THE LOVE STRUCK BIMBO

                                         EPISODE 3

Osaro slowly walked towards the gate and back to his car. His face bore a lustrous expression with a hint of doubt. He made his way back into the hotel lobby thinking if it was ''Nma'' he just encountered. Sweeping the thoughts away, he rejoined his friends

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Purple, going through the pictures from Saturday's shoot was impressed. Mike had sent her some of the footage from the shoot and she was pleased with the job he was doing.One thing she had in common with Mike was his ability to deliver hundred percent at all time. A smile played on her face as she remembered how they met. 

She met him at a fashion show organized by one of the clothing line she worked for. His dedication to work even when others played at the shoot attracted her to him and after a slight misunderstanding with one of his camera men, they became best buddies.

Life had a funny way of making handwork and effort pay of. In a space of one year he had climbed the ladder of the creative industry and every one sought the portrait with his ''M.O'' initials. He had a way of creating stories with every image he captured.

She exhaled deeply after going through the last video. Almost immediately her mind drifted to Sarah. She reminded her every bit of a sister she never had. Her pieces were amazing and fashionable which mocks her personality. One would think someone else designs while she sews the dresses. Her dressing and demeanor doesn't match that of a designer. But then again, you can't judge a book by it's cover.

A knock on the door jolted her out of her thoughts. ''come in''.

The door creaked open and a tall slender lady stood behind the door.Hair rolled up in a loose bun, her figure almost unseen from the free floral dress she wore.

''Mr Mike is here'', she said with a roguish smile.

''Let him in''.

Mike always showed up without an appointment which screamed the fact that he was more of a friend than a business associate. His spontaneity was typical of an artistic fellow which he was an embodiment of. The door flung open without a knock almost immediately the secretary shut it. 

''I bet you followed her even after she asked you to wait at the reception''

''Protocols are not my thing'', Mike said crossing his legs. 

''You have quite a charm on her, or may I say on every lady''

''That makes you about the only lady immune to my charms, but then again I can't say I understand what you mean by 'Charms' '', he said feigning modesty. 

Mike she was sure wasn't oblivious of his good looks. He was the perfect definition of the ''Ladies man''. The white shirt he wore emphasized his broad shoulders, showing off his muscles. He had a beautifully sculpted form. Lean thighs and a muscular calves which made his black trousers stretch perfectly on the hard rock lobes of his buttocks. His rough shave made him look every inch handsome. 

She gulped the tepid water smiling at him while walking back to her seat. 

''I came to talk to you about Sarah '', he blurred dismissing her split second admiration.

''What ever happened to phone calls''? He hesitated a bit, ''It's not a phone conversation my dear''.

''I had to speak to you face to face'', he finished. 

She adjusted and swung her chair in an anti clock wise direction.

''What is it?''

Mike, looking at silver wall clock as though avoiding Purple's gaze ''I'm attracted to her, even though she looks rather frigid but she is an art to be discovered''.

Cold shivers ran down her spin. The lump in her throat made her unable to speak. It seemed like whenever she wanted to forget about her past, something always found a way of reminding her the painful ordeals she had faced. Obiorah was so hard to forget. Over the years she had bottled up a lot in a bid to move on and leave the past to where it belonged.........the past. 

Th words ''I'm attracted to her'' sent thousands of raving sea waves to her heart. The buzzing of her phone and Mike's question brought her back to sanity.

''Can you help me with her address?''

''just a minute, let me take this call'', she said as her thumb slid on the phone screen.

''Nma, how are you''

She froze and the phone slid off her palm.

...........................to be continued.