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KK. 4. KISS IT BETTER

“Look at you Denise you clean up well,” I complimented our HR Exec as she
came to join us at our table. I was just getting up to greet our customers that
had already arrived.

We were having a client function just to thank them for their business and their
loyalty. KI wouldn’t be as successful as it was without their business. I preferred
doing the client function earlier in the year and not at year end when everyone
did theirs because it would be memorable done in June and most companies
had their own functions towards the end of the year. We thought it would be
nice motivation to invite the graduates to come to the event then we wouldn’t
have to host a separate function for them.

I was grateful for my marketing exec who came up with that brilliant idea
because I was definitely looking forward to spending more time with Lerato. I
just had to reign my fascination with her in because I didn’t want everyone to
know how much she affected me.

I did my rounds around the room and came back to sit down with the other
exec’s. We were due to start soon and Vusi had just notified me that the
graduates would be sitting with us. Fucking great!

There was a flurry of activity at the entrance and that’s when I realised that the
graduates had arrived. Without even realising I was doing it I was already
searching for her in the crowd. When my eyes found her they stayed on her until
she came and sat down right across from me. She looked spectacular in a black
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 dress. While her peers ordered juice or ciders she asked for a glass of
chardonnay. A girl after my own heart. She looked everywhere but at me and I
understood why. After out conversation earlier today and the fact that my
whole Exec team was on this table it wouldn’t be wise to entertain her too
much.

The program director started off the evening and called me up to formally
welcome the guests.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for making time to come and
join us this evening. As announced by the program director I’m Khulekani
Khuzwayo the CEO and owner of Khuzwayo Investments. Our company has
continued to grow from strength to strength thanks to your partnership with us.
You are more than a customer at KI you’re a partner because your success
becomes our success. I would like to thank each and everyone of you for
partnering with us. As you know we hold our values dear of Integrity,
Collaboration and Excellence and we are continuously finding better and more
efficient ways of making your interactions with us as easy as possible. We
understand at KI that only when your company is efficient do you remove the
non- value adding activities to bring you even more value to your business and
ours. I don’t want to talk shop tonight because it is a night to unwind and enjoy
the great food we’ve organised and the entertainment. From the executive
team and all KI staff Siyabonga.”

People clapped and cheered as I made my way down the stage. I looked at
Lerato briefly, she smiled at me and that brought some warmth to my heart.

I sat down and got caught up in conversation with Vusi regarding some proposal
he was working on. The Consulting division has always been close to my heart
because KI was initially KC before I started expanding into different ventures. I
trusted Vusi implicitly with the business and he had really made it the best
performing division in the group. Starters were served as Lira started
performing. I kept stealing glances at Lerato and she was entranced by Lira she
must love her music.
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 When Lira started singing ‘Hamba’ her demeanor changed and the look of
wonder and happiness started fading. I wondered whether this song held some
significance for her. As I took a sip of my wine to look at her again without being
obvious she got up and took her bag with. I sat back to check which door she
used to exit from. She didn’t go out the main entrance but to one of the many
balconies surrounding the ballroom area. I sat for a few minutes not to raise
suspicion and I followed her out. She seemed to be in a heated argument on the
phone. I stepped into the balcony and caught her last words.

“I forgive you Lesego because I need to do that for me to move on with my life.
But you are crazy if you think I’m going to get back together with a lying,
cheating guy like you. You broke my defenses and made me love you Lesego
then you trampled on it and threw it back in my face.” When she hung up I
realised she was probably talking to an ex boyfriend or something. I clenched
my fists as that possessive streak made itself known yet again. When a sob
broke out from her I couldn’t resist. I came closer and wrapped her in my arms.
She went rigid initially but she must’ve realised it was me then settled for a few
second but tried to pull away.

“Shh Lerato. Just let me do this for you. I’m just offering comfort.” I felt her body
relax against mine when she gave up fighting. She actually turned around and
put her hands on my chest and cried. She felt right in my arms like she belonged
there. Who had hurt her like this? Why couldn’t they appreciate the rare gift of
being loved by such an incredible woman? I held her tightly to me and rubbed
her back lightly. The music from the ballroom was filtering outside through the
opened windows and doors and I heard Lira singing the notes to one of my
favourite songs ‘Phakade’ so I started humming to the song.

