LUST AT FIRST SIGHT
It was a bright morning. I had just risen from bed, my thoughts already circling around my job interview. The position was for a Manager at London Rails Construction Company in Lagos, Nigeria. Oh!before I forget,I’m a 26-year-old alpha male, as I like to call myself: six feet tall, muscular, dark-skinned… built like a man who knows exactly what he wants.
When I arrived at London Rails, I was greeted by a long, restless line of job seekers stretching across the entrance. But that didn’t shake me. This is Lagos,everyone is hungry, everyone is chasing something… even the so-called “big boys.”
Just as I was about to step through the gate, a soft, intoxicating fragrance drifted into my senses,sweet, feminine, impossible to ignore. It wrapped around me like a whisper. Instinctively, I turned.
And then I saw her.
The most breathtaking creature I had laid eyes on that day.
She was fair-skinned, elegantly tall, her hips full and inviting, her breasts rounded and firm beneath her outfit. Her nipples pressed subtly against the fabric, betraying their presence, teasing the imagination.
Damn.
“There’s no harm in talking to her first,” I murmured to myself.
I moved toward her, my stride steady, confident. I never hesitated around women. I always say, women are like wild creatures,they can smell fear. And I had none.
“Hey, pretty… may I talk to you for a moment?”
She ignored me,or at least pretended to. I expected that. So I closed the distance between us.
“Hey… angel from the skies. May I steal a moment of your time?”
She turned then, her eyes meeting mine. “Yes… what do you want?” she asked coolly.
I smiled. “Simple. I just need to understand what an angel is doing here on earth. Shouldn’t you be in heaven… watching over the rest of us?”
A smile broke across her lips,soft, genuine. I had touched something.
“Oh… thank you. I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should,” I replied smoothly. “You’re the kind of woman a man brings home without fear,the kind my mother would accept without a second thought. A beauty powerful enough to turn chaos into desire. I’m Joe… and you are?”
She laughed lightly, clearly amused. “You’re good with words. I’ll give you that. You’ve already made my morning. I’m Sonia.”
From a distance, we must have looked like we belonged together,our energy blending effortlessly. We exchanged contacts, and she walked into the building ahead of me, her hips swaying with a rhythm that lingered in my mind. I followed shortly after, though I veered toward reception while she disappeared into one of the offices.
So… she works here, I thought. Interesting.
I waited my turn, the minutes dragging. Finally, my name was called.
I stepped into the office and there she was.Sonia Of course!
How hadn’t I seen it earlier? She carried herself with too much elegance, too much authority to be ordinary. Our eyes locked, and for a brief second, I stood frozen between surprise and something deeper.
“Sit down,” she said.
“Okay, ma’am… thank you, ma,” I replied, lowering myself into the chair. She frowned slightly.
“Ma’am? Aren’t you the same man who was speaking so boldly outside?”
I gave a small smile. “Yes… but I didn’t realize who I was speaking to.”
She leaned back, amused. “My father owns the company. I’m just filling in for him,as the eldest daughter.”
Relief washed over me but only briefly.
Because then… my gaze betrayed me.
It drifted.
Slowly… shamelessly… settling on her chest.
Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, the outline of her nipples still visible, still calling. My mind wandered stripping away the layers of her clothes, imagining her bare beneath me, her body yielding, my hands gripping those thick hips as I drove into her, slow at first… then harder… deeper…
“Hey!” she snapped.
I blinked, dragged violently back to reality.
“What are you staring at?”
“Sorry,” I said quickly, my voice low. “I can’t seem to focus… your beauty has me completely distracted.”
The words came out before I could filter them. Reckless. Dangerous.
What was I doing?
Throwing away an interview… just for the thought of burying myself between those thighs?
We talked for a while after that. Not an interview—nothing structured. Just conversation. Energy. Tension.
Eventually, she took my CV and smiled faintly. “We’ll get back to you.”
I stood, nodded, and walked out.
As I passed the waiting candidates, their eyes followed me, curious, suspicious. My interview had taken longer than expected.
But I didn’t care.
All I could think about…
…was her.
And the fact that something far more interesting than a job interview had just begun.
