Chapter 7: Break Room Heat
I sit for my desk, ready to run. But Fisayo just dial my extension.
“Come inside, make we discuss this project plan.”
I carry my folder, knock for him door. Before I fit talk, the door open, strong hand drag me inside. Fisayo pin me for door, kiss me scatter. At first I dodge, push am. But as that feeling enter, I just surrender, folder drop for ground. Fisayo just carry me, kick break room door open.
I pause, dey look door, dey pray say nobody go waka enter now. White shirt, suit trouser, everything land for floor. E voice low, dey tease me from back: “You no expect office play today, abi?”
……
I no go ever fit look him window or desk the same way again. Outside, neon lights dey blink. Night don land before I know. Fisayo, see as you do me, I say I come do overtime!
He come out from shower, water still dey drip for chest. All the marks wey I give am still dey show.
“The amala joint downstairs dey okay. Make I buy you food.”
I pick my scatter-scatter folder from floor.
“I no hungry.”
As I talk am, my belle make loud noise.
Fisayo just laugh.
“Abeg, both of us work hard today.”
“……”
Redefine waiting dey call ‘overtime’.
As I sidon dey catch my breath, I just dey thank God say no CCTV for that break room. Na so person fit lose job for small pleasure. My belle dey rumble, I dey vex say my own body dey always expose me—man no fit form strong face reach as e think.