going to happen anyway,” Grace said with a smile, placing the pan in the sink. “I cook, you clean.”

“As always,” Victoria shook her head. “What do you do at home with your husband?”

“I got a housekeeper, she cleans,” Grace said, taking their plates to a table by the window.

Victoria had already set a bowl of rice in the middle and a fruit salad. She took a jug of fresh orange juice and took it to the table.

“A housekeeper,” Victoria said with a lifted eyebrow.

The last housekeeper in Grace’s house had left amid suspicion of an affair with Grace’s husband.

“Don’t worry, I have this handled. She comes in at nine o’clock. My husband is long gone to work then, and she’s supposed to leave by three in the afternoon. Hubby comes in late in the evening.” Grace sat down and poured juice into their glasses.

Victoria sat down too and served the rice. “What if he comes during the day?”

“I have people who tell me what’s going on.” Grace sighed. “I trust him though. I have to, Vicky. If I didn’t, I’d end up stalking him in his office, and you know how that would look.”

“He’s a good man,” Victoria said then, needing to assure Grace, “better than most, Grace.”

“Boy don’t I know it,” Grace took a bite of the food, and paused to savor the taste. “Good, I’ll make this for him on Sunday night.”

“I’m always your guinea pig,” Victoria said taking a bite too. The stir-fry was good, the taste of pepper bursting in her mouth, it was delicious. “Does he know I taste the food before it gets cooked for him?”

Grace grinned. “Nope, he thinks I’m the best darned cook in the world.”

“He should know,” Victoria shook her head, “Why the precious dinner on Sunday?”

“His mother is coming into town tomorrow.” Grace shuddered and reached for her orange juice, taking a healthy gulp. “This is my last day of freedom until Sunday. I turn into a grumpy dragon until then. I’m the one who’ll call you with emergencies.”

Victoria sat back in her seat and studied Grace. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“I wish I could infuse my veins with alcohol until she goes, but she’ll smell it and call me a drunk. I can’t do anything right with that woman,” Grace said. “Do you know she’s coming to get money to send her last daughter to college? I’m paying half of that money, and she’s still going to be critical and mean with me.”

“What will you do when you get kids of your own?”

“Hang her,” Grace said. “I love my husband, but his mother drives me crazy. I think she feels I stole him from her.”

Victoria chuckled. “Well, you sorta did, Grace. He’s her oldest son. He prefers to live in Nairobi instead of upcountry.”

“I’d possibly divorce him if he took me to stay upcountry,” Grace shuddered. “She’d be a door away. Can you just imagine the drama that would ensue everyday? I’ll keep us in Nairobi until I die, or she dies.”

Victoria reached over and squeezed Grace’s right hand. “Stop worrying Grace. You make me glad I don’t have a mother in-law just yet.”

“You will soon,” Grace said with a wicked smile. “Then you’ll come crying to me, I can’t wait.”

“Are you my friend?” Victoria asked with a teasing smile.

“Your very best one,” Grace said just as Victoria’s phone buzzed on the coffee table. “And the owner of that mother in-law is calling right now.”

“Stop it,” Victoria shushed her and got up to answer her phone. “Hello?”

“Vicky, it’s your mother.”

Victoria swallowed the rice in her mouth in a hasty gulp.

“Yes Mum,” she said, trying to infuse the right amount of enthusiasm in her voice.

Grace’s eyes went wide and she stuck her tongue out at her.

“Are you coming home this weekend?”

“Yes, with Cliff,” Victoria said. “Is everything alright?”

“I was hoping you’d go shopping for a dress with me.”

“A dress?” Victoria asked warning bells ringing in her head.

“Remember Wanja from the farm next to ours? She’s getting married and her mother asked me to cut the cake for the couple.”

Victoria closed her eyes. “That’s lovely, Mum.”

“Yes, I promised Wanja’s mum I’d ask her the same for your wedding.”

And there it was…Victoria dropped on to the couch.

“Anyone special we should meet?” her mother asked. “Clifford has Olive, but those two are always in the hospital. Vicky?  Are you there?”

“Mum,” Victoria said. “How about I take you for lunch tomorrow? We’ll go get that dress and maybe a suit for Daddy. You two will look fabulous for Wanja’s wedding.”

“I know you’re changing the subject. I worry about you, Victoria. Living alone with no one to look after you,” her mother went on. “It’s not good.”

“I’m fine,” Victoria said. “I like living here.”

