FATAL ATTRACTION

I hate selecting people to interview, it means staring at CV's and some are just a pure waste of time. The nerve people have to send a CV with no necessary qualifications for this junior finance analyst position. I'm here with Lungelo , our financial analyst. However , we're both here at 18:52 scrolling through this bunch because the interviews should've started today but we were both procrastinating , we honestly thought we'll easily find a fitting candidate , I mean there are so many unemployed graduates or so we thought. I get up from the chair I've been pasted on for hours to get some food from my bag , it is my leftover lunch , thank God I didn't have much appetite early on I'm farmished now. "Lungelo" I call out after plunging on the couch , I'm not going back that table. It's getting dark too and I don't like driving when it's dark , my mom always preaches that "Don't ever drive in the dark , you might find yourself caught up in it" all the time whenever we head back home. "What Amelia?" This one is cheeky. "I don't like driving in the dark" I say before taking two bites of my triple-decker pizza. "you think I might care about your dislikes rn?" he spins to face me in his chair, he's very rude but very neat. He has his shirt rolled up in his sleeves and the tie is loosened with the shirt unbuttoned on 2 buttons. "I don't care if you don't care but I'm going home after eating, you'll continue alone" I honestly don't know why he has to be rude. "You're crazy if you think you're going to leave me here, to do all this alone" he stands up as he says this, heading to me. "well I don't know what else you know about me, but you got the craziness right," I say and flash a smile. He seems rather tired than the irritated look he's tryna go for. "Okay cool, let me pack up all these CVs and we're going to your place, next time learn a better way to invite people into your house" I roll my eyes at what he just said. Arrogant much, I would never invite this bastard into my house. However, I gulp down the remaining drop of my drink and get up to pack my bag and the box. On my way out, I throw the box in the big trashcan there by Lerato post. Oh, Lerato is a receptionist. "I will be driving right behind you, take these with you," he said handing to me the Cvs that we haven't checked yet. On the other hand, he has the two cvs of the candidates that met the minimum requirements. I take them and get into my little Kia Picanto. I stop by the garage first to fill my tank and buy a few snacks inside before driving away. Lungelo is still behind me, at the garage he had to wait and now I'm taking him to a McDonald's drive-thru I want McNuggets A caramel frappe, and maybe 2 burgers with some onion rings. We finally get to my house after a whole hour when I just live 40 mins away. He parks right behind my car, I'll make him move it. I get my food and get out of my car before locking it. I notice he also has a McDonald's bag when he gets out of his car carrying it. He's about to lock his car when I tell him he can't park here. "WhAm am I not with a resident?" "Being with me here doesn't also mean you live here, you are an unregistered visitor, you might even get arrested for being here when you didn't pass by security, and you also have to buzz before I let you up my apartment." "That seems like a long procedure" "I'm sorry I don't make the rules, would like me to warm up your food in the meantime?" I can't even contain the smile burning me, infact I want to laugh because he can come up with me but he's always rude so imma let him work out a bit. He hands me his food irritated before unlocking his car and slamming the door after getting in. I also didn't tell him my apartment number, great! I never leave with my key, I always keep it in the flowerpot next to my door, I wouldn't want to lose it. I place all our food in my little round tray and throw it in the microwave to heat up for only 60 seconds. I go up to my room to quickly freshen up and slip into my short silk pj's, I do two bantu knots on my hair and throw in a silk hair wrap to preserve the oils I just applied. I grab my gown and head downstairs. I can hear my phone ringing from the top of the stairs so I run down and answer it, it's Lungelo. "What?" "you love irritating me Amelia, this security says I didn't have to come down when I was already with you" "Are you calling to tell me that?" "no I want your apartment number, apparently I'm supposed to give your name and apartment number" "B121" "why did you make me-" I hang up, I'm hungry. I wash my hands before handling our food. I look at the frappe and I'm no longer craving it, I want my Merlot baby. I get my food and leave Lungelo's in the microwave. I pour a glass of Merlot and gulp it down before