href="#litres_trial_promo">Chapter 22
“Good morning, Terrell.” The attractive Drake Community Center employee’s eyes sparkled with admiration and interest while traveling the length of his body.
Terrell Drake returned her greeting with a smile and a wink, aware of but unaffected by the blatant flirtation. He wasn’t cocky. At least not more than the average Drake man. He was simply used to it; he’d affected the female species this way his entire life.
“Hey, Tee, what’s up, man?”
“It’s your world, Luther, I’m just trying to navigate it.”
He bumped fists with the community center’s executive director and kept it moving. Months ago when his mother had asked him to volunteer at the center as one of its assistant directors, he’d balked at what he thought would cramp his style. He’d been wrong. The joy that came from seeing a struggling student solve a math problem, or properly knot his tie, or curtailing a would-be bully’s antics and have him see reason was beyond anything Terrell could have imagined. He actually looked forward to the three days a week he spent at the center. Walking into this after-school and summertime haven for more than a hundred children always made him feel good.
He reached the T-shaped end of the hallway and turned right toward the gymnasium. What he saw next made his heart skip a beat and wonder who owned the booty that, like sunshine, had just brightened up his world.
“Wow.”
The owner of said gluteus maximus stopped, paused for a beat, then turned to look at him.
Wait, did I just say that out loud?
If he were to judge by her reaction and the look at her face? That would be a yes.
But that his slip caused her to turn was worth whatever was about to happen. The woman looked as good from the front as she did from the back. Better even. Her heart-shaped face was almost totally devoid of makeup, natural, the way Terrell preferred. She had big brown eyes, a pert nose and pleasingly plump lips to match her generous cleavage. All kinds of sexy oozing through that frown. Time to turn on the Drake charm. Terrell whipped out a smile that could sell toothpaste and closed the distance between them with a confident stroll.
“Good afternoon.”
Her perfectly arched brow raised a notch. “According to whom?”
He had the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry about that.”
“You should be.” Her voice remained stern but he noticed a spark in her eyes.
He determined that he could get lost in those eyes. Holding out his hand, he said, “Terrell.”
She paused just long enough to make him nervous, and then extended her hand. “Aliyah.”
“Like the singer?”
Her scowl deepened as she shook her head and pulled back her hand. “No. Like myself.”
“I meant no offense, was a real fan of her music.” Terrell could deliver spot-on compliments in his sleep. Not today. From the look on her face, he’d just added insult to injury. He shifted his position to regroup and was just about to unleash his arsenal of amorous acclamations when he noted that Aliyah’s weren’t the only eyes watching him intently. He looked to her right, and down.
“Hello there, little man.”
“Hi.”
“What’s your name?”
“Kyle.”
Terrell held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Kyle. I’m Mr. Drake.”
The kid sized him up openly with a face that would do any poker player proud. “Are you my teacher?”
“I work with teenagers. How old are you?”
“Five.”
“Five? Are you sure?”
He looked at Aliyah, who nodded. “He’s big for his age.”
“You might be raising a football player.” She shrugged at his observation. “Are you here for the Progeny Project?”
“Is that what the mentorship program is called?”
“Yes, the Progeny Project.”
She nodded. “We’re here for that, and perhaps some of the activities the center offers. Kyle’s young, but he’s smart and easily bored. I’d like to get him enrolled in as many as are available to him.”
“I can help with that. Follow me.” He noticed that she hesitated. “Do you have another question?”
“I’m waiting to follow you.”
She said it with just the hint of a smile. Terrell nodded his understanding. Any other brother would have assumed her hesitancy was because of what had happened moments earlier. Terrell knew the truth—time for her to check him out.
He placed a hand on Kyle’s shoulder, encouraging the young boy to walk beside him. “Are you as smart as your mother says you are?”
Kyle nodded. “Yes.”
“Confident, too,” Terrell said with a laugh. “I like that.”
They reached the end of the hallway. He led her to a set of double doors, and followed her into the general office area, where registrants were enrolled and files were kept. This area also housed three offices, including the one Terrell used when he was at the center.
“Hello, handsome!”
“Good afternoon, Miss Marva.” Terrell walked around the counter and embraced the slight, older woman with graying hair tucked into a neat bun. The powder blue pantsuit she wore was topped off with pearl earrings and a matching necklace. Very classy. “Thank you for the compliment.”
Marva laughed, entwining her arm with Terrell’s as she looked into his eyes. “I’d say you’re welcome if the compliment was meant for you. It wasn’t.” She looked at Kyle. “It was for this handsome young man standing by the pretty lady.”
This statement won smiles from both Aliyah and her son.
“Whoa!” Terrell grabbed his heart. “You wound me!”
“You know what they say about assumptions. You brought that on yourself.”
“I guess I did.” He looked at Kyle. “She was talking to you, handsome young man.”
Aliyah encouraged her son. “Say hello to Miss Marva, Kyle.”
“Hello,” he said shyly, before hiding his face behind his mother’s skirt.
“Aliyah is here to enroll her son in Progeny, and to learn more about what our center offers.”