“Yes, yes, you’ve said that before,” Teresa Waina said. “Alright, what time will you pick me up? Is your car working?”

“Cliff got it fixed for me,” Victoria said. “How about noon? Don’t be late, Mum.”

“I promise,” Teresa said. “Goodnight, Vicky.”

Her mother ended the call and left her staring at her phone. She always felt so guilty after a call from her mother. She had a good job, a nice apartment; still her mother felt that she hadn’t fulfilled her goals. At twenty-nine, she was meant to have had five children and a husband.

drinksA glass of juice appeared before her, and she glanced up to find Grace smiling at her. Taking the glass, she sipped it and the taste of vodka burned down her throat.

“I figured it was time to break out the big girls’ drinks,” Grace said sitting next to her. “I know that look. Don’t worry, she’s just concerned.”

Victoria let out a sigh and sat back on the couch.

“Well, I wish the concern came with a manual to navigate the insane dating scene we face now. In her days, it was so easy. Does she know men aren’t what they seem to be now? I mean, good men are really hard to find. They’re all either married, confirmed bachelors, or bonafide players. What is a girl supposed to do?”

“Drink?” Grace asked holding up her glass for a toast.

Victoria stared at her.

Grace winked at her and she chuckled. She clinked her glass to Grace’s and took a healthy sip of her juice, appreciating the burn of vodka going down her stomach. It warmed her up.

“To mothers and mothers’ in-law,” Grace said.

“Yeah,” Victoria said. “I guess we’ll be the same when it’s our turn.”

“Probably worse,” Grace said shaking her head. “If I get a daughter, she is so not suffering under some mother in-law. If I get a son, the woman he marries will probably have to contend with me for life.”

Victoria laughed and shook her head. “And the cycle continues.”

Grace’s stomach growled and they both laughed. “I guess we should eat.”

Victoria got up and headed back to their table. “You need energy for your crazy mother in-law, and I need it to face my mother tomorrow. Argh…shopping is going to be insane.”

They ate, drunk too much, and were dancing and singing to Sura Yako when Victoria’s phone buzzed.

“Hello?” she answered watching Grace shaking her booty. She bit back a laugh.

“Victoria.”

“Eric,” Victoria said. “You finally call.”

“Yes,” Eric chuckled. “Are you drunk?”

“I wouldn’t call it drunk. Tipsy?” Victoria said dropping on to the couch. “Grace and I are having a de-stress session.

“What’s a de-stress session?” Eric asked.

“Oh, you know, act silly, get drunk, dance and sing badly to all kinds of songs.”

“Why are you stressed?”

“I’m a woman, Eric.” Victoria stated. “What other reason do you need?”

He laughed and she rolled her eyes at Grace who was miming lovey-dovey hugs.

“I’m heading to bed. I have an early start in the morning. Are you going to sleep soon?”

“I don’t know,” Victoria sighed.

“Lonely?”

“Not really, Grace is here.”

“Don’t let her drive home.”

“Never, we’ll call someone.”

“When I get back, we can talk more about these de-stress sessions. They sound interesting.”

“Can I ask you a question, Eric?”

“Shoot.”

“Which category do you fall into?”

“Huh?”

“Married, confirmed bachelor or a bonafide player? What category?”

“This is a trick question, isn’t it?”

“Choose one,” Victoria stated.

“Fine, since you’re tipsy, I guess you won’t remember my answer.”

“Just answer the question.”

“Confirmed bachelor,” Eric said.

Victoria stared at Grace who’d stopped dancing to watch her.

“That’s what I thought,” she said after a moment. “Goodnight, Eric.”

She dumped the phone on the couch.

“What did he say?” Grace asked.

She laughed.

“Confirmed bachelor,” she said.

“Jeez, you’re so in trouble.”

“I guess I’ll just become a confirmed bachelorette.”

Grace replayed Sura Yako.

“It’s not so bad. You can crush on Bien Aime with no guilt whatsoever.”

“Yeah,” Victoria lifted her glass, “to me and the legions of women who want him too.”

Grace lifted her glass and they laughed as the song restarted.

****

Victoria crawled into bed at around one in the morning. She’d called a designated driver to drive Grace and her car home. As she settled in to sleep, Victoria wondered if the problem wasn’t her. She spent so much time worrying about work, what her bosses wanted, what her mother wanted,…never what she wanted.

What did she want?