pouring another one and putting it next to my food on my tray, I take the tray to the dining table and turn on the TV but turn it off when I don't find anything interesting to watch, so I just connect my phone and play music. Lungelo is taking long, I'm even done eating but he's still not here, I'll continue without him. Three more glasses of wine later, that's when Lungelo knocks on my door, took him long enough. I'm already feeling a bit tipsy, I shouldn't have gone so hard on Merlot, especially when I know very well that I quickly get drunk. I dread getting up but I do get up to walk to the door and open it. "Took you long enough," I say, before moving from the door to let him in. "those f*****g elevators are useless if they ain't going to work full time, I had to use the stairs," he says plunging into my couch. "your food has gone cold already, want me to warm it up?" I offer because I'm a kind and considerate person. "Nah, you've made me lose my appetite." Me? How? "oh please, don't blame me for the little exercise. Can we just get on with work?" I say, mentally rolling my eyes. I get the Cvs from my bag and throw them on my coffee table. Lungelo looks at me shocked. I wonder why. "You didn't go through any? You could've lessened the work instead of getting drunk," he says as if he just read my mind. "Firstly, we're supposed to do this together and secondly this is my house, I can do whatever fuckery I want," I say before pouring the last bit of wine into my glass and settling not too far from him on the couch. "Thirdly?" he asks tilting his head to the left and raising an eyebrow. I don't know if I've seen this view of him before but damn it looks hot, highly hot. I take in his features as he stares back at me. "Okay I'll take that as a 'there's no third law" his voice brings me back to reality, I don't know if it's this wine or just the hoe side of me getting aroused besides I don't usually have a man in my apartment unless if it's Nicole, the creamy bastard who's my buddy. He rummages through the documents while I sit back quietly and have my wine while scrutinizing him. "You know I can feel your eyes on me, what? are you thinking of ways to kill me and bury me in your backyard? Oh s**t, you don't have a backyard" he laughs at his stupid joke. "I have a basement where I could take you and bury you between my thighs before placing you in my freezer, you could literally be my f*****g pet" I smile when I read his taken-aback expression. "You shouldn't have had so much wine, now it's getting to your head and v****a" he shakes his head in disapproval. "yeah that's true 'cause now I wish it was you in my v****a rather than the wine...but what can I say, life doesn't always give one the best deals," I say, releasing a sigh on the process. "f**k Amelia, that escalated too quick, don't you think?" he asks, I'd admit if I weren't so horny and needy right now. "All I'm thinking about now is f*****g, are you up for it?" I have to admit it myself, that's a bit bold. "Of course not, we're colleagues and it's against the rules," he says grabbing another cv to look at. "So would you f**k me if we weren't colleagues?" I can't believe I'm so bold, my mom must be hearing up in her grave hearing her only daughter talking like this. "Yes, I mean no, Amelia I'm a man don't do this to me-..." and then he purses his lips as if to stop himself from saying more. That's it, my green flag, my go card. I roughly take away the cv he's paging through and throw it to the table. I get close and get on top of him, he looks shocked but doesn't say anything. "Let's have a deal-" he cuts me off by saying "Amelia, we came here to work or is this what you called me here for?" he says this but his hands wrap around my waist so well. "No, but then what a girl gotta do to get you working on me?" my bitchy self is offering her horny self to an arrogant colleague. I'm sure I'm gonna regret this, but that doesn't hinder me from moving his right hand to cup my breast while slowly grinding on him. Girls need love too plays on my erotic mind and it doesn't help that my mind movie features him as the man giving me some loving, it's been a long since I rode some d**k. "Amelia..." his voice has got down a notch and is much huskier. He keeps on rubbing my breast while also looking straight at it. "We f**k this once, no strings attach and we don't tell anyone, how bad could that be?" He accepts my lips when I kiss him while he's nodding to God knows what. Oh, it's my lucky day, I can feel his d**k expanding under me and I can't wait for it to rip me apart. I moan in his mouth when his left-hand moves to invade my silk shorts, and god it feels so good. I am Amelia Leanuh Wrights, 33 Lungelo Dikana. This is FATAL ATTRACTION. WRITTEN BY M.S.A NDLOVU.