– one of the best, according to your file – and you’re an artist at heart. It must have been tough to leave that for an executive position.”
She smiled, pleased and surprised that he had taken the time to read up on the staff. “It was a huge adjustment, but Kgosana had complete faith in me. His support made it a lot easier.”
They talked shop until they had almost finished their food, and then Eric asked about her family. Lucky was amazed by how easy it was to talk to him; he seemed genuinely interested in her life, and he was charming and attentive.
“Wow,” he marvelled. “Four brothers?”
“My parents had a girl first, but she was stillborn,” she explained. “By the time Siza was born, my mother had given up hope of ever having another girl. My parents decided four kids was enough, but apparently God had other plans, and six years later they had me. My mother couldn’t believe her luck … hence my name.”
Eric laughed. “So you’re her golden girl – the favourite.”
“Nope. Lucas is the favourite. First-born son, successful lawyer, doting husband and father. Siza’s the youngest boy, and the one I get along with best. Ntando’s the genius – he’s a physicist, working overseas, so we don’t see him much. I can’t understand half of what he says. And Xolani …” Her smile faded and she cleared her throat. “He’s the second-born. Works in logistics. But enough about me. What about your family?”
“Hold on,” said Eric. “You seem a little downcast all of a sudden.”
“It’s been a long day.” She stretched her arms above her head to make her point.
He gave her a knowing look. “Your mood changed when you mentioned Xolani.”
Lucky’s eyes widened briefly. Why did he have to be so perceptive? “Family drama,” she told him with a nonchalant shrug. “You know how it is.”
He put his head to one side, peering into her face. “Want to talk about it?”
“Nope.”
He nodded and changed the subject. The time flew by and before Lucky knew it, Randy’s usual SMS came through.
“Oops, that’s my cue,” she told Eric. “Randy and I live in the same building, so we carpool, and he’s just told me he’ll be out of the lab in five minutes.”
“Of course.” He got to his feet. “Thanks for the company. It was much more fun than eating alone.”
Lucky smiled. “I’m glad.”
He came around the desk and walked her to the door. Their bodies almost touched, and Lucky felt a little breathless. She turned at the door, then almost wished she hadn’t. He was standing so close to her that she caught a whiff of his cologne. He smelled good enough to eat. She took a wary step back, flustered.
“Good night, Lucky.” There was that flirtatious smile again.
“Night. See you tomorrow.” She left the office and walked towards the lift. When she reached it she glanced backwards, just in case. He was watching her and he was smiling.
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