If she could define that, perhaps everything would get easier, she thought as she drifted to sleep.

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Picture Perfect 11

Victoria tugged on an emerald dress and zipped it with finality. Not sparing her figure a look in the mirror, she turned to the mess on her bed. All the dresses she owned were scattered on her bed.  To think she’d ended up with the dress she’d picked first. Her phone buzzed and she jumped. Glancing at the clock, Victoria sighed when she saw the time.
It was only ten minutes to six. Eric had promised to show up at six thirty. Her phone buzzed again and she pushed dresses aside to find it on the bed.  She smiled when she saw her older brother’s name. Answering the call, she reached for a brush from her vanity table.

“What’s up?” she asked in greeting.

“Open the door,” Clifford answered.

“What?”

“I’m standing outside your door.”

Hurrying out of her bedroom, Victoria went to open the front door. Clifford stood leaning on the balcony railing, relaxed in faded blue jeans and t-shirt. He held up her car keys.

“I’m sure you’ve been dying for these,” he said with a wide smile.

Victoria returned the smile and held out her hand for the keys. “Thanks Cliff, you’re a lifesaver.”

Clifford’s fingers closed over the keys, his gaze thoughtful as he took in her dress. “Going out?”

Victoria’s smile faltered.

“Uh…yeah,” she said with a wince. She wasn’t ready to tell Clifford about Eric just yet. “Just for dinner, you know, out on the town.”

“Olive’s working tonight,” Clifford said speculatively. “Is Grace here? I’ve missed her.”

Victoria scowled. “I go out with other people too, you know.”

Clifford pushed off the railing and moved to open her apartment door. He removed his leather sandals, as he entered her living room.

“I’m thirsty, Vicky,” Clifford said as he settled on her comfortable pale green couch. He reached for the remote on the coffee table and turned on the television. “Make it cold juice, li’l sis; it’s too hot out there.”

Victoria groaned, just what she needed, an overprotective brother while she big brothergot ready for a date. She stormed into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She was quite aware of what Clifford was doing. He’d scared away most of her potential boyfriends when they’d been growing up. She almost over-filled the juice just imagining how he’d treat Eric.

Returning the carton of orange juice into the fridge, she took the glass to her brother wondering what would get him out of her apartment faster.

Clifford took the glass with a small knowing smile.

“How’s Ronald?”

“We broke up,” she said sitting in the armchair across him. She put her phone on the coffee table and continued brushing her hair. “Aren’t you working tonight?”

“Nope,” Clifford answered stretching his legs out on the couch. “I have two days off. I wanted to get your car fixed, and I need to pick-up supplies for Dad.”

“Supplies?” she asked with a frown.

“Yeah, he’s redoing the perimeter fence. He asked me to help him get sand.”

“That sounds involved,” Victoria said getting up to go clip her hair.

A knock came on the door, and her gaze flew to Clifford. He kept his gaze on the television. Rolling her eyes because it was obvious he was going to be stubborn, she went to open the door.

“Hey,” Eric said with a wide smile.

Before she could speak, Clifford grabbed the door from her and tugged it open.  Eric’s eyes widened and Victoria found herself stepping outside to take Eric’s hand.

“This is my big brother, Clifford,” she said. “He brought my car for me.”

Eric stepped back from her.

She scowled.

“Vicky, finish getting dressed,” Clifford said placing strong hands on her shoulders and pushed her back into the house.

Afraid of what he might say or do to Eric, Victoria ran to her bedroom. She grabbed the hair clip she’d set on the vanity table. Moving in fast motions, she finished with her hair, grabbed her purse. Visions of Clifford beating on his chest as if he was king-kong in the jungle had her jamming her feet into green sandals. She was in the living room when she remembered she’d left her cell phone in the bedroom. Running back with a groan, she got the phone and hurried out of the house.

Clifford and Eric had gone downstairs. Locking the house, she hurried down the stairs, only to find Clifford and Eric laughing by Eric’s car.
She stopped in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Clifford asked pushing off the car. He opened the back passenger door of Eric’s car. “You’re getting late for your date, Vicky.”

Victoria frowned when Eric opened the front passenger door for her. She slid into the car confused.  Eric and Clifford chatted about football as they drove out of the parking lot. When they hit Argwings Kodhek road, Eric stopped the car and Clifford came out.

“Vicky,” Clifford said. “See you on Sunday at the parents’?”