Nguwen’ obengimcela kumdali wam

Ma ngikhuleka ngingedwa
Ngicela uthathe isandla sami
Unginik’ uqobo lwakho
Kuze kube ngunaphakade

Naphakade
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 Ngifun’ ukuba nawe namhlanje
Kuze kube ingunaphakade

It seemed like Lira was singing about me and my situation with Lerato. Universe
was that you again? After she quietened down she stiffened against me and I let
her go despite the fact that I didn’t want to. I reached into my jacket and gave
her my handkerchief. Another thing drilled for into me by my dad – a gentleman
always carried a handkerchief with him.

“A handkerchief? Really? Thought you were younger than that,” she said softly
looking at me. I chuckled at that. Even at her most vulnerable she could crack a
joke.

“Knights in shining armour have to have them. It’s part of the artillery. Are you
ok?” I asked her touching her cheek lightly. She was staring into my eyes and
briefly leaned into my caress but I could tell she was fighting it because she
pulled back.

“This is so inappropriate Mr Khuzwayo. I…”

“Please call me KK? Mr Khuzwayo sounds so stuffy.” I smiled looking straight

into her lovey eyes. She also seemed drawn to me and that’s probably why she
was throwing the inappropriate word at me.

“That would be even more inappropriate.” There’s that word again.

“Oh Lerato can I call you Lerato? Why are you always chastising me about how
we should behave?” She made me feel like a child the way she kept carrying on
about what we should or shouldn’t do.

“Call me Miss Molemi and I will call you Mr Khuzwayo. Thanks for the comfort I
think I’m going to call an Uber and go home. It’s been a really long day.” She
seemed to be pulling away and putting that distance between us. I didn’t want
that because I felt like we had made progress tonight although there were many
complications. It seems like she just got out of a very complex relationship and
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 she was probably going to be working here next year. I didn’t want our time to
end.

“Let me take you home then instead of waiting for an Uber. Don’t say anything
about how inappropriate it is Miss Molemi I’m just fulfilling my knightly duties.
Come let me get my stuff and we can go.” I wasn’t going to give her an
opportunity to refuse. I lead her through different doors so we could go up to
my office. The lift was already on the ground floor so when I pressed it we went
in. I couldn’t help the lift scenarios playing in my head: me pressing the stop
button and pinning her against the mirror, lifting her leg around my waist,
sinking inside her. Jesus! Thank goodness she was on the other side of the lift
because if she had been close I’d be telling a different story.

We got to my office and I switched the desk lamp on because I was trying to set
the mood a bit. After my overactive imagination in the lift I was feeling a bit hot
so I took my jacket off and loosened my tie.

“Would you like a night cap before I drive you home?” I asked her because I
wanted to spend just a bit more time with her without prying eyes. Anyone
could’ve walked out and found us on the balcony.

“That chardonnay I had downstairs was quite nice do you have some wine in
your secret stash?” She seemed to have calmed down from the phone call as
she got comfortable on the couch she sat on earlier in the day. I loved her little
jokes she kept throwing at me.

I went through to my office apartment and got a bottle with two glasses. I
poured some wine for the both of us and handed her the glass. I made sure that
our fingers touched during the handover and that spark was definitely there.
Why was I so drawn to her? I decided to sit next to her on the couch. I had to be
close to her.

“I thought you were taking me home,” she whispered taking a sip of the wine. I
didn’t think she wanted to go home because she would’ve insisted. She moaned
as she swallowed the wine and I hardened instantly. Would she moan like that
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 when i licked her to orgasm. Fuck! She had some residual wine on her lips and
this was an opportunity I was not going to miss. I wiped the wine with my finger
and put it in my mouth. She was just staring at me. I would give away all my
billions just to kiss her right this moment but whatever this was it was still
fragile. I needed to be patient.

“I will take you home when you’re ready. I don’t think you are ready now. You
have to come down from the emotional high first.”

“Umm where is this wine from? It’s absolutely delicious.” I realised she was very
good at deflecting and changing subjects but I indulged her. Kept reminding
myself not to push too soon so I indulged her.

“It’s from Napa Valley in San Francisco. I have a friend who sends it to me once
per quarter with other varietals.”

“So you’re a connoisseur of some sort?” I could see admiration in her eyes and I
felt 10 feet taller.

“Well with my dad being a chef we grew up surrounded by good wine. I came to
appreciate it over time.”

“Wow. One day I will get to that level. It’s just that restaurants are limited in
terms of what they carry even the stores. My short term dream is to go to
Stellenbosch in Cape Town and just wine farm hop and taste all that wine! That
would be awesome.” She was smiling at me as she said that. I’m going to take
you there sweetheart I promise someday soon when you’re mine. I made a
mental note of that dream of hers. I wanted to be that man that made all her
dreams come true.

