"You are some piece of work do you know that?" She said.
"I've been told the same about you."
Mandisa corked her head to the left. "You've been asking about me?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "Of course you have. How else would you know about me or where I stay? What else have you been asking about?"
Wouldn't you like to know…Tebogo thought to say but changed his mind and said instead, "Whether you are any good in bed."
Mandisa face colored with shock then she clenched her teeth stubbornly.
"I don't see how that is any of your business."
It wasn't any of his business and he didn't really care except he loved pushing her buttons. It was a lot of fun. More fun than he had had in a long time.
"I'm just curious sweetheart. Are you as feisty as you are in arguing or are you one of those woman who just lay there and let the man do all the work?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She said using the words he had thought of earlier. To him they were a challenge he couldn't refuse. He stood up from the couch and made his way to her. He dropped his eyes to her lips for a second then raised them to her eyes. That was warning enough to his intention and to spring her into action.
"You win!" She screamed. "I'll wash your damn shirt." She said and quickly fetched it from the hall way and went straight to the kitchen without saying a word. Tebogo smiled delightedly. Oh, how he loved getting his way. He sat back down on the couch and enjoyed her glass of wine. In the kitchen the poor washing machine got a beating of its life as Mandisa opened it, dumped his shirt inside and press the necessary buttons. Tebogo felt sorry for the machine but better it than him although he would let her press his buttons any time if he could get to kiss her lips just once… Tebogo sat up straight with a frown on his face. He didn't know where that thought had came from but the minute it was in his head he knew it was true. He wanted to kiss her, not just to irritate her but to satisfy his craving for her. He wanted to taste her lips; had wanted to do that from the moment he had caught her staring at him at the restaurant.
"Would you like something to drink?" Mandisa asked returning from the kitchen. "Oh." She said when she saw he had already helped himself.