“Sure,” Victoria said as her brother closed the door and hurried off to the bus stop.

Victoria turned to find Eric grinning.

“What did you say to him?” Victoria asked.

Eric shrugged. “I have younger sisters too, that’s all I’ll say.”

“Come on,” Victoria scoffed. “Tell me.”

“Nope,” Eric said as he joined traffic heading toward town. “You look beautiful, Victoria. Makes me think I should take you out dancing.”

“I don’t think you can dance.”

“Now you’re just challenging me.”

Victoria laughed and settled back in her seat. “Fine, it’s a challenge.”

“What do I win if I prove you wrong?”

Victoria glanced at him, “I’ll buy dinner.”

Eric laughed this time.

He did dance…to salsa…Victoria couldn’t laugh as he managed to tag her along with him. They weren’t very good at it, but she had a good time, and he paid for dinner anyway. And so…their love story began…

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Picture Perfect 10

Chapter 10

Eric smiled when Victoria gave a small gasp when he opened the door to reveal stairs that led to the upper floor of the building.

“You have an upstairs,” she said in awe as he led her up the short steps.

“Yes, I got the space two years ago. I use it as a gallery, office or rest area, whatever I need.”

“Intriguing,” Victoria said tightening her hold on his fingers when he got to the top of the stairs.

She hurried up the last two steps and he gave her an appreciative glance. She looked gorgeous today. Her dress accentuating her full curves, the heels made her seem taller. He loved her natural hair the most. The dark tresses framed her face, so soft he wanted to reach out and run his fingers through it.

Meeting her curious brown eyes, he read a dozen questions in her honeyed eyes. Clearing his throat, he tugged her hand and led her to a large white worktable he used to examine prints. Taking her bag from her, he placed it on a coffee table laden with magazine and old newspapers. Pulling two office chairs, he adjusted the height for her.

“Sit,” he ordered, turning on the lights over the white table. “I thought you might like to see the photographs I took on Saturday.”

She sat down and removed her heels again.

“From Beth’s wedding?” she asked.

“Some of them,” he said with a smile. “I’m still working on the ones I’m going to give to Beth and Taylor. There is no hurry since they’re going to be away for a while.”

The truth was he’d spent his afternoon yesterday working on the spontaneous photos he’d taken of her. Not wishing to reveal just how interesting he found her, he picked up the bundle of prints he’d left on the corner of the table. Pulling up the second seat, he placed the first picture on the clean white table, and watched her reaction when she saw herself.

He’d taken a picture of her at the Savon Hotel. She stood by one of the ballroom windows, the morning sun falling over her as she spoke to Taylor and Beth.

“I didn’t realize you were taking photos that day,” she said, her tone quiet. “I don’t look like myself.”

He chuckled.

“You were all business that day. Don’t you look intimidating?”

She shook her head, an embarrassed expression gracing her features. He put the one he’d gotten from the wedding photos batch before her and she gasped. He understood her reaction perfectly. The woman seated on a bench in the gazebo was different.

Happier, he thought.

He’d captured her just as she was looking back at the vibrant white bougainvillea. She was like a dark goddess overseeing her flower kingdom. Vibrant in red, her profile beautiful and mystical.

“I’m sure this isn’t me,” she said with a pleased laugh, as she bent closer to look at the picture. “You’ve doctored this.”

He shook his head.

“Not at all,” he said truthfully, and laid out the rest of the pictures he’d taken of her at the wedding. His smile widened as she oohed in awe.

“This one is my favorite,” he said pointing to the one he’d snapped when she got out of the car. Her arms stretched wide, her smile carefree, the skirts of her dress floated around her, teased by the wind.

“I like this one,” she said picking out the one of her in the gazebo where she was facing the camera, with a small mysterious smile on her lips. “Can I keep it?”

He took it from her and studied it for a moment. She looked vulnerable in the picture. He hadn’t seen that before. Her brown eyes were bright with an unknown emotion. He’d have loved to know what she was thinking at that exact moment.

“How much?” she asked still looking at the photographs on the table.

“No charge,” he said quietly, “although, you might have to pay a toll.”

“What type of toll?” she asked.

A frown creased her smooth brow when she looked at him. Her eyes stunning in the light, that slow burn in his gut filled him and he wasn’t aware of having moved. He leaned and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her, amazed by the wild burst of electric thrills that raced down his back. He broke the kiss and met her surprised gaze.
Victoria brought her hand up to touch her lips, her brown eyes wide.

