💞 SWEET IN THE MIDDLE 🍏🥒🍏♥️🔥🔞 “My Secretary Melted My Walls With Her Smile” Written by: Chinonso Maureen Anyanwu 📖 EPISODE 1:

WHEN SHE CALLED ME “SIR” WITH THAT VOICE

They say temptation comes in red lipstick and short skirts.
But in my case, temptation came dressed in a navy blue pencil skirt, a silk blouse buttoned just below the collarbone, and a smile so warm it could melt an iceberg.

Her name was Elsie.
Twenty-six. Smart. Soft-spoken. And dangerously stunning.
She became my secretary six months ago — and ever since then, something in my life shifted.

I’m not the kind of man who mixes business with pleasure. I run a multi-million naira real estate firm in Lekki Phase 1. My days are filled with meetings, contracts, deadlines — no time for foolishness.
But from the moment Elsie walked into my office that June morning, my calendar stopped making sense.

“Good morning, sir,” she would say every morning, her voice as smooth as honey soaked in sunshine.
She called me “sir” with a tone that didn’t belong in the office. It was… soft, respectful, but tinged with something unspoken. Something warm.

I told myself I was imagining it. That I was just a lonely married man, reading romance where there was none.

But it wasn’t just me.

My friends teased me.

“Guy, that your secretary no be regular babe oh,” my best friend Dayo said one night over drinks. “You dey act blind, but you know say she sweet in the middle.”

Sweet in the middle.

I laughed, pretending I didn’t know what he meant.
But that phrase stuck in my head… because it was true.

Elsie wasn’t loud. She wasn’t flirtatious. But she had this presence that got under your skin — slowly, gently.
The way she placed my coffee every morning, two cubes of sugar, just how I liked it.
The way she reminded me of meetings without being nagging.
The way she smiled… not too wide. Just enough to warm a tired soul.

I noticed everything.
The scent of her vanilla lotion when she passed me by.
The curve of her lips when she bit her pen, lost in thought.
The little humming she did when printing out documents.

She had no idea she was doing anything to me.
Or maybe… she did.

One Friday evening, after everyone had gone home, she knocked on my glass door.

“Sir? Would you like me to stay back and help arrange the quarterly files? I noticed you didn’t touch them today.”

That day, my wife had sent me a cold, one-line text: “Don’t forget to fix the leaking tap.”

No ‘How are you?’
No ‘Are you eating okay?’

Elsie, on the other hand, had printed out a wellness checklist for the staff and brought one to me earlier, with a bright pink sticky note that read:
“You work hard, sir. Don’t forget to breathe.”

It wasn’t the words. It was the thought behind it. The care.

“Thank you, Elsie,” I said. “But you don’t have to stay. It’s late.”

She hesitated at the door.
Then smiled… “I know, sir. I just… I like staying when the office is quiet. It feels… safe here.”

Safe?

Something cracked in my chest.

“Sit,” I said gently. “Let’s finish the files together.”

We sat side by side. Her perfume? Coconut and something else I couldn’t place.
I watched her work. Graceful. Focused. Calm.

At some point, our hands brushed as we reached for the same folder.

We paused.

She looked up at me, startled.

“Sorry—” she whispered.

Her voice cracked a little. Like she felt something too.

I swallowed hard.

“It’s okay, Elsie. Don’t be sorry.”

Our eyes locked. For too long.

I was a married man.
She was my employee.
But in that moment, all the rules blurred.

And then, without warning, she said softly:
“Sometimes… I wonder if anyone ever sees how lonely you really are, sir.”

My breath caught in my throat.

I wanted to ask what she meant.
I wanted to touch her hand.
I wanted to do things I had no business wanting.

But all I could do… was nod.

And that’s when I knew…
Elsie wasn’t just a woman.
She was a storm — soft, slow, and sweet in the middle.
And I was already caught in it.

🔸 To Be Continued…

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