Behind Her Eyes, Within Her Smile

CH. 9

I sat in Kamala's office while she looked over some paperwork. I loved watching her in her element; She'd have her reading glasses at the tip of her nose, and was extremely focused on whatever was in front of her.

"It's really warm in here." I felt like I was going to fall asleep at any given moment.

"You want me to turn the heat down a bit?" She stopped what she was doing to assist with my needs.

"No, I like it."  My eyes wandered around the office; I noticed the portraits of prominent lawyers on the wall behind her . She'd often mention how Thurgood Marshall and Constance Baker Motley were some of her main inspirations in choosing her career path. My eyes reeled in on a photo sitting on her bookshelf. "Is that your husband?"  I had never seen him before.

She looked over at the photo like it wasn't supposed to be there. "Was my husband, yes." She went over laid the picture face down so we wouldn't be able to see it anymore. "Let's talk about something else. Did you enjoy the poem I wrote for you?"

" Did I enjoy it? Listen, I read it almost every night before I go to bed." I nearly had it memorized. "I would love a poem about how good I ate you the other night." I was ready to dive inside her right then but I behaved. She just brought it out of me.

"Really? You would like that?" She was squirming in her chair. I could tell she was getting flashbacks. "Well, I want you to write something about how good I taste and how there will never be another woman in your life that'll taste better than me." She fluttered her eyelashes. Her voice was low and smoky. "There shouldn't be any other women at all actually." She flipped her hair over her shoulders confidently. I didn't respond which prompted her to look at me suspiciously. "Willow... don't play with me."

"There's no other woman in my life, Kamala. You're the only woman I see with my eyes." I -playfully- reached across the table to grab her hand. She swatted it away.

"Get that hand away from me." She continued swatting.

"You weren't saying that when it was all inside you." I smirked.

"I walked right into that one." She cackled.

Some of her wit was starting to rub off on me, and we were able to play off of each other.

"You really did make me feel better. I mean I literally slept so good that night. I don't know what I'd do without you, seriously."

"It's my pleasure, Ms. Harris."

"Oh stop it!" She shook her head, laughing.

There was a very soft knock at her door. She looked over at me like I knew who it was. I looked back at her just as confused.

"Come in." Her words were pointed. She didn't sound welcoming at all.

A redhead woman poked her head in the door- only I could see her. "Is this Professor Harris' office?" Her southern twang was endearing.

I looked over at Kamala, watching her face go from emotionless to extremely responsive."Cynthia?" Kamala sat up in her seat.

"You know it, girlie!" She shuffled her way inside the room. "Come here and give me some love!"  

For every second that passed and they were still embracing one another I felt jealousy boiling inside my veins. They were nearly inhaling one another. I saw Kamala interacting with other women before, but never had I seen her so caught up in their presence. They had history and there was no denying it. Their hands never left each other, even after the hug was complete.

"Oh my goodness, I've missed you so much!" Kamala rested her hands on Cynthia's waist.

"Yea, right. How much did you miss me?"