“Well, then you could persuade her to back off.”
“If my client wants to fight, I’ll fight for her,” Basetsana countered with feeling.
“I know you will. But remember, human emotions are very complicated. Even the law cannot deny the feelings that tie them together,” the old man said.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Basetsana said as she got to her feet and moved to the door. “Was that all?”
“Yes.”
Still looking back at the old man, Basetsana opened the door and headed out, only to bump into a hard chest. The force of the collision sent her staggering. But suddenly she felt strong arms reach around her waist to prevent her from falling.
Basetsana went warm all over. Her stomach did a somersault. Gooseflesh dotted her skin, sending electric sparks down her spine. A tantalising masculine scent filled her nostrils.
“Are you all right?” a husky voice asked close to her ear. Shivers ran down her neck to settle in her stomach. “I didn’t mean to bump into you like that. I didn’t see you coming.”
“It’s fine,” Basetsana said, thankful that her voice didn’t sound as shaken as she was. She untangled herself from the stranger’s embrace, putting a few steps between them. Only then did she look up at him. Something slammed into her gut. In front of her stood the handsomest man she’d ever seen.
He wore a suit that had obviously been tailor-made for him. His powerful physique was unmistakable in it. His white shirt formed an alluring contrast with the charcoal suit and his dark-brown skin. He didn’t wear a tie, as though he refused to conform to convention.
“It’s rude to stare,” he said, clearly enjoying having unsettled Basetsana. He gave her a smile that caused her stomach to flip over.
Basetsana’s face flushed with embarrassment. She hadn’t been this strongly attracted to a man in the past five years, so why did he have to be so arrogant? Someone should give Mother Nature a better recipe for how to make irresistible men.
“Excuse me. I have to get back to work.” Basetsana nodded her head in a polite gesture and then sidestepped the man to go to her office. She heard him say something to someone but didn’t stop to find out who it was. She just kept on walking.
“Did he find you?” Nhlanhla asked from her cubicle in front of Basetsana’s office.
“Who?” Basetsana entered her office. She was irritable because she had acted like a fool, staring at that stranger as if she’d never seen a handsome man before.
“Me.” The simple word said with that husky masculine voice seemed to bring everything to a standstill.
Basetsana felt her heart thud in her chest. Something fluttered in her stomach. She felt certain parts of her body come alive. Taking a deep breath, she composed her features and then turned around to face him.
“What can I do for you, Mr . . . ?” Basetsana looked at him and saw something flicker in the dark-brown depth of his eyes. He was losing patience, she could tell. He was probably used to women falling over themselves because of him. He wasn’t going to get that from her, but she couldn’t blame those women. This man was utterly irresistible. If virility came in measures, he’d be ten out of ten.
For a few moments he silently stared at her, assessing her. Then he stepped into the office, closing the door behind him. Basetsana moved behind her desk, but remained standing. He was too tall and big for her to sit; she would feel as if he was towering over her, exerting his power.
“Ramathe. Nare Ramathe,” he said, confidently folding himself into one of the chairs next to the desk. “You know, for someone who’s proclaimed to be the best lawyer this firm has, you’re very ignorant and much too quick to dismiss things – in this case me – as useless before you even investigate. However did you make it this far?”
Deeply offended, Basetsana opened her mouth to defend herself.
But he lifted his right hand to forestall her. “I’m not finished,” he said, looking at her and taking his time. “You know what I find really annoying? A modernised black woman who has no sense of who she is.”
“Excuse me! You don’t know me.”
“No, and I don’t have to, because in the few minutes I’ve been in your company you have displayed yourself as such. But since you and I find ourselves in a situation not of our own making, I’ll forgive your behaviour. Does the name Mathe mean anything to you?” he asked, arrogance and confidence emanating from him like heat waves.
“Yes.” That was the name of her current client’s business partner. Basetsana looked at the man in front of her and wished the floor beneath her feet would open up and swallow her. She’d made an utter fool of herself. Ignorance indeed.
“I’m his new representative,” Nare Ramathe continued. “And I’ve come to tell you that he wants to settle out of court.”
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