He cleared his throat and smiled.

“I’ll give you the pictures,” he said and took the one she’d pointed out. “Although, I’m keeping this one you like.”

“But-, I want that picture,” she said after a moment. “Choose another one.”

“If I keep this one, it will give you a reason to come and visit me,” he said putting it aside.

He gathered the rest of the photographs and put them in a new brown envelope he got from a drawer.

“Why did you kiss me?” she asked when he held out the photographs.

“Because I like you,” he said, leaning his elbows on the table when she took the envelope. “Do you want to see more photographs?’

She hugged the envelope he’d given her and nodded. He got up and hurried to a desk he had close to the wall.

There he retrieved five bunches he’d set aside this morning.

They spent the next two hours going through the photos he’d taken on his different assignments during the week. She exclaimed over a designer’s creativity when he showed her dress designs he’d taken the week before. She fell in love with photographs he’d taken on his trip to Marsabit, and Samburu. She loved the landscapes, huge rocks and the acacia trees he’d captured in the sunset.

When she got tired of the office seats, he tugged her to a couch by the window. She sat on one corner of the couch, and he took the other. When she stretched her feet on the cushions, he moved them onto his lap and massaged them while they talked about his trips around the country.

“I’ve never gone beyond Nyeri,” she confessed at some point. “Compared to you, I think I’d be considered unpatriotic. I’ve only visited one National Park in my adult life.”

“Not many people visit these places,” he soothed running a firm thumb over the elegant curve of her in-step.

Her feet were so soft; he could feel them through the thin layer of stockings she wore. He wished he could see her toenails and find out what color they were today.

“If you were given a chance, where would you like to visit? Somewhere within the country, but don’t say the Coast.”

She frowned throwing a round pillow at him. “How did you now I was going to say Mombasa?”Lake Nakuru

“Everyone wants to visit the beach,” he said with a matter of fact tone.

“Fine, I’d go to Lake Nakuru,” she said. “I’d go see the flamingos.”

“That’s an exciting place to go,” he nodded in approval. “When can we go?”

“What?” she asked in surprise.

“Let’s go to Lake Nakuru,” he said.

Victoria gave him a skeptical glance. “Eric, just like that?”

“Yes,” he said with a short nod. “I’m taking in my Jeep for service tomorrow. Once it’s done, we can fuel it; get some tunes, water and snacks. We’ll be good to go.”

She shook her head. “I can’t just take off and go to Lake Nakuru with you. My schedule is full. I have-”

“Life is pretty short, Victoria,” he said squeezing her foot gently. “Next year, next month, next week, you’re still going to have a full schedule and no time for yourself.”

She studied him for a moment before she shifted on the couch and moved her feet off his lap.

“Eric-,” she started as she sat up.

“What?” he asked.

“My life is not like yours.”

“What does that mean?”

“You run around taking photographs, taking trips to far off places. I’m tied up at the Savon-”

“Take time off,” he cut in to her little tirade.

“Even if I do, we only met last week,” she said, giving him an incredulous expression.

“We’re getting to know each other,” he said with a smile. “A trip to Lake Nakuru will definitely bring us closer.”

She stared at him, and then bit back a yawn. Glancing at her watch, she frowned.

“Jeez, it’s almost ten o’clock at night. I have to go.”

He sighed; disappointed when she stood up and went to get her shoes. He wanted more time, always more time.

“I still want an answer,” he insisted as he watched her wear her shoes.

“Thanks for the massage, my feet are incredibly happy,” she said with a small smile. “Are you headed home?”

He got up and nodded. “I’ll drop you off. Will you go to Lake Nakuru with me?”

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

“How about we make a deal?”

She picked up her handbag from the chair.

“If I agree to do your Savon Hotel PR project, you have to promise to take that trip with me.”

She frowned. “How long will it take you to do the photos?”

“That depends on what your team wants. It could be a day or two, a week at the most, I don’t know. I haven’t seen the proposal,” he said with a negligent shrug.

She studied him, and then nodded, “Fine, but I have a demand of my own.”

“Tell me,” he said moving closer to her.

“I get to bring Olive or Grace, whoever is available,” she said. “Feel free to invite whoever.”

