I might as well meet Ms K and let her know I’m on to her. The drive to my sister Maggie’s house takes longer than estimated as traffic increases and it’s annoying just getting locked in traffic. I weave through it and arrive forty-five minutes later than I had planned but I made it, and Cara can’t say I didn’t show up. And since I’d promised to spend the week, I guess we are good.
Soon as I enter, Cara hears my voice and races over.
“Uncle Dan, you made it!” she shouts, bouncing into my arms like she has been doing since she was a little girl.
“Hi, my sprinkles.” I wrap my arms around her in a quick hug as she pulls away to talk a mile a minute.
“I’m so happy you made it. You get to meet Ms K and I can play for you. I learned a new song today and Ms K said with more practice, I can go to the next level.” Her excitement is blatant.
“Can you please let your uncle come in?” I hear my sister Maggie. “Hi, Daniel,” she says to me. She never calls me Dan; it’s always Daniel with her.
“Hi, Maggie. So, where is this famous Ms K?” I ask, following my niece as she pulls my arms to the family room where the piano is.
“Ms K went to the bathroom. She should be out in a few. Let me play what I just learned for you.” Excitement oozing from her
“Okay.” Soon as she sits to play, I hear the footsteps and turn.
My throat goes dry; the room tiltsFuck me! It’s her. The woman I couldn’t take my eyes off at Luke’s wedding. In the past few weeks, images of her have tortured my sleep.
Her ripped jeans cling to curves that make my pulse skip. The white t-shirt rides up slightly as she adjusts her camo jacket, revealing a sliver of skin. When she turns, her short hair swings, catching the light. My question dies on my lips as Cara's voicecuts through the fog in my brain: "Miss K, look! Uncle Dan made it!" she exclaims.
Now, this is interesting, my niece’s music teacher is the same woman from the wedding. Once again, I’m in awe of her beauty. Universe has a twisted mind. I had a middle-aged lady in mind as Ms K and certainly nother.Things just got interesting. I chuckle inwardly.
“That’s lovely,” Ms K says. “I finally get to meet your Uncle Dan.”
Her voice is deep and husky. I never would have expected that. I move towards her.
“Hi, I’m Cara’s uncle,” I say as I put my hand out to her. She takes my hand and an unexpected wave of softness and calm flows through me along with a wake up in my pants.
Fuck, I feel it again. I can’t explain the strong attraction I’m feeling towards her. The first time, I thought it was because her body was so close to mine but today all I want is to hold her and I can’t do that.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Ms K, Cara’s music teacher. She talks a lot about you,” she says with a beautiful smile as she drops my hand. I detect an accent, but I can’t quite place it. I want to hold on longer to her hand, but it would be awkward.
“No first name?” I ask, my tone inquisitive, keeping my gaze on her.
“It’s Makayla, but I prefer Ms K.” her voice firm.
I nod. I have a name to the face. I should stop but, weirdly, I can’t help myself. It doesn't help that my sister’s eyes are daring me to stop questioning her like she’s on a witness stand. I wouldn’t be me, if I didn’t ignore Maggie’s warning look.
“K for?” I ask, with a hint of challenge.
“Kuti,” she replies toneless with a smile that I can tell is practiced and not genuine like before. Makayla Kuti, I let her name marinate in my mind.
“Ms K, before you go, can I quickly play the new piece for my uncle?” Cara asks, excited as always.
“Okay, five minutes,” she says, carefully placing her canvas bag and slightly worn folder onto the polished wooden table.
Cara starts to play the piano. The notes dance in the air, creating a symphony that captivates us as we stand silently. The applause is deafening when she finishes, and a thrilled Cara, in her haste to race into my arms, causes Miss K's bag and folder to spill open. Suddenly, the wind roared through the open windows, and papers danced wildly in the gusts.
Cara and Ms K get on their knees to pick up the papers, and I get a good view of Miss K’s sexy ass.I’m fucked.
My sister notices my glued eyes and arches a brow higher than the Eiffel tower, and I return a shrug.
As they gather the papers, Ms K’s phone rings. She answers it on speaker and says “hold on” as she continues to gather the papers. It feels like the wind was working against her and in my favor. The moment Cara gathers some paper, the wind blows again, and the papers are off flying.
“Hey, you are on speaker and I’m with my student, so mind your language,” she immediately spills.
“Got it, MAK,” the male voice booms through and I feel irritation at this guy calling her. “I need your magic ears, MAK. Like right now. Ross and I just laid some good tracks, but I need your validation.”
