Love's courage. Mokopi Shale

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СКАЧАТЬ Her gaze travels down unashamedly over a gracefully masculine neck with a small Adam’s apple, broad and muscled shoulders in a T-shirt that clings to well-developed pecs and a six-pack to die for.

      God is great! Your wonders amaze, oh Lord, you are worthy of praise! Lesego continues to exult to herself as her gaze continues down to what looks like . . . Oops! This has gone too far, girl! she reprimands herself in her thoughts. The brother has a face, and what a face. We must do this journey again, from the bottom up . . . Oh, what a ride!

      At the same time, Kenneth is doing his own checking out and his thoughts are also running riot . . . Perfect skin, caramel brown, a high forehead – a sign of intelligence; please God, say it’s so! Thick eyebrows over beautiful, large chocolate-brown eyes framed with the longest lashes he has ever seen. A dainty nose, high cheekbones, a wide and totally kissable mouth, a small chin and long, thin neck that flows into delicate, uncovered shoulders above a generous chest exposed to perfection with a heart-shaped bustier-type cotton top in a yellow that offsets her complexion – NO BRA!

      Lord have mercy on the weak! Kenneth gasps to himself as he swallows hard. His gaze continues over a flat stomach with just a bit of skin showing over the top of her tight blue jeans that show off her shapely and well-rounded hips above firm thighs . . . Then he forces his gaze back up again.

      They both realise they have been unabashedly checking each other out and instead of being embarrassed, the two give each other a cheeky grin.

      “So, how are we to settle this?” he asks her flirtatiously.

      “You could be a gentleman and just let me have it,” she responds.

      Eyebrows slightly raised, but seriously tickled, he responds with a naughty smile. “Well, normally I am a gentleman, but I really need this, so I think you should let me have it.”

      They both flush with desire and their eyes begin to glaze over. Their breathing becomes erratic while they stare at each other’s lips as they speak.

      Lesego shakes her head to clear the haze. They are practically engaged in mild foreplay right here in the middle of a bookshop, for heaven’s sake. “Okay,” she says, “what must I do to get you to let me have the book?”

      Slightly disappointed that she has become all serious, he says, “Well, this is the last copy and I honestly think I need it more than you. But I can let you have it if you promise to let me borrow it when you’re done.”

      “But we hardly know each other; how do I . . . ? Oh, okay, you want my number,” she says with another cheeky grin. “You could’ve just asked. Anyway, I would’ve found a way to get yours.”

      His eyebrows shoot up – he’s obviously impressed with her boldness.

      “I just have a series of questions I’d like you to answer before I give you my number,” she continues. “If you answer reasonably, I’ll hand it over gladly.”

      “What? An interview? You must be kidding.”

      “Hey, you’re the one who said you were a gentleman.”

      “I never said any such thing.”

      “Look, you could ask them to order another copy, but that would probably take a while, so it all depends on how desperately you want this book,” she says, cocking her hip to one side and placing her hand on it to draw his attention down her body once more.

      He takes a long breath, releases it and then says, “I want it fast, all right . . . Okay, but I would also have to ask you some questions.”

      “No problem; whatever you need.”

      Lesego purses her lips and sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. His eyes seem to devour her and she suddenly feels the need to fan herself.

      “Right then, let’s begin,” he says.

      “Fine. Are you a serial killer?”

      He bursts out laughing. “Are you serious? If I were, would I tell you? Wouldn’t you just find yourself at the receiving end of my torture tools?”

      “You have torture tools?” she asks, widening her eyes in a mocking way.

      “Do I look like I have a need to torture women? No, I’m not a serial killer and I don’t have torture tools.”

      “Do you have your own place?”

      “What? This is ridiculous. Why are you asking these unrelated questions?” he asks, a little exasperated.

      In reply he gets another wide-eyed look, a slight shake of the head and a small shrug while the book is waved in his face.

      “Okay, fine – I own my own house.”

      “Good,” she says. “That means you’re gainfully employed, then?”

      He is about to argue that when she gives him the same mocking look.

      “Yes, I am gainfully employed . . . Your turn now. Is there a history of mental illness in your family?”

      She smiles charmingly and says, “No.”

      “Have you ever stalked a man?”

      She raises her eyebrows and gives him an amused look. “No, I’ve never had the time.”

      “Are you gainfully employed?”

      “Yes, I am gainfully employed.”

      “Are you looking to get married?”

      “No, not any time soon; I have too much to achieve and a husband might hold me back.”

      He cocks his head, surprised at her answer. “How old are you?”

      “I could be a typical female and lie, but I think the age thing is a lot of bull. I’m twenty-nine.”

      “You’re very interesting. Can I have your number?”

      “Sure. Give me your phone.”

      He hands it to her, and while putting in her details, she says, “I won’t ask for yours. So, I leave the ball in your court, sir. Then you have the opportunity to chicken out.”

      “Who says I’ll do that?”

      “You’re a man. You’re probably involved and you’re probably afraid of strong women. So, it computes.”

      “Wow, you’re quite cheeky.”

      “Said the kettle to the pot. What’s your name, by the way?”

      “Kenneth,” he says, extending his hand.

      When their hands clasp, they both gasp as an electric shock of excitement travels through their arms and settles firmly in their groins. They both swallow, they both lick their lips.

      “Kenny, did you find . . . Oh, sorry.” Their reverie is interrupted by a pretty woman who flashes a brittle smile at Lesego. “Who’s this?”

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