Mrs. Taylor sat patiently waiting for her boss to arrive. She had been waiting endlessly for him. He had told her to see him after that day's work. She was sitting on one of his luxury sofa chair in his duplex. She found it odd that her boss was a lover of dark shades of colour. His maids protested when she advised them to open up the curtains to allow the rays of light into the house. Her boss Mr. Alba was a short man who was also fat. He owned houses and quite a lot of factories. Everyone knew that he was a cassanova, that he could have whatever type of woman he wanted. He easily flirted with young women as he unashamedly and publicly languish his money on them. He never, however, did all these with Mrs. Taylor. He respected her and secretly wanted her for himself. So, he thought to call her over and rub minds with her. Probably, she would see things his way.
He was obviously a married with three lovely children. They were all grown up already in college. He had a house built for them as they lived far away from him. He also had many children outside his marital life, he proudly took it up to cater for them all as he was capable. His wife knew the escapades of his wife yet she stayed with him, they had both accepted that this was who Mr. Alba was meant to be.
A maid dressed in black and white brought in a cup of tea for Mrs. Taylor as she sat impatiently. "Thank you." She said as she received the tea from the maid.
"When is he coming?" She asked the maid. It was rather rather late, the sun was already setting. Her children were already home, they were probably hungry and tired of eating the same food as of the previous day.
"He will be out soon." The maid in neat cornrows answered her warmly. One could tell from her face that she was in her middle twenties, her stomach was also slightly bulged.
Mrs. Taylor nodded as she clasped her hands around the ceramic cup. The heat greeted her face as she looked into the tea. It had a black look, was it black coffee? She couldn't tell. She couldn't even bring herself to sip its contents. After several seconds, Mr. Alba came out from a room from the side, freshly bathed. A white, fluffy towel was tied below his potted stomach. At his side was another maid reaching out to hand him a light, thin cotton robe. Mrs. Taylor scoffed when she saw him. She stood up as she placed the cup of tea on the stool close to her.
"Please, sit down. You don't need to stand." He said to her as he wore his cotton robe then dismissed the fair maiden with the wave of his hand.
She was taller than him that Mr. Alba thought she was looking down on him like as if he was her child. He stood for a moment as the other maid left the room to them. Then, Mrs Taylor noticed how he looked at her as his eyes seem to peel off every piece of clothe of what she wore. She grimaced as she watched his expression, then she folded her arms across her chest, hugging herself. He cleared his throat then came to sit beside her.
"Mrs. Taylor." He started. "As you know, in this life, opportunity comes once in a while." His hands were clasped tightly together.
"I don't understand you sir." She admitted sincerely.
"Well, I'll be sincere with you. You're not a woman of lengthy words so I shouldn't beat around the bush." A light laugh bubbled from his throat.
"I'll love to take care of you and your children Mrs. Taylor." He bursted.
Mrs. Taylor scoffed, she had feigned ignorance all this time. So this was it, the higher pay, the favourable sides and the call to his home.
"You want to take care of me?" She put in. "And my children?" She finished for him.
"Why be so surprised? I give you my word, I am one to keep my word. We both know you have no husband, you sometimes try to cater for you and your children and I'm mortified at how stressed you have become. Let me be the one to soothe your heart aches and relieve you of your worries."
She laughed. "As my boss, you have done more than enough as long as I get my pay on time." She said to him.
"Why are you acting like you do not understand me." He sighed then he moved closer to her, caressing her clothed thigh. When she felt the touch, she smacked his hand off her leg.
"Don't be so naive, you're already a mother........." He was interrupted as she stood up.
"So, get to the point." the pitch of her voice had gone higher.
"What's there to say?" He asked, pissed as he looked up at her. "Please, sit down Mrs Taylor, we can clearly talk this through." He was trying to calm his nerves.
She didn't comply. "I do not need your help sir. I'm happy with my job, everyone is happy." Her face spoke more than enough.
"I didn't say anything about work." He whined, irritated by her attitude. "See, Mrs Taylor, I like you a lot. And I want to change your life, what's there to even accept me?"
""I do not want your "help" sir. The job is more than enough." She stressed.
He stood up, tired of dragging the issue further. His hands dipped into the pockets of the robe he wore. "I thought we could get along Mrs Taylor, but I was wrong."
"Thank you." She said out flatly clearly disgusted by what he was offering her.
"I want you Mrs Taylor and no other. I want no other."
She scoffed at that. "This is funny to me sir. I thought I had no part in your favorite life."
"It's now ours. I'll like us to be together come thin or thick." He told her.
"If we're done here. I think I'll take my leave." She turned and walked to the door.
"If you leave here, forget about your job."
She stopped and swirled round to look at him. "I thought this had no business in my job. Or, are you threatening me?"
"I mean it Mrs. Taylor." He stated.
She frowned at that. "That still wouldn't make me stay." She pulled the door open.
"Mrs Taylor?" He called. She walked out, slamming the door behind her.