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Her blessing.
Her downfall.
My stomach churns and I force myself to step away. Miss Dejonae might be unable to hide her attraction to me, but she has made herself clear.
I am nothing but her boss and the father of the child she has taken to.
She wants nothing more than that.
And I want… the same.
Dejonae stomps to the door without looking back. I am left in the silence of the music room, a pulse throbbing in my veins as I watch her hips sway back and forth.
Dejonae Williams is a problem, and I am not only referring to her sass.
So why is it so difficult to get her out of my head?
* * *
I leavethe office and pass Dejonae’s empty desk. She has not been upstairs since the meeting this morning. It is alarming that I know her schedule in intimate detail and look for her even when I know she will not be there.
Akira meets me in the lobby. She is dressed all in black as usual, her hair scraped away from her face and her expression severe.
“I heard Niko will have her piano lessons here,” she says.
“You heard right.”
“With her old teacher?”
I arch an eyebrow. “Yes, Miss Cottingham needs only to tweak a few things, but she is a good teacher for Niko.”
“I am surprised to hear you say that.”
I slide dark glasses over my face.
Akira falls into step beside me as we walk outside. “I thought you would push Niko into Miss Williams’ class.”
“Miss Williams has school to attend.” Although today’s group assignment was an excuse to avoid me, I know there will be such distractions in the future. “She is not yet ready to be Niko’s teacher.”
Akira smiles. “You’re right. She is not ready to be Niko’s anything.”
I let her think what she will and climb into the SUV.
Akira glances at me in the rear-view mirror as she drives, “I spoke to your mother yesterday. She would like to come for a visit.”
I stiffen. “When?”
“She did not say.”
My mother had said nothing of the sort when we spoke last week. To be fair, she usually spends most of her time chatting with Niko anyway. The two are close.
“Keep me updated. Whenever she arrives, I will clear my schedule so I can meet her at the airport.”
“She is proud of all you are doing,” Akira says, slowing down for a red light.
Mother was the only one who voiced support when I announced I was moving to America to be closer to Niko and to build the foundation. Her quiet but rebellious nature got passed down to me.
My phone buzzes.