Wicked woman, he thought as she turned smartly and headed for the stairs. She knew he wanted to spend time with her, and only her. When he didn’t move to follow her, she paused at the stairs.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

He chuckled when she continued down the stairs, charmed by her ability to draw him in so completely, he felt lost when she walked away from him. He turned off the lights over the table, and followed her downstairs. Linda had left the hallway light on. He reached for Victoria’s left hand when she started walking out toward the reception area.

“This way, we have a back door,” he said lacing their fingers.

At the end of the hallway in the opposite direction, he unlocked the back door with his keys. He got out first to make sure no one was waiting for them. She followed him, and he switched off the hallway light and set the alarm. Locking the backdoor, he turned to find Victoria rubbing her upper arms in the cool air.

He removed his light jacket and placed it over her shoulders. He rubbed her arms through the fabric.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much,” she nodded.

He pressed a kiss on her forehead and led her to his Jeep parked on one of the two spots behind his building.

“So you’ll only go with me to Lake Nakuru if you can bring Olive or Grace along,” he resumed their conversation when he drove out of the parking lot.

“Yes,” she said tugging his jacket closer. He joined traffic on the Argwings Kodhek road.

“What if I want to spend time alone with you?”

She gave him a blank look as he turned on to her street.

“Well, I guess we’d have to make time to meet in social places.”

He laughed.

“You’re just avoiding me,” he accused. “Fine, if that’s the way of it, make time for me tomorrow evening.”

“Tomorrow?”

He stopped the Jeep at the black gates outside her apartments.

“Yes, we’re going for dinner. A proper one this time since I made you work tonight.”

Victoria removed his jacket and placed it nicely on the back seat. “It better be a nice place.”

He chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”

She reached for the door lock. “Thanks for the ride.”

She glanced at him with a small smile and he leaned in to capture that smile in a kiss. She froze for a moment, then her lips merged with his, softening as she met him. Bursts of heat ran through his body, and he cupped her cheek, wanting to haul her against him and kiss her harder.

But it was too soon, too fast, he ended the kiss to find her eyes closed.

He ran his index finger over her soft left cheek, a soft caress.

“Goodnight, Victoria.”

“Goodnight, Eric. Drive safe,” she murmured and got out of his car without another word.

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Picture Perfect 8

Chapter 8

“I’m the manager in this hotel.” He sneered at her, his face turned into a hateful mass of lines that froze her in place. “You can scream, but there’s nothing they’re going to do for you, Vicky.”

“I suggest you do as the lady asks,” Eric said making Victoria glance up to find him standing a few feet away. “I don’t care who you are. If you don’t let go of her, I’m going to break your fingers.”

“This is none of your business,” Ronald said still holding on to her arm. “Why don’t you walk away?”

Afraid the scene would escalate, Victoria stepped into Ronald’s personal space. Surprised by her abrupt move, shoesRonald didn’t get time to react when she stabbed the tip of her right heel into his toes. She used all the force she could master, digging her heel into the expensive leather.

He howled and let go of her arm. She jumped away from him and Eric tugged her out of Ronald’s reach. She was pleasantly surprised when Eric used his own body to shield her in case Ronald retaliated. Eric took her right arm and studied her skin searching for bruises.

“Are you okay?” Eric asked meeting her gaze with concerned eyes.

“I’m fine,” she said giving him a small smile. “I’m not sure Ronald is though.”

“You did good,” he said stroking his thumb over her arm. “Just stay here for a moment, okay?”

She nodded and he smiled. “Good.”

Eric turned to Ronald and in a split second, he had Ronald pressed against the wall. She gasped as Eric tugged Ronald’s tie, tying it around his fist and pulling it until it was choking Ronald.

“I hate men who treat women like you do,” Eric said with disgust. “You listen to me, if Victoria ever complains about you again, even if it’s because of a paper cut, I’m going to find you and you won’t like what happens. Do you understand?”

Ronald choked and nodded his head.

“I didn’t hear you,” Eric hissed in anger.

“I u-understand,” Ronald managed.

Eric tightened his hold on the tie for a second then let go. Ronald collapsed against the wall gulping in air with deep heaves, as he tugged at his tie to release his neck.

“You-, get out of this hotel-, you-”

“Remember what I said,” Eric warned, pointing a finger at him. He turned away from a wheezing Ronald and smiled at her. “Come on, Victoria. I’ll get you home.”

She allowed Eric to lead her away from the alcove and they headed to the stairs. She was conscious of Eric’s hand on her left elbow as they went down the stairs. Once they got to the lobby, she stopped and turned to him.

