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a gentleman.”
    â€œI never said any such thing.”
    â€œLook, you could ask them to order another copy, but that would probably take a while, so it all depends on how desperately you want this book,” she says, cocking her hip to one side and placing her hand on it to draw his attention down her body once more.
    He takes a long breath, releases it and then says, “I want it fast, all right . . . Okay, but I would also have to ask you some questions.”
    â€œNo problem; whatever you need.”
    Lesego purses her lips and sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. His eyes seem to devour her and she suddenly feels the need to fan herself.
    â€œRight then, let’s begin,” he says.
    â€œFine. Are you a serial killer?”
    He bursts out laughing. “Are you serious? If I were, would I tell you? Wouldn’t you just find yourself at the receiving end of my torture tools?”
    â€œYou have torture tools?” she asks, widening her eyes in a mocking way.
    â€œDo I look like I have a need to torture women? No, I’m not a serial killer and I don’t have torture tools.”
    â€œDo you have your own place?”
    â€œWhat? This is ridiculous. Why are you asking these unrelated questions?” he asks, a little exasperated.
    In reply he gets another wide-eyed look, a slight shake of the head and a small shrug while the book is waved in his face.
    â€œOkay, fine – I own my own house.”
    â€œGood,” she says. “That means you’re gainfully employed, then?”
    He is about to argue that when she gives him the same mocking look.
    â€œYes, I am gainfully employed . . . Your turn now. Is there a history of mental illness in your family?”
    She smiles charmingly and says, “No.”
    â€œHave you ever stalked a man?”
    She raises her eyebrows and gives him an amused look. “No, I’ve never had the time.”
    â€œAre you gainfully employed?”
    â€œYes, I am gainfully employed.”
    â€œAre you looking to get married?”
    â€œNo, not any time soon; I have too much to achieve and a husband might hold me back.”
    He cocks his head, surprised at her answer. “How old are you?”
    â€œI could be a typical female and lie, but I think the age thing is a lot of bull. I’m twenty-nine.”
    â€œYou’re very interesting. Can I have your number?”
    â€œSure. Give me your phone.”
    He hands it to her, and while putting in her details, she says, “I won’t ask for yours. So, I leave the ball in your court, sir. Then you have the opportunity to chicken out.”
    â€œWho says I’ll do that?”
    â€œYou’re a man. You’re probably involved and you’re probably afraid of strong women. So, it computes.”
    â€œWow, you’re quite cheeky.”
    â€œSaid the kettle to the pot. What’s your name, by the way?”
    â€œKenneth,” he says, extending his hand.
    When their hands clasp, they both gasp as an electric shock of excitement travels through their arms and settles firmly in their groins. They both swallow, they both lick their lips.
    â€œKenny, did you find . . . Oh, sorry.” Their reverie is interrupted by a pretty woman who flashes a brittle smile at Lesego. “Who’s this?”
    â€œThis is Lesego; Lesego, meet Thandi.”
    The women nod at each other.
    Then Lesego coos, “I have to go,” flashing a smug look at him that says, “Was I right, or was I right?” He gives her a confused look and is about to tell her that she is wrong, when Thandi’s red nails clasp his arm and she cuddles up close to him, batting her eyelashes.
    Lesego laughs at Kenneth, causing Thandi to clench her jaw in irritation, wondering if she is laughing at her. “Sorry, private joke. Your move,” Lesego says to Kenneth and gives him a wink. “Nice to meet you,” she bids Thandi farewell and walks off.
    She looks