There were people milling about her as she stood in the center of a circle handing out supplies, and no doubt instructions to everyone around her. She wasn’t bossy. She was a boss, and organizing and directing folks had always come naturally to her.
As bodies dispersed, presumably to whatever station she’d assigned them, her full body came into view and Adam nearly tripped over his own feet.
It was mid fall, and the weather was holding up surprisinglywell, still warm enough that you only needed a light jacket or sweater toward the end of the day when the sun was setting.
Her box braids were piled high on her head in a neat bun. Coupled with the v-neck Monroe Hills Area School District T-shirt she was wearing, the tempting line of her neck was on display, reminding him how he’d buried his face there at the climax of their joining.
That would’ve been enough to send him overboard into lust, but then he’d made the mistake of taking in the path of her curves to the Capri-length leggings she was wearing.
Nope, nope, nope. This ain’t gon’ work. No, sir, no way.
“Hey, Adam! How you doing this morning?”
Adam followed the voice coming from his right side and saw Cree approaching him.
He was trying to find words to speak, but his brain kept pulling his attention back to where Janae stood. It wasn’t until Cree was closer that he noticed the playful snicker sliding past her lips.
“Ah, did you need something, Cree?”
She shook her head. “Just saying hello and looking for Derrick. Not to mention, even if I did want something, you’re too caught up checking for my girl to do anything about it.”
“That’s really nice, Cree.” He absentmindedly replied as he started walking in Janae’s direction again. “I’ll chat with you a bit later.”
Her snicker had blossomed into a full-blown laugh. He was certain it was at his expense, but he didn’t care in the least. He needed to get to Janae and see if her ass looked just as good in that form-fitting garment up close as it did this far away.
By the time he was standing in front of Janae, all the people surrounding her had dispersed, and she was jotting something down on the clipboard she was holding.
“It really should be illegal to look this goddamn good in a pair of leggings.”
She lifted her head slowly, a knowing smile gracing her full lipsand a twinkle lighting up those bottomless brown eyes of hers. On most women that response would reek of conceit. But for Janae, this was confidence, plain and simple, and it was sexy as hell.
“We are on school property, Dr. Henderson. I would think we wouldn’t engage in that kind of talk here.”
“That would normally be true, but since we’re outside and no one is close to us, I figure I can tell you how you’re torturing me in that damn outfit. Knowing you, you did it on purpose too.”
“Possibly,” she replied, her coy smile broadening, lifting the apples of her cheeks high on her face.
“Please tell me you’re going to come back to my place after this so I can at least find a release from this torture.”
“I would love—”
“Hey, Ma!”
Adam’s body immediately stiffened, and not in the fun way either, when he heard a young man’s voice. He turned to see a tall teen whose face looked like a carbon copy of Janae’s running up to them.
“Hey, baby, glad you made it.” The young man leaned in, kissing Janae on the cheek before staring up at Adam. “James, this is my friend, Dr. Henderson. Adam, this is my boy, James Sanders.”
Adam didn’t need the introduction. Except for his height and slim build, everything about him was the spitting image of Janae. From his deep brown skin, to the dimples puckered into each cheek, to the wide brown eyes, this boy was his ma’s child.
“You’re the new superintendent, right?”
Adam nodded. “Yeah, I am.”
“I guess I should be thankful Ma has friends in high places. Thanks for tryna work with us to save the arts program. Did you two meet when you came to work here?”
He’s just as forthright as his mama is too, I see.
“No,” Adam replied. “Your mother and I grew up together here in Monroe Hills. We reconnected when I came back home to take this job.”