“I’m fine now,” she said pointing in the direction of the ballroom. “You should go back.”

“Will you stop chasing me away,” Eric said glaring at her. “I just choked a guy for you.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” she said glaring at him. “You did that all on your own. Thank you for helping me. Now, go back to the wedding party.”

“I don’t want to be at the wedding party,” Eric said with a stubborn tone. He took her elbow and led her toward the front door. “I promised Olive I’d get you home. That’s what I’m going to do, even if I have to carry you to the car. Cooperate, Victoria.”

She chuckled as the front doors slid open and they stepped out into the cool night air. When they got to his black Jeep, he opened the passenger door for her and waited until she settled to close the door.

When he slid into the driver’s seat, she asked, “Why did you follow me?”

“You’re my date,” he said, starting the car. “How could I let some weird guy steal you away without a fight?”

She smiled at him. “You didn’t have to follow me, you know.”

Eric spared her a glance before he asked. “Is that guy the reason you were crying that day we bumped into each other?”

Her smile faded away as fast as it had come. Remembering that day, all the reasons why she now hated Ronald Mutoko returned and she was suddenly glad that Eric had threatened him. She looked out the window at the city lights, and the vehicles passing them.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” she murmured.

“He hurt you,” Eric said quietly. “It matters.”

“Not if I don’t want it to matter,” she replied firmly. “I don’t want to dwell on that guy anymore. You have no idea what it has been like since I found out what he did. I don’t want to think about him.”

“Fine,” Eric said.

When she turned to look at him, he looked away.

“I won’t ask again, as long as you admit something,” he said.

“What?”

“You thought I was pretty cool back there.”

She scoffed. “Please, I had already rescued myself. You were just trying to be macho man.”

“Come on, I was the warrior with his spear defending his woman. You were impressed.”

“Warrior with his spear?” Victoria laughed. “What do you think this is? A movie?”

10000BC“Hello, I’m sure my grandfather was the clan chief in the past. I’d have been the one leading battles against the wild animals in the village. I won the fight today, so that means you’re my reward. Haven’t you watched 10,000 B.C.?”

“You really are insane,” Victoria said with amusement. “I’m not a thing to be won.”

“No, you’re not,” Eric said quietly as he sped up the hill on Valley Road. “I’m hoping you won’t have trouble with that Ronald. I need you to promise that you’ll call me if you do, Victoria.”

She dropped her gaze. “He won’t bother with me anymore.”

“Promise anyway,” Eric insisted as he joined Argwings Kodhek road. “It will make me feel better.”

“Fine, I promise,” she said, welcoming the warmth that flooded her at the thought of having someone other than her big brother to call on for help. She concentrated on giving him directions to her apartment building, which was off Argwings Kodhek in Hurlingham. When he found her residential street and turned on to it, he slowed down.

“This is very close to the shopping center. Maybe you can come visit my studio tomorrow.”

“It’s Sunday,” she said with a sigh. “My brother is picking me up. We’re going to visit our parents in Kinoo.”

“Are you going to be there all day?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she said with a sigh. “Things just end up going nuts on days like tomorrow. It will depend with what’s happening.”

“Oh,” Eric said in disappointment. He stopped the car before the black gates outside her apartment building. “So, when will I see you again?”

She looked at him. “Do you want to see me again?”

“Give me your phone,” he said holding out his hand.

She got the phone from her purse and handed it over. She watched him type in his number and save it. He called his number and handed her phone back when his rang.

“Come see my studio on Monday,” he said when she put her phone away.

“After work,” he said when she started to protest.

“I might work late,” she said with a frown.

“Come on, make time” he cajoled. “I’ll even feed you.”

She reached for the door handle. “I’ll think about it.”

“Just think about it?” he asked when she opened the door.

“A lot, I’ll think about it a lot,” she said with a small grin.

When she started to get out, he placed a hand on her right hand to stop her.

“Victoria,” he said.

She turned to look at him and he smiled. “Thank you for being my date today.”

Before she could answer, he leaned over and pressed a kiss on her cheek.

“Sleep well,” he murmured.

“Good night,” she managed and slid out of the car.

She closed the passenger door, waved at him and waited for him to drive away. He didn’t.

“Go on in,” he said leaning out the window.

She frowned but did as he asked. Greeting the guard on the other side, she closed the gate and grinned when she heard Eric honk once and drive off.

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