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"Oh please, Imani. Just a trip to the movies then my house won't hurt a fly," Kenya says through the phone.

"I am busy, you know that," I state the obvious, I am currently twisting my hair infront of the bathroom mirror.

"Let me visit you then. I will order us some noodles and wine, probably call Hannah and we can get all girly,"
"Hannah's probably still nursing her hangover. Plus, I want to rest my head a bit," I whine, grabbing my head cloth and wrapping it round my head.

"As always, but I'll just call you when I'm by your house. Bye," the call ends before I can even protest.

O.k

I dress in a bedroom gown and crawl into bed, glancing at the clock on my bedside to see 12:46pm flashing at me in red.

Ugh, Kenya don't land! Get stuck in traffic or something.

My phone vibrates and I pick it.

"Yes, Kenya,"
"Girl, I'm stuck in traffic. Apparently there's a rugby match today and it's noisy here and there's cars everywhere," I hear ruffling noises before she returns to the call, " But, we could always meet tomorrow after church?"

"No problem, I'm sorry about the traffic and all that rugby business,"

Even though my mind is clearly on the fast lane to sleepville.

"Later, B,"
"Later,"

***

"So, we have managed to find these two contractors; Brisk Build& co. and Chaka Lead," two files are passed to me as one of the co-workers continued, " from their profiles, they offer quick and efficient building services, more especially Brisk,"

"Interesting," my eyes are glued to the file in my hand, " ok, have Simon and Wendy call them, I need the rest of you to forward your lists as well. No slacking, everyone,"

The meeting is dismissed and walk into my office.

"Wendy,"
"Yes, Ms Yané," her tiny voice grew louder as she approached the door.
"We're going to be working on the project with Brisk. I want you to contact them and see if you can make an appointment with them either today or any other time this week,got it?"

"Yes ma'am," she walks off.
"And a cup of coffee would do me good after," I smile as she walks out.

"Mr Logan," I say taking out my notepad as I began the call, " Imani Yané here from Khale Enterprise...yes I just called to let you know that the project will be well under way, we just found a handful of contractors...that can be arranged, yes!" I say with a grin, " I hope to hear from you soon, thank you,"

"Your coffee, ma'am," she places a tray of cookies on the side, " There's free cookies now, don't worry," she smiles shyly.

"Why would I?"
"Well, I had to say that in case you probably thought Mr Van- if he was the reason behind the cookies,"

"Oh," I nod in understanding.

I spend the rest of the day behind my desk,and at five Wendy passes by to tell me she's done for the day.

Maybe I should too... My body is aching so badly that I need a massage.

This is exactly why you need a man.
Hannah's words ring at the back of my mind as I ride home.

"No what I need is a hot bath," I say out loud to the voice in my head.

Or that man you keep pushing away? My subconscious flags at me.

"Gosh, shut up!" I yell at myself.

The ride home was long as I kept having this feud with myself about a man who I don't even know!

This is hopeless.

I sit infront of the TV for a change, browsing through channels that I hardly have time for. Sleep catches on to me and I give in.

-

My eyes shoot open at the buzzing sound under my hand.

"Hello?"
"Are you asleep?"
"I was asleep,why?" my voice is groggy.
"I am outside your house, and I know it's Tuesday but I need help,"

I walk to the door and swing it open.

"Jesus, what happened to your face?!" Kenya shrieks, probably because my sleepy face looks like I fought with a wild animal...or the other way round.
"If I had a dollar for everytime you call for me, I'd be able to pay for a month's vacation,"
"Very funny," she walks past me and into the living room. " Well, I need help with these invitation cards, can we-" her phone rings and she stops to answer it.

"What?!" she gapes," Okay, I'm on my way,"

"Going already?"
"Yes, Adrian says the pipe by the lawn burst and I need to go check it out before a friend comes over to fix it,"
"What about the cards?" I ask worryingly.
"We could go over to my house?" she squeaks.
"Kenya..."
"Please," she begs.

"Fine,"I give in, considering the fact that she has been pestering me to hang out with her all through last week.

We arrive at her house and walk over to the backyard.

"You can go inside while I call Adrian," she pats my arm, placing her other hand with the phone close to her ear.

I decide to stroll around the kitchen before sitting on the tall stool facing the door which leads to the backyard.

"Finally got intervention," Kenya's voice startles me as her heels clicked on the tile floor. "Let me get changed so we start on the cards- ouh, and there's cake too!" she cheers.

I'm left alone to my thoughts and suddenly a thud is heard from outside.

"What the-" I rush to the source of the sound.

"Are you okay?!" I stare at the man holding his forehead, probably in pain.
"I'm alright," he tries to smile.

Well will you look at that, fate has brought honeyblonde and myself together- again. In fact I must say it's now happening often than not.

"Oh my goodness you're bleeding?!" I let out a shrill noise and run towards him.

"It's fin-"
"Just let me help you!" I snap. "Geez I'm being nice here,"

Really, Imani?

I sit him down on the tall stool once we're in the kitchen and find a first aid kit in one of the cabinets after minutes of searching.

"Here, lift your head," I instruct him, dabbing a bit of disinfectant with a cotton ball.

A hiss escapes his mouth as I clean the wound.

"Are you that much of a child?" I frown and his green eyes are dark, narrowing at me.
"It's not that painful, but-"
"Then don't wince too much," I cut in.

His hair was a sight to see, the waves and curls as they bundled up into the careless yet attractive bun he held it in. His cologne is strong and intoxicating... I like it though.

