She Took A Risk That Changed Her Life Forever

Chapter 3

Monday morning, I miss home already. Anyways, I need to submit signed invoices to the bank so that they can pay the workshop for fixing ambulances. We have a tender for fixing government cars: ambulances, Correctional Service, Roads Department, SAPS, and Department of Justice vehicles. So now I’m busy scanning them.

Wait! I know that scent. As I turn around because my back is facing the entrance, WTF! What is he doing here? This guy is crazy; that’s creepy, you know.

“Trish, I was expecting your call or w******p for the whole weekend,” he says, looking kinda sad, I guess.

I don’t know what happened to that business card; maybe it is somewhere in the bag. I didn’t even check it. Well, I don’t care about this guy; he just wants to shag me and move on. Who does he think he is? Just because he drives a Porsche, he thinks he can get any girl that he wants. But, not with me.

“Hi, how can I help you, bro?” I say with my gap smile.

“Lisa, just one dinner on your terms then I swear I won’t bother you again, and you can choose any restaurant you like,” he says.

Taking a big sigh. Oh, no, I’m about to betray myself right now.

“Okay, one dinner, then you stop coming to my workplace,” I say, annoyed AF.

“Thank you. Can I have your numbers so that I can call you to find out when you're ready?” he says with a big smile like he just achieved something big. Oh, by the way, he has a beautiful smile.

“Okay, 065… 897…” me.

“Thank you so much, Trish. I’ll see you later then. By the way, I like your new hairstyle; you look more beautiful,” he says. I'm blushing. b***h, stop!

“Okay, thank you. If you don’t mind, I have to submit these documents,” I say as I go back to my desk to sit down.

“Okay, sharp,” he walks out of the office.

“CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU, YOU REALLY MADE MY DAY. CAN I CALL YOU? I JUST WANNA HEAR YOUR SWEET VOICE,” w******p text from him. mmm this guy.

“NO, I’M BUSY,” me replying to his text.

I’m not looking forward to seeing this guy. I have a feeling that he’s arrogant and he’ll be bragging about his Porsche and businesses. Lord. I don’t even know which restaurant I should choose, don’t know what I should wear. I’ve never gone on a dinner date; this is new to me ai. Let me tell Teresa about this guy.

“Friend, I’M GOING ON A DINNER DATE WITH SOME i***t. WHAT SHOULD I WEAR?” I text her. Then she calls; really, this woman.

“Okay, where did you meet? What’s his name? Where does he stay? Is he chubby? I know you like them chubby,” Teresai says.

“His name is Sean, I think. I didn’t ask him; we met here at work. He was pestering me about having my numbers and taking me out for lunch or dinner since last week, so I ended up saying yes,” I say, trying to explain to her.

“Oh, okay. Wear something nice: a dress and heels. Makeup shouldn’t be too much, and your killer gap smile. Please do send me your live location; I don't want any mistakes.” Teresa is very overprotective; she’s been more like a sister than a friend. She’s that person I can count on, and she's like the pages of my diary, that one.

“Okay then, I just didn’t know what to wear, hey,” I say.

“Do you have his picture?” she asks.

“I’ll send you his profile picture. He’s handsome, I must say,” I say.

“Friend, I have to go now; I have a meeting in 10 minutes. I’ll call you later. Love you,” she says. I said my goodbyes and hung up.

Well, let me go back to work. Today it’s a very busy day; 7 ambulances just arrived so I’m busy with a few calls for quotations. That’s what I hate when government cars need to be fixed; we must work our butts off. Ai.

I texted him to come and fetch me around 19:00 PM and we're going to Westgate Mall, Trumpet’s restaurant. At least it’s not far from home; it’s about a 15-minute drive, so if anything happens, I can call Natasha or Teresa to come and fetch me, or I'll request a cab.

Whew! It’s 18:30 PM, still busy with my makeup. I’m wearing a dusty pink body con dress; it’s a bit above my knees. It shows off my curves and fat arse. I'm going to break it with navy blue block heels and my straight-up hairstyle. I’m simple but very nice with my stud earrings.

18:45 PM, he’s calling.

“Lisa, please send me your location or address. I’m about to leave the hotel now in Krugersdorp,” speaking in Zulu. Sounds like he’s starting his car.

“Okay,” I say and hang up. Wait, wait, did he just say “hotel”? I wonder where this i***t live? I wonder.

“I’M SURPRISED THAT YOU DIDN'T OBJECT THAT I ASKED YOU YOUR ADDRESS. I LIKE THAT SOFT PERSON IN YOU,” his text after sending him my address.

“I CAN CHANGE MY MIND YOU KNOW, COZ I CAN SEE THAT YOU'RE TOO FORWARD,” replying to his stupid text.

“OKAY I’M SORRY. I’M APPROACHING your place now NOW; I’LL BE THERE IN 5 MINUTES,” him.

He’s outside. I’m nervous, I don’t know why. I’m walking slowly like I’m having second thoughts about this date. I’m about to approach him; he’s standing outside the passenger door. I guess he’s waiting to open the door for me. Mmm, a gentleman, I can say. He’s wearing grey formal trousers with a sky-blue shirt; the first three buttons of the shirt are open. I can see his neck and he’s wearing a thin gold necklace and a gold wristwatch. Also, he’s wearing all-white Converse; they look so white, like they are new. The cologne, Jesus! He’s staring at me as if he’s about to eat me alive. Wait, whaaaaat? Yay, he’s driving a white Mercedes G-Class. Now I’m getting worried or scared; what if he’s a pimp and going to abduct me for human trafficking? My knees are shaking now, but I keep walking towards him, having a silent prayer for protection.