My hot Italian principal

8. Magical.

Beverly
"Love is magical."

AMIDST THE EXCITEMENT of meeting potential investors tomorrow, was a brewing tension that I would fail to please them; invariably losing this great opportunity to grow my restaurant. Even Liz's assurance did little in curbing my anxiety, especially as I wasn't able to visit the salon. I had no idea how I was going to tame my afro hair. But as always, Emiliano came to the rescue. I was sitting on the rug while he made my hair into the style he had in mind imitating the movements of the woman on the screen.

Though I taught him last two Christmases ago when we first met, he had gotten a little rusty because of a lack of consistency which was my fault because I didn't trust him to make professional styles. However, I had no choice. He said he was not going to weave exactly what was on the screen, and I could not wait to see what he had up his sleeves. Hopefully, it served its purpose.

"The way I see it; you have to make do with whatever I come up with." He chuckled, bending to leave a quick kiss on my neck.

"You are going to blow their minds off tomorrow I assure you. They will all be awestruck."

"Don't hold your breath." I laughed, tempted to run off to the room just to see what was going on with my hair.

"I believe you."

"You might eat your words. Ahhh!" I screamed, feeling a sharp sting in the crook of my neck. He just bit me!

"I would rather eat you." He teased, kissing the spot. I rolled my eyes, hitting his feet with the comb. He gasped, yelling playfully. "This is domestic violence!"

"Oh, stop being dramatic. Your students should see you at home so they know you are human." I giggled. "Speaking of which, how did your meeting go on Monday? Tell me now that you don't seem so stressed."

He exhaled, "Nicholas called to see me a million times before the meeting. I ignored him because obviously, he had nothing serious to tell me, and would only end up making me begin late. A minute before the meeting and Mrs. Ashanti came to my office to request that I answer his call. He had threatened to lay her off."

"He did?"

"Yes. I was so pissed, Jesus! He wanted to remind me of the cricket game I had promised to join him for this Sunday. I started the meeting a bit late. However, it was worth it. Ashanti is my best teacher and I cannot afford to compromise her."

"Little wonder you looked so stressed. He's going to grill you hard before signing those papers. I understand that he's lonely and sees you as a son, but I wish he could be less demanding. I could probably talk to him."

"There will be no need for that." He chuckled, expertly tickling my ribs when he noticed how tensed I became. I almost jumped up in laughter, but he held me back.

"Don't tickle me!" I warned, pointing at him, but could not maintain a straight face. I turned back, and he resumed his work on my hair. "How do you find the new kids? Did anyone trouble you?"

"I do not give them the opportunity to. But, I did meet one that attempted, Liliana Albert. Senator Jack Albert's daughter."

Sometimes, I couldn't help but be jealous of his school, office, of everything that spent all day with him in it or with it. I wished I had the opportunity to be by him always, and I knew that he did even more.