"The name's Christian by the way," he breaks the silence.
"Grey?" I scoff.
"You're funny," he chuckles softly.

Okay, that's a start.

"Right,"
"Christian Greear," he states.

Not as sexy, but I can work with that.

"I was close with the whole G name going on though," I place a band aid across the corner of his forehead.
"Yourself?"

"Imani," I take a deep breath and a step back. "There, all done."

He traces his hand over the patch and smiles.

"You're quite the character, Imani," he says, smirking.
"You're welcome, Christian," I walk past him before his hand blocks me right by my abdomen.

"Thank you." his eyes gaze into mine.
"Sure," I respond lowering my eyes.

"Girl, I know I kept you waiting but Adrian just got back," Kenya walks in, oblivious to Christian and I standing by the island.

"Oh, I see you've met Christian," she lifts her head and blinks at me, twice.

Girl code?

"Um, yeah I had a bit of an injury while packing my box and Imani helped me patch it up," he stands from his seat.

"Hm, Imani sure is the helping kind," Kenya drawls at the last two words.
"I better get going,"
"Wait, Adrian is in the living room, you can join him there," Kenya says pointing to the door behind her.

"Oh, very well then. Um, it was a pleasure meeting you, Imani," he nods and exits the kitchen.

"The helping type, huh?"
"I'm boosting your chances, Imani. We both know you're not all that with mending wounds,"she shoves my arm playfully.
"Yeah, right," I huff.

"Well atleast you bonded a little with Christian," she states with a hand on her hip.
"Oh please, the man ain't even my type,"I grunt.

"Sure he isn't...for now," and with that, she taps the tip of my chin and makes her way to the stove.
"So where is he from?" I ask, helping her by the stove.
"Why don't you go to him and ask, Imani? This is your chance to get to know someone without doing your little background checks," she swats.

Girl, I need to know what I'm getting into here!

"Kenya, don't do me like that," I pout slightly.
"Then let him do you," her face is cunning as she says it.
"Ke-"
"Fine. Ugh, fine. He's from England, just moved here for a little business that's all,"
"Oh," I nod.

"Yea, Adrian met him when he was on a business trip, came back together and all," she scowls at the steam that escapes the pot, stirring slowly.
"I see,"

"Baby," we both turn to see Adrian by the kitchen door, Christian following behind, " We're going to check out the pipe and then head over to the braai place,"
"What for? I'm already cooking supper," she frowns.

"Ok, we'll wait for it," he winks and leaves through the backyard, Christian's eyes are still on me.

"He better have your supper," I cough.
"I know, he just likes flame grilled food and sadly I don't do that for him," she laughs.
"Ahh, so y'all go out for those?"
"Occasionally, either that or noodles. You know me and my ramen, he loves it though," we carry on cooking and set the table up for supper.

"Now's your chance, girl," Kenya whispers in my ear as the two men settle down round the dinner table.Christian sits next to me while Adrian takes a seat with Kenya.

"Shall we say Grace?" Adrian requests.

I am not holding no man's hand at this juncture, Kenya don't you dare-!

"Hands?" Kenya smiles as she stretches her hand to me.

Great, now I have to hold this man's hand.

I oblige and suck in a breath, reaching out to Christian's hand, who spares no second in holding it.

Adrian's prayer lasted a whooping hour, or atleast it felt like one, and I couldn't help but twitch my eyes. Opening them slowly, I take a peep at how Christian's firm hand holding my tiny fingers. His thumb sweeps over my knuckles repeatedly and my heart hits a marathon.

Jesus, if you're there... make him stop, make him, no wait. He shouldn't stop.

"Amen."

Finally.

I exhale and turn to find Kenya already dishing out the food; rice, chicken stew and potato salad.

The short glances Christian and I give each other is probably the only thing making the meal slightly awkward . But I must admit, it wasn't that bad, not at all. Infact, it was bearable once Adrian started a conversation with him.

After supper, Kenya and I sit in the living room, getting straight to the invitation cards she needed help with.

"So, how was supper?" she smiles mischievously.
"I'm not going to answer that," I raise my brows as I spoke, avoiding eye contact with her.
"Even if you don't, Imani, I'll say what I have to say. You're being too hard on the man, infact on any man. Girl, test the waters and if he's not the one there's always others in the sea,"
"Luh-Mao," a laugh escapes my mouth, " test the waters? You know me and men; we don't click," I snap my finger for emphasis.

Christian walks through the kitchen door, the sleeves of his grey top are pulled up to his elbows, revealing his veiny yet muscular arms with one side covered in ink.

I did not see that one coming.

"Kenya, it was lovely being your guest for supper. I better get going now, it's getting late," he gives us a warm smile.

I take my phone out and the time reads 21:50.

Shit, I have to be home too.

"No problem, you're welcome here anytime,"
"I best be on my way as well," I stand and grab my bag from the coffee table.

"Oh, but your car?" Kenya's lips are in her mouth instantly.
"What about my car... oh no," then it clicks, I came with Kenya in her car.

"I could drop you off if you like?" Christian offers.
"Thank you, but I-"
"Yeah,she can go with you!" Kenya agrees.

I shoot a glare and she doesn't seem affected by it.

"Okay then, ready when you are," he walks out the house and I'm left alone with my dearest, bestest, wonderfulest...-

"Hoe," I grunt.
"You'll thank me one day. See you over the weekend," she waves as I storm out, heading straight for Christian's damn Audi.

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