Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20
Knocking on the gates of Katelyn’s house, I waited for a long time wondering why the gate keeper was delaying.
After a while, just when I was about to make a call to Katelyn, the door opened and the gate keeper, squinted his eyes at me.
” Wetin you want?”
I studied him. He was in his late forties with a uniform that makes you think of a civil defense officer only he looked careless with the way he dresses.
” I’m the new lesson teacher. Katelyn’s private tutor,” I explained.
He raised an eyebrow. ” Oga and madam no talk anything about any private lesson teacher o. Sha I don see you for here yesterday, na today you go start work?”
I told him yes and he ushered me in, watching me with suspicion. I didn’t know why but I was certain he wasn’t comfortable with my looks. There was no doubt I dressed like a modest teacher with my shoulder bag, my checked long sleeve shirt well ironed with a matching black tie. He still didn’t like me.
Oh well, I wasn’t coming here for him anyway. I marched up towards the door aware he was watching me.
Knocking on the door, I waited for Katelyn to open up.
” Come in,” a voice answered from the stairs.
That must be Katelyn. I pushed opened the door and stepped in. Here I go.
The sitting room was alive with the television casting a live show. I recognized the show. It was a reality TV show which have been going on for the past few months.
Big Brother Naija.
Returning my focus back into the room, I searched for Katelyn but I didn’t see her. ” Umm… Katelyn? I’m here now. Where are you?”
I heard footsteps moving down the stairs. When I looked up, I was struck with shock.
She came down gracefully with ease and confidence. When she’s descended down the stairs, she stood in my front.
I didn’t recognize her. She wore a pink bum short that gripped her curves and exposed her creamy thighs. I stared at her knees. They were lovely knees and they matched her skin color perfectly. My eyes ran up to her red top which showed the top of her breasts in a way that would make any man go bananas. Her hair was done up in a cute ponytail and her eyes glittered like the night’s sky. I stared at her lips. She’d took the trouble of applying a lipgloss which gave her lips that kissable look that any girl would be proud to own.
She stood there, watching me, a fixed shy smile on her lips. She bent her head and tried to meet my eyes. ” Good afternoon Mr Adam.”
I stared at her, not knowing how long I stared but long enough for me to take into view of what she’d laid out for me to see.
She’d dressed for me. Why? Could it be….was that why she wanted this private lesson?
I stared at for a while then my hands balled into fists and my eyebrows were drawn down to a frown.