managed to achieve all of these successes at just thirty years. He was just two years ahead of Hlobo.
“I’ll go and get us something to eat, okay?” he said, interrupting her thoughts and heading for the door.
Hlobo was left alone to admire the enchanting room. She went to look out through the open window. Her lungs opened up to the natural and uncontaminated air of the surroundings. The atmosphere of this place was something she had been truly needing. She had never been to a game lodge before, because she had not known a place like this could be so calming.
The fresh air almost made her dizzy and she decided to have a bath. The bathroom was dominated by the colour white, with touches of gold, like the mirror frame. The big tub was snowy white, with golden taps.
Hlobo put in some bubble bath and filled the tub with water, and within minutes it was full of foam – the perfect bath. She took off her clothes and relaxed her body in the warm water. If someone had told her a few months ago that she would date a rugby player and spend a weekend with him at a game lodge, she would have laughed.
Sizwe was amazing!
Everything about him conjured up that word: amazing. His personality, his sense of humour, and his amazing body! She must have done something really good to deserve him. No man had ever treated her as he did, as if she was a princess. Her heart glowed and she couldn’t stop smiling. She hadn’t made love with him yet and the thought of how their first time would be filled her tummy with excitement, as if butterflies were fluttering inside her. But she didn’t want to rush things with this hunky rugby player. Everything was turning out to be so good that she did not want to spoil everything by rushing things, despite her curiosity.
If indeed Sizwe was serious about her, they would have to take things slowly, and so far he had been true to their agreement. He had not pressured her to sleep with him. That had been surprising, given the fact that whenever he kissed and touched her, it seemed as if an animal had been unleashed. She could hardly imagine what it would be like when they made love for the first time.
“Hlobo, where are you?” she heard Sizwe calling her.
“Over here, Sizwe. In the bathroom,” she responded.
Moments later, he appeared at the door. For a moment he uttered no word as he looked at her in the bubble bath. His eyes seemed to be doing all the talking. Her cheeks went pink with embarrassment at what she imagined he was thinking.
“I see you’ve made yourself at home already. I brought us some snacks and red wine,” he said, holding up an open bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Please pour me some. I’m dying for a drop,” she said.
He smiled and half-filled the glasses.
“Coming to join me?” she asked, her eyes fixed on him. He gave her a glass of wine and put his down next to the tub.
“You sure?” he asked.
She nodded, enjoying his slight discomfort mixed with obvious eagerness. Hlobo watched him as he stripped off his clothes, exposing his powerful body: his huge chest and broad shoulders, at least triple the size of his waist. His bulging and rock-hard abs clearly belonged to a rugby player.
“I’ll leave these on,” he announced, referring to his tight briefs. Hlobo had almost lost the air in her lungs when she thought he was going to take off the last remaining piece of clothing.
Hlobo eyed his rod, hard and full under the underwear, pushing to get free.
She sighed.
Sizwe stood there: tall, dark and compelling like a majestic horse. His legs were long and rose to strong thighs of rippling muscle. He sank into the bathtub next to her. His legs lightly brushed against her body under the water, causing Hlobo to register a thrilling sensation.
“Have you been to this place before?” she asked, taking a sip from her wine and forcing herself to keep a level head.
“Believe it or not, it’s my first time here,” he replied. “And I’m glad it’s with you.”
She smiled helplessly. His words were like honey, with a sweetness that flowed right into her ears.
“You make me happy, Hlobo. I want you to know that,” he said, looking serious.
She could see his words were from the heart. They made her own heart race.
He searched for her hand under the water and when he found it, he held it up in the air delicately. “You’re beautiful,” he said, beginning to brush Hlobo’s hand against his clean-shaven face.
Her hand felt like a brush of fire and he closed his eyes, continuing to feel it. Sizwe simply let the moment be, just thinking how blessed he was. He had everything a man could possibly want now that this wonderful woman was by his side. Pretty soon he was going to make her his wife.
“I want to get to know you better, Hlobo.”
“I want to get to know you better too,” Hlobo told him, but there was one thing she had not asked him yet. “How do you play with those things on your head, anyway?” she asked him. Her eyes were looking at his dreadlocks. Each plait was thin, dark and long, giving him a clean and neat look. He had a habit of swaying them off his face when they blocked his vision.
“I tie them up. Very tightly,” he added, enjoying the disbelief on her face. “How about you?” he asked and she frowned.
“What about me?”
“Have you ever tried to use contact lenses instead of glasses?”
Honestly, the answer was a flat no. During all her years of wearing glasses she had never once thought of getting lenses. “What’s wrong with my glasses?” she asked defensively.
“I didn’t say there was anything wrong. I just think contacts would be much better for you,” he remarked with a smile.
Hlobo rolled her eyes. “Maybe,” she said for the sake of not arguing with him.
Sizwe poured himself more wine and kept quiet. The silence began to expand between them.
“Accountants aren’t into much talking, are they?” he teased her after a while. “What are people like you really good at?” he suddenly asked, challenging her.
But then he started to chuckle, his face breaking into those cute dimples she found so irresistible.
“Accounting, I guess,” she said, shrugging.
“How about this?” he asked.
For a moment she didn’t know what he was talking about, until she felt his foot moving up between her open legs. She jolted up and giggled girlishly as his cheeky foot arrived at her most sensitive area, brushing and feeling its walls with its toes!
“What are you doing?” she laughed, moving his foot aside.
“What? I didn’t do anything,” he denied with a grin.
He slowly moved right up close to her, settling himself between her legs. Hlobo watched him closely as his wet hand cupped her face, dripping water on
