“Now I see where you came up with your outlandish assumption.”
His voice caused her to stop digging in her purse for her keys and returned her gaze to him.
“May I?” He gestured toward the drawing.
She nodded, and he removed the tack that held it to the corkboard. She watched as he sauntered toward her. He stood before her. Any closer and his body would touch hers. She moved back, but he moved closer, until she was backed up against the Smart Board. Itohan decided right there and then, she was having a heart attack.
He stared down at her and she accepted his challenge holding his gaze. A vision of him taking her to the morgue because she’d died under the intensity of his gaze flashed through her mind. That could not and would not be her portion, so taking him on wasn’t in her best interest. He was testing her, and she was bound to lose. She should be running and not entering the ring with him. Warning alarms went off in her head. This was a dangerous game, so she gave in. With nowhere else to go, she stepped aside.
“Did that feel like I play for the other team?”
She was stuck. When she told her brother the story, he told her she had inadvertently questioned Osaro’s manhood. Right now, he was trying to prove a point and with the way her breath caught in her chest, he had accomplished his goal.
He bent down, putting his ear at the level of her mouth. “I didn’t hear you, Ms. Adolo.” His tone demanded an answer.
“No,” she whispered.