“Good to see you smile again. What happened Lerato? Who hurt you?” I rubbed
the back of my fingers on her cheek because I couldn’t help it. I had to touch her
again. I didn’t anticipate the tears that came with my question. I should’ve left it.

“Just some jerk who doesn’t deserve me.” Damn right he doesn’t! I wiped her
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 tears. She was so beautiful even when she was crying. Some women looked
horrific when they started crying. I had to let her know where I was regarding
her.

“I’m glad you know he doesn’t deserve you. I’m going to be very truthful with
you Lerato. I’m a man who knows what he wants and I’m fucking attracted to
you. I know the timing is insane now because you’re going through heartbreak
and I’m your potential boss possibly so it makes things a little complicated.
However I’m a patient man and I can wait for the timing to be just right for you
and I to be together. Make no mistake about it Lerato we will be together
because I can see how you respond to me.” I spoke so softly while still running
my hand on her cheek. I was staring at her intently to determine if what I’ve said
is freaking her out or whether I read this situation correctly.

“I’m just a child KK. You deserve a woman in your level.” She was all woman and
woman enough for me. I hadn’t had such interesting conversations with women
my age or older. Like who the fuck cared how old she was? I put her glass of
wine on the table and took her hands in mine.

“Don’t ever put yourself down like that. I’ve had the most interesting day having
conversations with you. You’re so unafraid and so intelligent. You make me feel
comfortable and I found myself opening up to you in ways I haven’t done before.
I’m just a man Lerato all of this stuff is just what I do it’s not who I am.” She just
kept quiet looking at me like a deer caught in the headlights. I decided to just let
this topic go for now but at least she knew where I stood with her.

“Are you hungry? We didn’t even eat mains before we left the function.” I put my
arm around her and drew her to me. She came willingly this time and that made
me feel warm all the way through.

“Yep kinda. You got food in your secret stash?” The jokes were back which
meant we were back on neutral ground.

“I’ll go down and get something to eat and come back.” I said kissing her head. I
couldn’t help myself.
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 “In that case no it’s fine. I don’t want people to come to wrong conclusions
about us. I still want this job KK it will really open doors for me and I don’t want
to get it because you’re attracted to me.” She looked up at me. I was glad she
had acknowledged my attraction to her but what about her. Was she attracted
to me?

“I don’t make the final decision sweetheart. Vusi makes that decision I just meet
you guys so I know who you are when one of you gets appointed. So whether
you sink or swim is entirely up to you. I won’t interfere in the process.” It was
true though Vusi made the final decision.

“Ok that makes me feel better. Will you give me time KK to just finish my final
year and get over this shit that’s just happened in my life?” That made me so
happy because she was acknowledging that there was something happening.
She wasn’t saying no she just needed time.

“Take all the time you need. You will let me know when you’re ready. I have
biltong in my secret stash do you want to share that?”

“Yes please! Love biltong. So what’s behind door number 1?” She asked pointing
towards the door. I stood up and extend my hand so she could take it.

“Come see,” I said as we walked together towards the office apartment.

“Wow! Do you live in your office?” Really Lerato! A successful man like me live in
his office. That made me laugh.

“No Lerato but I do sleep here on occasion when I’m working late. Driving to
Hyde Park in the early hours of the morning to an empty house is sometimes
not appealing. I sleep here during those times. I even have a limited number of
clothes here.” I got the biltong from the cupboard and gave it to her. I then went
to fetch our drinks from the office and closed the door on my way back. I sat
next to her and took her legs to put on my lap. I was fascinated with touching
her constantly. I took off her shoes and started massaging her feet. I knew I was
good at this because I used to do it for my mom after a long day on her feet. Her
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 moans were getting Khumalo excited. Patience boy.

“That feels so good hmm its been a long day on my heels.” I can make you feel
good in other ways I thought to myself.

“Ya I don’t know how you ladies do it all day every day.” I had to stop this
otherwise she was going to pick up on my hard on. I handed her the glass of
wine and also took mine.

We just sat there in a comfortable silence enjoying each other’s company

without the need for words. I loved that she didn’t need to fill each and every
silence with words like some women liked to do.

“I think I’m ready to go home now.” She seemed quite sleepy now but it had
been a long day.

“Ok cool let’s get you home Miss Molemi. I will ask Steve my head of security to
put your stuff from the hotel in my car. Steve has the ultimate discretion.” I got
up to call Steve and he answered.

