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“Look, I don’t want to color your mind. Take your time and check everything out. Go over every transaction, and once you’ve done that, we can talk again. However, this stays between you and me. You will report only to me on this. This is extremely vital. Is that clear, Jiya?”
“And you trust me with this? Why?”
“Instinct. And I believe I am a good judge of people, mostly. So, don’t let me down.”
“I won’t,” she said as she pocketed the pen drives. “I already have a load of things on my plate that Mr. Modi has asked me to do. I’ll work on this from home then.”
“You don’t mind?”
She smiled and stood. “Like I told you in London, numbers are my thing. And it’s not like I know anyone in Delhi to have a rocking nightlife.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he also lived in Delhi, and she knew him. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t encourage her in any way. He was her boss now, and the only relationship he could have with her was that of a boss and an employee.
He followed her to his office door, but instead of opening it, she whirled to face him…and suddenly, she was standing too close to him. He inhaled, and her tropical scent washed over him. He hadn’t imagined it; his office was indeed fragrant with her scent.
Something flared in her eyes—it was the same feeling erupting in his chest…one that he refused to name. She licked her lips, and his eyes zeroed in on that subtle movement. Look away, he reminded himself.
He cleared his throat. “Have a good first week, Jiya.”
“I’ll get back to you on your assignment when I can. As you know, it will take time.”
There was a knock on the door, and in the next second, the door was flung open, hitting Jiya straight on her back.
“Owww…” she yelped, stumbling forward. Rohan caught her a second before she could crash face down on the floor.
Rohan didn’t even look at the person who had entered. His entire focus was on the woman in his arms, her eyes squeezed shut, holding on to him as if her life depended on it.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry.” It was Akash Karia—the young man Janak Sehgal had requested him to take under his wing for a few months.
Akash looked distraught. “I didn’t know someone was standing by the door. I actually came to tell you that…” His gaze narrowed on Jiya, and his brow marred.
Rohan glowered at him, and he backed away. Akash shut the door and disappeared from sight.
Rohan focused on Jiya again, who was still holding on to him tightly.
He inhaled, and her fresh scent invaded his nostrils, bringing all his senses to life. Her entire body was crushed against his hard one, making him realize how soft she was. A strange sensation was beginning to light him up. His body was beginning to warm wherever it touched hers. He gulped. He knew what he was feeling. He just refused to admit it, even to himself.
“Hey,” he said softly. “You can open your eyes. I’ve got you.”
When she didn’t respond, he squeezed her waist, and she shrieked in pain. Her eyes flew open. She straightened immediately, clutching her back.
Worry flashed through him. “What happened? Are you hurt?”
Her throat bobbed, and her expression was one of agony. She looked at the floor, her eyes blinking rapidly. “I think I hurt my back. I just… I need a moment to gather myself. I’ll see you later.”
She turned, her hand on her back, ready to go, when he caught her elbow. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears.
“Shit. You’re crying?”
“No.”
He arched a brow at her false bravado. “No?”
She looked ready to bolt again, so he led her to one of the couches lining a wall and pushed her onto one, kneeling in front of her.
She blinked furiously. “Sorry, my threshold for pain is quite low. I’ll be fine in a few minutes, I’m sure.”
He saw the tears shining in her eyes. Tears she was desperately trying to hide. His heart knotted at the thought of this bold, beautiful woman wanting to hide her vulnerability from him. He grabbed a bottle of water from the table behind him and handed it to her.
