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aisle, a title catches her eye: The History of the Batswana . Yes! she thinks as she reaches out for it – at the same time as a well-manicured, masculine hand reaches for it. They pull the book out together and turn to look at each other while still holding on to it.
    When their eyes meet, they both feel an electric shock going through their system. The two stare at each other for a few moments, looking each other up and down. Lesego’s gaze has the highest to go – she sees a fine specimen of masculinity: the most soulful hazel-brown eyes, set in a well-chiselled face, a long, well-shaped nose and the most luscious lips ever to be placed on a man, together with her favourite – a goatee. Eish, she thinks to herself, if it gets better than this, I’m going to turn into a hussy and get the brother’s details. Her gaze travels down unashamedly over a gracefully masculine neck with a small Adam’s apple, broad and muscled shoulders in a T-shirt that clings to well-developed pecs and a six-pack to die for.
    God is great! Your wonders amaze, oh Lord, you are worthy of praise! Lesego continues to exult to herself as her gaze continues down to what looks like . . . Oops! This has gone too far, girl! she reprimands herself in her thoughts. The brother has a face, and what a face. We must do this journey again, from the bottom up . . . Oh, what a ride!
    At the same time, Kenneth is doing his own checking out and his thoughts are also running riot . . . Perfect skin, caramel brown, a high forehead – a sign of intelligence; please God, say it’s so! Thick eyebrows over beautiful, large chocolate-brown eyes framed with the longest lashes he has ever seen. A dainty nose, high cheekbones, a wide and totally kissable mouth, a small chin and long, thin neck that flows into delicate, uncovered shoulders above a generous chest exposed to perfection with a heart-shaped bustier-type cotton top in a yellow that offsets her complexion – NO BRA!
    Lord have mercy on the weak! Kenneth gasps to himself as he swallows hard. His gaze continues over a flat stomach with just a bit of skin showing over the top of her tight blue jeans that show off her shapely and well-rounded hips above firm thighs . . . Then he forces his gaze back up again.
    They both realise they have been unabashedly checking each other out and instead of being embarrassed, the two give each other a cheeky grin.
    â€œSo, how are we to settle this?” he asks her flirtatiously.
    â€œYou could be a gentleman and just let me have it,” she responds.
    Eyebrows slightly raised, but seriously tickled, he responds with a naughty smile. “Well, normally I am a gentleman, but I really need this, so I think you should let me have it.”
    They both flush with desire and their eyes begin to glaze over. Their breathing becomes erratic while they stare at each other’s lips as they speak.
    Lesego shakes her head to clear the haze. They are practically engaged in mild foreplay right here in the middle of a bookshop, for heaven’s sake. “Okay,” she says, “what must I do to get you to let me have the book?”
    Slightly disappointed that she has become all serious, he says, “Well, this is the last copy and I honestly think I need it more than you. But I can let you have it if you promise to let me borrow it when you’re done.”
    â€œBut we hardly know each other; how do I . . . ? Oh, okay, you want my number,” she says with another cheeky grin. “You could’ve just asked. Anyway, I would’ve found a way to get yours.”
    His eyebrows shoot up – he’s obviously impressed with her boldness.
    â€œI just have a series of questions I’d like you to answer before I give you my number,” she continues. “If you answer reasonably, I’ll hand it over gladly.”
    â€œWhat? An interview? You must be kidding.”
    â€œHey, you’re the one who said you were