There he was, drenched in sweat. A night he would come to regret. The restaurant was where they met; how could he forget?

'Who is this sexy damsel in a black spaghetti strap?' he whispered to himself.

Determined to talk to her, he approached. 'Hello, dear. What brings a beautiful woman like you here alone?'

With a red basket in her hand, she turned. 'You men are all the same! It's always one thing or another whenever I come here.'

Undeterred, he licked his lips and said. 'I saw you, and I appreciate your beauty. Your aura drew me near.'

She couldn't deny his charm, and they didn't want the conversation to end. 'Lovely garden, Ronke,' he said.

She invited him to her space. 'Come with me, and I'll show you a lovelier garden.' Lust filled her face.

He was tongue-tied but spoke volumes with his gaze. They shared a warm embrace, and their hearts began to race.

'GBA! GBA! GBA!' 'Aderonke!' 'Please open the door! My flight's canceled.'

Ronke jumped out of bed, shaken by her husband's voice.

She looked at the puzzled man and said 'Bami, pick your clothes from the floor.'

'Ronke, this isn't cutesy or demure,' he said. 'Why drive me out? What's going on?'

'GBA! GBA! GBA!'

‘Bami, I need you to hide under the bed.’
'No way, my dear. I'd rather die.'

She rushed to the door and said
“When my husband comes in, it's off with your head.'

There he was, drenched in sweat, a night he had come to regret. He crept under the bed.