Upon arrival at the kindergarten preparatory school's area of parking, leaving my bag and iPhone inside, I disembarked the vehicle and opened the back door.

"Mama no pwease" Sebriina whined her beauteous, cute face and prepossessing, alluring green gaze beseeching and desolate once she were elevated from the car seat.

I shook my head when the first warm drop of eye water fell onto my shoulder, searing the shirt, incinerating the skin beneath, after which more ponderous and fervid tears followed.

"Mama" my daughter sniffled when I gave her back an affectionate rub. "Baby, did you not promise me you would not cry this morning. Please do not break your promise-- if you do, I will become sad."

You broke yours.

In response, my Sebriina wrapped her arms tighter around my neck and incrementally as we traisped closer to the entrance of the class room ,her seizure slackened and her sobbing subdued and were not as intermittent until completely it had ceased.

The class teacher Miss Shakes greeted us at the doorway, her refulgent smile unpretentious and catching. "Good morning Miss Luca, it is wonderful to see you. I heard you were unwell."

I smiled at the young woman. "I am feeling much better now, thank you"

The petite teacher then put her hand on Sebriina's arm in a soft touch. "How are you this morning Little Miss Monteiro? Did you have a good weekend?"

My daughter nodded. "Yes"

"I love you beautiful" I brushed a light Peck against Sebriina's forehead and her small arms wrapped around me. "Bye mama, wuv you" and she recrudesced the effervescent, lively chatter with the pretty, dark skinned girl next to her whom to me she had introduced as her "pwetty, pwetty fwend Mallika".

I gave to the girls one final wave and walked to the door, departing.

****

I egressed the vehicle and in contentedness, delight beamed to myself.

Despite the fact that I had been absent from the place where I were employed for a mere smatter of days ,I had missed to a large extent, collasaly the office. I missed working.

Clasping the clutch, I traversed to the innards of the establishment.

"Oh Miss Luca! You are back!" The unforeseen, obstreperous high pitched shriek as I approached Amy's desk almost knocked me to the floor, astounding, starting me-- the girl had carried on as though I were her long lost great cousin and as she clapped together gleefully her hands, I wondered if the bear hug would soon come.

From importuneness,irritation I brusquely shook my head at the young woman's ridiculousness, her childish antics and although after a week of absence I had missed ninety nine things about the workpkace, the chafing receptionist were not one.

All the same, factitiously ,I smiled, will less to grant the annoying girl permission to annihilate, destroy my good spirit, I bade. "Good morning Amy"

Amy's smile were spellbinding, bedazzling and her voice etched with skullduggery as her eyes twinkled with mischief. "Yes Miss. It is good to have you back -- you were greatly missed. It was clear to every one though, Mr Monteiro missed you most. He--"

"Miss Williams" I hissed into a castigating tone, interjecting the girl, impetrating her." Spare me-- I beg you. Amy, when will you ascertain that your careless idle mouthing is not appreciated? You were doing so well the past weeks -- I admonish you, do not drop the act."

Whilst in an undertone she apologized, I shook my head, and proceeded to promenade to the office.

Meanwhile, as I made my way into the room, my gaze rambled around in detail espying, observing it as though I were but a foreigner who had entered the room for the first time.

Malevolently, my eyes lingered onto the hands full of changes implemented. Now, a long black leather couch with its back against the wall presented itself--bold and impressive and a nappy carpet covered every inch of the floor. Rather than two separate desks one adequately spaced from the other,had been one so large, it were able to fit plenteously the two chairs and perhaps occupy a third even.

I deeply exhaled, aspiring to regulate my racing heart.

That damn man made me so furious.

There were no need for such drastic refashoining ,further more more we were faring fine with the two different desks even then, whatever the case-- why were my input not requested?

I followed with the tips of my fingers, the lengthy top of the coruscating dark wood furniture and strode along, shaking angrily my head -- the damn audaciousness of that devil.

My jaw fastened and deeply I exhaled as I settled into the opulent chair and opened the lap top. Unwrapping a minted sweet, I closed my eyed and the words which were not too long ago, to me, the Gospel entrenched, crept into my head.

I would rather be damned then to allow the measly alteration to cause me any disturbance.

Even so, in all truthfullness, antecedently, God knows it had-- so damn much it was commencing to throttle me.

"Miss Luca" observed Mr. Monteiro as he came into the space, his voice raw, velutinous, skin prickling as with extended and sophisticated strides he went to his chair and lowered his length into the seat. "You are angry."

