“Can you believe that? He proposed we start a relationship and if it works, I could leave Jimmy and get married to him,”
“What won’t I hear in this world?” Adwoa, my best friend asked.
“He is really attractive but his boldness scares me,” I said.
“I always hear that people with high IQs have some form of mental illness and this may be a classic case,” Adwoa said, in between laughs.
“Don’t say that,” I reprimanded but couldn’t stop laughing at her assumptions.
Adwoa and I have known each other since Senior High School. We were in the same house and dormitory but while I read Business, Adwoa was a Visual Arts student. We met again at the University and somehow found ourselves in the same Hall. Even though we’ve been best friends, Adwoa and I are as different as night and day. I have always been studious while Adwoa knew how to create the right balance – she studied when she had to and partied hard as well. She has been the life of every party and somehow managed to pull me along to most of the events she was invited to.
“We need to meet for lunch one of these days,” I heard Adwoa say.
“Yes. We need to.”
“I could come over to campus. We could go to the staff cafeteria. Who knows? We may bump into the sexy Dr. Smith who has been eyeing my m-a-r-r-i-e-d friend,” she said bursting into laughter once again.
“Don’t be like that, Adwoa,” I said feigning sadness and hoping Adwoa could catch the tone over the phone and stop teasing, “I could introduce you both. Two single crazy people.”
“I wouldn’t mind that at all. Let’s meet for lunch and make sure to introduce me to that hunk of yours,” Adwoa said.
“Sure. We’ll talk later,” I said and hanged up.
“Oh Jimmy, you shouldn’t have gone through this length just to surprise me,” I said.
“It’s been a while since we did anything like this. You’ve been busy,” Jimmy said.
“I know and there was no need for you to remind me,”
“Ok. Haven’t you been busy? Anyway, let’s not spoil the moment with this argument – I only decided to surprise you with this brunch basket and what do we have here?” Jimmy asked as we walked around to the other side of the table to shift the cover of the cane basket to reveal its content.
“There are crepes, toasted bread, vegetable salad, ham, baguette, freshly squeezed orange and pineapple fruit juices, grapes, spicy chicken wings and what again do we have? Red velvet cake. Wow. I know you’re going to love this cake. There is enough to feed you and your colleagues. You don’t have to go out for lunch today,” Jimmy said.
“This is really beautiful and thoughtful. I truly appreciate it,” I said.
“Are you going to try any of the items in the basket or you are going to stand there and cry?”
He took the disposable knife and cut a thin slice of cake onto a plate and put it in front of me. He then walked quickly to the door to fasten the latch. Jimmy came around the desk to where I sat, bent over and gave me a kiss – gently at first. He held my hands and pulled me up towards him and kissed me again. He pulled me tighter into his arms and looked into my eyes.
“I miss you. I miss my wife. I miss this and I miss us,” he said almost breathlessly. He continued kissing me while his fingers frantically went behind me to locate the zip of my skirt. Realising what he had in mind, I quickly held the zip to prevent him from bringing it down.
“No Jimmy. Not here. Not in the office. My office. Anyone could walk in on us,” I said.
“But I have locked the door,” Jimmy said.
“But the dean has spare keys?”
Jimmy pulled back and stared at me bewildered.
“The dean has spare keys?” he repeated. “Does he go round opening the doors to offices of members of his staff? Are you even listening to yourself? Shirley. Too many excuses. You are either tired, not in the mood or giving lame excuses,”
“You don’t have to shout,”
“Yeah. I know. I won’t shout but I am so tired of your excuses,” Jimmy said while picking up his phone and car keys from my desk. He walked straight to the door, pulled the latch, looked at me once more and said,
“But the Dean has spare keys. Oh! Shirley,” and with those words, he walked out of the door.
I sat down in my chair, looked at the basket of goodies Jimmy had brought and started sobbing. No weeping was more of what I was doing.
“What was I thinking?”
…….to be continued.