“Sure boss.” I don’t know why he insisted on calling me boss because we were
friends.

“Can u ask one of your guys to put Lerato’s stuff in my car. She was one of the
graduates here today.”

“So quick!” He teased me.

“It’s not like that Steve…”

“If you say so. Consider it done. Hope you come right with your graduate Pun
intended.” I could hear his teasing tone.

“Fuck you Steve,” I smiled.

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 “No fuck the graduate. Good night.” I chuckled as I walked back to Lerato.

“Another lift?” She asked standing next to me. I put my arm around her
shoulders. I loved having her close to me.

“Yep it’s my own private elevator going to the basement parking.” The lift
opened and we stepped in. I wasn’t letting her go so I kept my arms around her
even in the lift: she turned and hugged me. Her arms around my waist felt so
good.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Thank YOU Miss Molemi.” I squeezed her to me and just held her like that until
the lift doors opened.

“You like jazz nhe? I even heard some jazzy sounds on the top floor.” She was
very observant as well. Even noticing that my number plates weren’t
personalised but it was more a security thing than anything else. I couldn’t really
tell her that because she would ask me questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

“I like some jazz but I’m not at my dad’s level. He was the greatest influence on
my love of the genre. This is Gregory Potter. Do you like it?”

“It’s a nice sound I wouldn’t go as far as saying I like it though.” It was refreshing
how unpretentious she was.

“That’s what I like about you Lerato. You are so honest. You don’t pretend for my
sake. It’s so refreshing.” We drove to her home in relative silence and parked
outside the gate. It was a massive house so I could tell she was from money.

“What a day! Thank you KK.”

“How many times have you thanked me today? It’s no bother. Do you mind if I
get your numbers?” I hoped she’d give them to me so we could chat more.
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 “Hao akere you can get them from my personnel file or something.”

“Uh uh I don’t roll like that. I want you to give them to me voluntarily.”

“Of course give me your phone,” I gave her my phone and she put her numbers
in and dialled her number to get mine.

“Let me get your stuff from the boot.” I got out just as she did and handed her
the stuff.

“Let me know when you get home ok?” She says softly. I don’t think I’ve been
with anyone who’s asked to let them know when I get home. It felt…nice.

“Yep will text you when I get home.”

“And go to your home home not your office home okay?” She was very bossy
when she was comfortable clearly.

“You like giving me orders nhe.” I hugged her.

“Someone has to do it,” she smiled at me. Cheeky. As tempted as I was to kiss
her I kissed her on her forehead instead. She looked back and waved before the
gate closed.

Just then I got a text from Mel I had even forgotten about our arrangement.

Mel: Hey you still coming?

Me: Something came up. Will let you know when we can hook up again. Sorry.

Mel: No stress. Good night.

I got in my car and drove home. I couldn’t taint today’s experience with some
other woman in my arms. When I got to my lonely house I decided to take a
shower. I reflected on the day while showering and all thoughts gravitate
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 towards Lerato and Khumalo decided to get excited as well. He won’t be happy
with me if I don’t deal with these levels of arousal in my body.

Fuck it I took Khumalo into a tight fist. I started stroking my dick with long,
lingering strokes from the base to the tip. I ran my other hand over my balls
which felt so fucking heavy.

“Fuck,” I mutter as I picture how wet and slippery her pussy will be when I
eventually take her. I gripped Khumalo harder squeezing a bead of liquid from
the head and spreading it down my length. With a vision of her spread out
below me I pumped faster, longer, rougher. My dick was iron hard now as I
envisioned how many ways I could take her with her moaning my name like she
did when she took the sip of wine. Tension winds up in my legs and my thighs
tighten as I imagine making her come with my tongue on her. Like I’m about to
come. Fuck! I’m about to come so fucking hard because I want that. I want to be
the one giving her orgasm after orgasm. I want to be the man who turns her
inside and out with pleasure. I want to be the man she wants fiercely. A sharp
powerful climax thunders down my spine lighting me up as I come hard in my
hand. I breathe hard like I’ve been running as I clean myself up.

Once I’ve worn my sweatpants and walking downstairs to do some work I

realise I forgot to let her know I’m home safe.

Me: Home safe Miss Molemi. You are a revelation!

And I just came to thoughts of you I say loudly but definitely don’t text that. She
responds immediately.

Her: glad to hear it. Get into bed now and rest

Me: Miss bossy have an awesome night.

Her: you to KK.

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