For a short smatter of seconds, ,I stayed silent considering whether or not to answer the man until after some time had passed, I arrived at a verdict.

My engrossment had not detered from the computer's screen. "Am I?"

His chuckle was low and husky, aware and matter of fact-ly. "Your breaths are laboured and you are grinding your teeth-- you should stop doing that Miss Luca, it gives you a migraine. I--"

I snapped, intercalating him. "Why were my intake not asked for prior to the modifications Mr.Monteiro?"

"Miss Luca--"

I rose from the chair and went to stand before him. "The company is yours yes but respect goes a far way Mr. Monteiro and if you do not regard me adequately to involve me when making such decision I would recommend you begin the search for a new manager"

"Jesus Christ!" He growled, "stop cutting me when I try to speak woman" and then his soft lips were pressed against mine-- so damn fast devouring my mouth, silencing me.

For a microsecond, I were dazed by the unexpected encountering. Howbeit, as soon as I were recovered, I inflicted a deleterious blow to his face.

"Don't you dare!"

I fingered circumspectly the contused, bruised side of my face, the skin beneath the fine prickles of facial hair sensitive and stinging to the touch.

I reneged a step, my gaze never abandoning the dark igneous pools of heat belonging to the outraged woman who glared at me-- the gaze murderous.

I began rubbing my palm against my jaw, soothing the ache. "My lo-- Miss Luca I apologise. It was never my intention to come across as though I disregarded your input. I --"

She shook her head, the deed stern, rancorous. "I have no use for your apologies Mr. Monteiro. What I have a need for is your respect."

"Miss Luca" I rumbled-- threateningly after she had finished, thrusting both hands into the pants pockets, taking a small, menacing step towards her, teasing and rubbing her. "God damn it, let me speak woman because I swear if you cut me another time, I will kiss you again-- so fast and hard it will leave you breathless and gasping for air."

You must be a bloody masochist.

I smirked when she closed her eyes and shook her head-- perhaps from annoyance and though as her breathing oscillated, she remained mute.

"Why are you breathing so hard?" I provoked her, taking the other step that diminished the space which had separated us. "Is it because you are angry or because you are envisioning my lips on yours-- both our tongues entangled and you are breathing just as hard as if you had just completed a Marathon run -- open your eyes miss Luca, let me see the truth."

"I do not have the time for this nonsense." I took in the voluptuous, delectable, lush curves of her body as indignantly she sasheyed to her asserted side of desk and let down herself into the deluxe, high back chair and opened one of the drawers, withdrawing a golden fountain pen that scintillated into the natural beacon of the room. If the look onto her face was any indication of her thoughts -- she desired to jam the sharp pointed object straight through my heart.

**

A curtailed spell behind the time Miss Luca had penetrated BIENVENIDOS, I downed the remaining half bottle of water and egressed the black Bugatti Chiron parked across from the cafe and with lengthy paces, I went in after her, the tingling nuisance at the top of the door as it opened irritating and bothersome.

After the time I had ordered and collected my sole purchase-- a steaming cup of coffee, I strode to Miss Luca's table where she sat alone, cosseting her own beverage, creating impalpable adornments onto the outer part of the container never taking a sip, evidently incognizant of my company.

Her fading Hot Pink lipsticked mouth facilely trembled once or twice -- an invariable indication she had been over thinking-- mayhap of the vilest, most agonizing fashion in which to end my life.

I grinned at my line of thought which were undoubtedly veracious and as I watched the ravishing woman I loved, absent mindedly slipping the cup from one hand to the next, I envisaged taking her, nice and unhurried then wanton and heartless, right there on top of the coffee table in plain sight of all present inside of the shop.

I cleared my throat and she casted her eyes upward, sighting me her gaze became heavy and cold.

Still,I smiled and pointed to the unoccupied stool. "Is that seat taken?"

Rather than responding, she retaliated by snatching her belongings and rose to leave.

"Miss Luca" I seized the hand in which she carried her phone, halting her. "Stay with me please"

Miss Luca's gaze wandered the scantily crowded cafe until with a curt shake of her head she wordlessly reclaimed the stool she had just marooned.

As I noted Miss Luca tracing the outline of her phone case, I inaugurated the conversation. "Do you come here often?"

As if you do not know where the woman frequents.

She thought twice or maybe more times until eventually she responded. "From time to time yes. It is often quiet and the coffee is good."

I took a drag if my own drink and nearly growled in contentment. "Ah Miss Luca. Touche"