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to know exactly what I’m getting myself into before I leap.
    He SMSes an emoticon of a sad face. Lesego feels quite pleased and asks:
    So what are your plans for today?
    To putter around this lonely house. You could rescue me . . .
    Why don’t you go to the movies? There are some great ones showing.
    I always go by myself. I want to go with someone for a change.
    She chuckles under her breath and responds:
    I’m sure Thandi’s available.
    Man! Are you sure YOU aren’t gay? You seem obsessed with her.
    Sorry!
    she responds and adds a cheeky emoticon.
    FCP!
    he zaps back at her, followed by three fuming emoticons.
    Let’s stop this before you really get angry. For some strange reason I enjoy talking to you and I’d like to go on doing that. Shall we say bye?
    He replies curtly:
    Yes. Later.
    She sits at her counter, cradling her cup of coffee with a silly grin on her face.
    * * *
    Tuesday morning arrives, and Lesego dresses with care: white linen suit with a frilly black blouse, black spike heels, black handbag, hair tied back, minimal make-up. She goes through her presentation once more, killing the nerves before she leaves for the Sefalana offices.
    The traffic is atrocious, and when she finally arrives at the funder’s offices, she races inside and gets directions to the boardroom from the security guard. She checks her watch; she has about twenty minutes, so she’ll be at least fifteen minutes early. What a relief!
    She comes out of the lift and walks right into a well-muscled chest. Strong arms reach out to catch her before she falls . . . Her entire body begins to tremble . . . For a moment she worries that she is becoming a bit of a slut, but then she looks up into a familiar face.
    â€œKenneth?” she says, incredulous.
    â€œLesego . . .” he gasps. “Wow, your ancestors must love me; they keep throwing you in my arms.” He stares at her with a pleased look that quickly changes to desire when she bites into her lower lip. He is compelled to bend over and get a taste. Their lips meet, and he is shocked by the longing he feels for her. It’s like coming home, like no sensation he has ever felt. If there were things like singing angels in real life, there would be some singing right now.
    Kenneth can’t stop himself; he wants another taste. He bends over again and plunders her mouth. She reaches up her arms and folds them around his neck, pulling his head lower, tighter against hers.
    Just as his hands reach for the small of her back to bring her right up against him, the reminder on her watch goes off and she breaks away. “I have to go, I have to go! I’m going to be late!”
    â€œOkay . . . all right . . .” he says with a frustrated sigh. “But this isn’t over. I’ll be calling you later.”
    She flashes him a cheeky and blisteringly hot look as she hurries down the passage. He leans against the wall, takes a deep breath to calm himself and then rushes down the hallway after her.
    Jane, the team assistant, shows Lesego to a waiting room.
    â€œThe review panel is running slightly late, but they should be done in about ten minutes,” she says. “Please take a seat and get your bearings. We’ll call you in as soon as we’re ready for you.”
    â€œThanks.” Lesego places her folder on the coffee table in front of her. She digs into her handbag for her mirror, looks at her face and sees that her lip gloss has been completely kissed off. She gives herself an embarrassed grin and digs into her handbag again. Luckily she doesn’t wear lipstick, otherwise it would have been smudged. She fans herself at the memory of the passionate kiss. Cheap hussy! she chides herself. You’ve only known the guy for two days and you’re already playing tonsil hockey.
    She applies her lip gloss, takes a deep, calming breath and gets her bearings . . .
    As she walks into the boardroom, Kenneth experiences intense