My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

"I'm human alright stop staring." He chuckled making me want to die. I just realized that my mouth was open and I was gaping at him like an idiot. Jesus! I knew I was bound to embarrass myself but I didn't think that it would be too soon. I had to cover my stupidity up with something.

I laughed nervously pulling on my skirts under the table. My hands were sweaty and my brain wasn't really doing a good job being a brain.

"I was only wondering if the weather wasn't too hot for a turtle neck?" I asked stupidly.

"Well It isn't." He smiled a knowing smile. I bit my lips and sighed. I felt so embarrassed. "It might be outside but I've never been under the sun today." He added. He signalled a waiter who just left a table and the waiter hurried to our side like it had been a call from God.

"I see." Was all I could finally get myself to mumble. I sounded like I was being choked, to add to my humiliation. Not only did I just mumble, my reply was dead straight embarrassing and to top it all I sounded like I was about to climax. I was going to hit my face on the wall after this meeting and just die.

What was it with me saying I see. Jesus I can barely breathe. He was just so fine and so classy.

"I'll have salad and plantain with a bottle of champaign please." He ordered. The female waiter looked just as flushed as I was. She even looked worse. She was nodding too much I felt her head was going to fall off.

"And ma'am,"

"Let me have roasted chicken and I want to try salad too and," I thought for a minute for what else to pick.

"Ma'am you can take a look at the menu." The waiter finally butts in tired of waiting.

"There will be no need, I'll have just that. Just get me the chicken and salad please." I smiled rounding up with my order. I clasped my hands together and faced him squarely. I took in deep breathes subtly. I remembered who I was suddenly, Zara. And Zara was always in control.

His hands were on the table and his eyes were on me. They were boring into my soul and as a matter of fact he was looking at me like I was a safe that he wanted to break hence had to study to learn the code.

"So you didn't let me order first. No ladies first?" I asked c.o.c.king a brow as I set my bag down on the chair besides me.

"You don't seem like the kind of lady that will be impressed by such gestures." He replied with a smirk.  I was surprised and impressed  with his answer. I wanted to probe more to find a flaw. There was no way he was this perfect.

"So what kind of Lady do I look like?" I asked.

"The independent one. The one who knows what she wants and gets it. The kind that believes In magic and tries to perform it. You jseem like the kind of lady that will say, you know what God? f.u.c.k this and to you universe f.u.c.k you too I want perfect and I'm getting it and it doesn't matter What plans you guys may have against it or how impossible it may look. I want perfect and that's it. Am I wrong Chizaram Miracle?"