"I'm not washing your clothes. You can forget it, what do I look like your maid?"

She didn't really want to know what she looked like. With her eyes throwing darts at him, her lips begging to be kissed and her chest rising and falling as her heart beat faster, she looked like a woman who had never felt the burning desire of a man. She looked like a girl, yearning to be turned into a woman in her pink cotton pajamas and pink slippers.

"You look like a person who owes me a shirt." He told her that instead. "Now since you can't afford a new one, I'll be kind and let you wash it instead."

Her jaws clenched, her eyes grew small and Tebogo knew she was going to pour liquid all over him again.

"Be careful with that glass sweetheart. There is no way I'm going to let you get away with that twice in one day. You pour that wine all over me and you will be licking it off until there is no trace of it on me." This time his threat stopped her on her tracks and she placed the glass carefully on the coffee table. Tebogo smiled. She was definitely a prude. The thought of licking his body had her so scared she fought down her attacking instincts.

"Get out of my house!" She said in a voice full of emotions and unvoiced threats.

"Just as soon as you've taken care of my shirt." He held the shirt up. Mandisa snatched it from him.

"I'll see to your shirt alright!" She opened the door and threw it out. "Now follow it!"

Amused Tebogo sat down on the couch. "Tell me, do you enjoy making life difficult for yourself?" He asked. "Now you have to wash and iron it."

"Over my dead body." She spat out.

She didn't know this but she was more appealing and exciting when angry. Tebogo placed his hands over his head.

"That is a request I'll be happy to fulfill, after all that is what I came over here for." He told her in his amused caressing voice that drove woman crazy. He had no misconception about his looks. He wasn't drop dead gorgeous but he had a certain enigma about him that attracted women to him and with his charm and seductive voice, he usually had them where he wanted them.

"Get out of my house now!" Mandisa said unaffected by his voice. She was a tough cookie and if he wanted to seduce her, which he didn't, he would need more than his sexy voice; he would need an unbalanced mind as well for Mandisa was not the type of girl to be seduced. She was too focused, too driven and stubborn to be the target of any man's interest. She had the looks, alright and he was sure that if she were to be sweet with no hidden agenda or sarcasm, she would find herself harassed by male admirers.




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