It had been that blissful over the past week; serenity washed over her soul as his body wrapped around hers, his warmth and heartbeat entangled with hers in the most beautiful rhythmical dance of the salsa. Calming and soothing and yet arousing, being with Andre surpassed what she had dreamed of.It could almost be properly said that he lived in her apartment now; her bathtub was lined with his body products and her closet held some of his clothes and shoes and underwear. Not that he needed them when he was with her anyway, but he wasn't unemployed like her and still went to work from her house. The beautiful articles of clothing he wore however made a trail on the floors as soon as he returned to her apartment, his lips descending on hers.Sometimes he was quite busy with his laptop or spent his time on the phone giving instructions, a sight which was always hilarious to her because he was clad in his glowing tanned skin most of the time, and she found her naughty side reaching for h

Clara adjusted her sunshades as she rolled her box away from the airport terminal, her slender body clad in a bright yellow summer dress which rode down to her ankles, her exposed arms glowing with the natural tan she had acquired from hours of working on the farm.It had been good to be home, but it felt even better returning to the setting sun of Manhattan which didn't signal the end of a busy day. People briskly made their way past her, hurrying to catch the next flight. If it were a weekend, people like Andre would only be preparing for their night ventures at the club. Thoughts of him reminded her of the message he had left just before she boarded a flight; precise and detailed in informing her that someone would come to pick her up at the airport. She was smiling again as she thought of him, which was virtually all she had done since that gesture of reconciliation between them. He had called every evening to ask how her day had been and without making any pretence, she had be

The best part of soap operas were the plot twists; especially the unexpected ones. For her, it was the part where the lead character returned after a long time to take back what they had lost. She enjoyed it the most when the lead made a grand comeback, the type which held every attention captive and lured it into revolving around them. Clara Lynn had decided that if she were to be a heroine in a fictional tale, she would make choices that would lessen her predictability as much as possible, while at the same time keeping the audience on their toes. Because it was all she could think of, she discarded the idea of wearing the accessories Andre had gifted her at the last minute, choosing a pair of skin embracing thigh high platform boots which boasted of confidence and dripped a spicy sauce of sexiness. Cladding her body was navy-blue power jacket which extended to the thighs, its buttons matching the champagne gold zip running from the top to the bottom of the boots. Perhaps she

Her new office was a masterpiece. From its expansive size to the originality Incorporated into the design of each flooring, wallpaper, lightening and furniture, it was akin to being in an official presidential suite. Clara was astounded even before she stepped into her office; the reception itself had first caught her in awe with the calligraphic inscription above the door, 'Clara Lynn, Fashion Design Technician.' It was a moderate sized room which had been recently renovated as well and held small tables and moveable seating in a stylish, elegant way. Adjacent the reception was Jessica's office which was labelled in her name as Clara's personal assistant, exuding the same clean professional energy which couldn't even enable anyone see her position as anything less than serious business. Then there was her office which was designed and furnished to taste, its elegance matching that of a Queen with glass bookcase for documents and the latest design of the company's invention place

"Safely arrived with the VIP, over." Clara bit deep into her nails, her eyes still unsteady as it roamed through the window, the position her head had been in since she was escorted into the limo. On each side of her were security agents communicating from time to time over the earplugs stuck in their ears.Just how the fuck had a funny romantic call taken an action note?The car halted in front of Andre's building and the door was opened from one side. She watched as two female agents came down first and did a sweep of the environment, her body fidgeting in fear. Why had she been followed? Andre seemed to know a lot more than she did. "Ma'am, it's safe to alight now." One of the female agents who acted like the leader said to her, gesturing with her hands. Clara swung her small purse over her shoulder and placed one wobbly foot in front of the other, sucking in a deep breath as they led her into the building.Seemed as though she suddenly became invalid whenever she came to Andre's