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Mushy romantic excerpt ...I am writing
“Can I come in?” Nnamdi questioned, reclining on the door frame. Onome stepped away from the door, holding her breath as his tall powerful frame strutted into her hotel room.
“Did we get the account?” Onome asked nervously. She scrubbed her sweaty palms over her bright green cotton shorts. He hesitated, his facial expression serious. Onome’s heart sank. She had let him down, let the bank down. Her stomach knotted with trepidation.
“We… we didn’t get it?” she mumbled hesitantly. His lips twitched momentarily, then cracked into a disarming smile.
“Congrats Onome, you have brought in your first account.”
“Oh, my God!” Onome exclaimed, jumping in delight. “I have been so anxious, Oh, my God!” Nnamdi opened his arms. Without a thought, she ran into his outstretched arms, wrapping her arms around him. He lifted her, twirled her around briefly before dropping her.
“I’m so proud of you, Onome.” His deep baritone, resonated within her.
“Thank you for letting me do this. I have actually missed doing this, hustling for accounts.”
They stood that way, locked in each other’s arms as moments ticked by, neither of them making any move to break the connection. Slowly, the atmosphere between then shifted from elation to sensual awareness. Their eyes locked. His brown eyes, darkened now, dipped to her lips.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he murmured. He sounded as if he was warning her, giving her a chance to back away from him. Onome had no such desire. She had dreamt of kissing him countless times, been consumed with the desire to feel his full lips glide over hers, spent nights wondering if he kissed softly and sweetly or if he plunged in, hard and rough, taking, demanding⎯
Before she could complete that trend of thought, his mouth descended on hers.
“Did we get the account?” Onome asked nervously. She scrubbed her sweaty palms over her bright green cotton shorts. He hesitated, his facial expression serious. Onome’s heart sank. She had let him down, let the bank down. Her stomach knotted with trepidation.
“We… we didn’t get it?” she mumbled hesitantly. His lips twitched momentarily, then cracked into a disarming smile.
“Congrats Onome, you have brought in your first account.”
“Oh, my God!” Onome exclaimed, jumping in delight. “I have been so anxious, Oh, my God!” Nnamdi opened his arms. Without a thought, she ran into his outstretched arms, wrapping her arms around him. He lifted her, twirled her around briefly before dropping her.
“I’m so proud of you, Onome.” His deep baritone, resonated within her.
“Thank you for letting me do this. I have actually missed doing this, hustling for accounts.”
They stood that way, locked in each other’s arms as moments ticked by, neither of them making any move to break the connection. Slowly, the atmosphere between then shifted from elation to sensual awareness. Their eyes locked. His brown eyes, darkened now, dipped to her lips.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he murmured. He sounded as if he was warning her, giving her a chance to back away from him. Onome had no such desire. She had dreamt of kissing him countless times, been consumed with the desire to feel his full lips glide over hers, spent nights wondering if he kissed softly and sweetly or if he plunged in, hard and rough, taking, demanding⎯
Before she could complete that trend of thought, his mouth descended on hers.
