Free Passionate Game (Kimani Hotties) by Michelle Monkou

back. So far, she had proved that she wasn’t the type to push back. Well, she’d play along, but it was clear she had absolutely no intention of falling for the easy compliments that had slid from his lips.
    Fantasizing about dating him and actually going on a date with him were two very different things. Both stirred up her emotions like a craving for the sweetest piece of fruit.
    Mitzy popped her head into the office. “Tamara, I confirmed with Miller-Brown that those students will be here tomorrow after school.”
    “Good. Let Grant know the details.”
    “Who?”
    “Mr. Benson. Please let him know.” Tamara took a pass on calling him herself. No matter how brief, she needed a break from Grant to resettle her thoughts. There was still work to be completed today. Now that her mind was in a muddled state, she’d have to work harder to concentrate. Thoughts about what she’d wear that night were already vying for her attention.
    Tamara fought against daydreaming at her desk. Thank goodness for the little children whose fun energy filled the hallways. Before too long, she was huddled next to them, listening to their opinions about their day. A few parents arrived early to pick up their children, and she took the time to chat with them. Their feedback always helped to enhance what she could offer to them. They didn’t have the resources for a large number of children, but the limited size allowed her staff to give more attention to the children and to the finer details of child care.
    Watching the clock became an addiction for her. As the afternoon crept to a close, Tamara assisted the day-care leaders with cleaning their classrooms. Activity would pick up again in the next half hour. The after-school youth were due to arrive in waves once the day-care children were picked up. She never left the building at that time if she could help it.
    Her lean staff of five had specific tasks, but they didn’t have a problem with rolling up their sleeves to help one another. Their strong team ethic had kept their operation running smoothly. Their loyalty meant everything to her.
    At five-thirty, she finally felt comfortable enough to leave. Grant would have to wait if she were late. Playing at date night with him was not more important than her duties at the academy. Anyway, she had already texted Becky, who had had meetings outside the academy that day, to meet her at home.
    She gathered up her briefcase with pending files and headed for her car. Work didn’t stop at any particular hour for her. When she came back from her meeting with Grant, she had to get the details of Becky’s meetings. Her friend was meeting with local government officials for their support. All the political maneuvering mattered when donations and grants were largely depended upon to keep the doors open.
    Tamara thanked all the green traffic lights that got her to her parking garage in record time. She dropped her briefcase in the living room and ran toward her bedroom, pulling off pieces of clothing and tossing them aside. Her forward momentum didn’t stop until she stood under the forceful spray of her showerhead.
    Tamara looked at the array of shower gels in the basket caddy. She could smell like cocoa butter, have soft skin from the shea butter, or avoid dry skin with the heavy cream moisturizer. What difference would it make? His hands wouldn’t be touching her skin. She grabbed the original, unscented shower gel bottle. No need to tempt fate.
    “Hey, Tamara!” A round of knocking interrupted Tamara’s musing. Becky had obviously arrived home.
    “What?” Tamara called. She turned off the shower.
    “Hurry up. We’ve got to figure out your clothes, hair, makeup. You know it’ll take hours to get you together. And you don’t have that kind of time.”
    “Thanks for that.” Tamara toweled off and put on her underwear and bra. Her nerves started their hum. Her stomach clenched. The reality that she’d be with Grant in less than an hour