Enticed - Season 1 - Episode 69

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Enticed - Season 1 - Episode 69

Mr. Zanindi: which company

Me: Sindia Express… she is my secretary
He widened his already huge eyes and looked back into the house.

Mr. Zanindi: alright… but bring her home before 2230 or else I am calling the police…

Me: you have my word
I turned around in excitement and looked at her then winked.

Me: Mrs. Zanindi…. May we go?
I said trying to sound professional

Fadz: bye dad
She walked with me to the car as soon as we were inside the car I laughed and she smacked my arm.

Me: man your father is scary

Fadz: hey… that’s my dad you are talking about.

Me: I thought you didn’t want to go

Fadz: well I just didn’t know which excuse to use. you are not going to bring me home at 2230 are you?

Me: no…

I looked at her then we both laughed. Then I looked at her baggy jeans. The shops were closed at this time and I really couldn’t appear at the house with a girl wearing baggy jeans and a golf t-shirt while I am dressed in a an expensive suit. I texted Trisha to meet me at her house.

Trisha: what’s the emergency?

She got off her Porsh and looking a bit worried. As usual she was looking flawless in a blue sleeveless dinner dress with killer heels and perfect make up.

Me: you looking great

Trisha: thanks, you look good too in that white suit. but I am quite sure that you didn’t text me here for that.

Me: yes I am borrowing one of your dresses.

Trisha: dresses?

Me: yes dresses

Her passenger door opened and Tracy got off in a red short pencil dress.

Tracy: you want to look like a lady for one night Zenzie

She teased and I just frowned. I got a little closer to Trisha

Me: my guess is having a little bit of a dressing problem.

She raised her eyebrows in shock.

Trisha: your guest… where is she?

Me: in the car… let me go get her
I went back to the car.

Fadz: exactly what are we doing here?

Me: you are going to dress up…

Fadz: of course… I didn’t think I was going to show up at a fancy dance dressed like this.
She laughed but didn’t move.

Me: let’s go.

Fadz: who are the ladies… your fashion advisors?

Me: no… my sister in law and her friend

Fadz: oh dear… you called your family to help me with my dressing


Me: I don’t want to argue the time is up…

Fadz: well I am ready to argue

Me: ok then argue, but make sure you hold your smart mouth when talking her
I said then carried her out. She quickly wriggled off me