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“I’m not going to answer that.”
She tightened her jaw. “Remember, you owe me a question, Mr. Bali.”
“Right, I remember that,” he breathed out. “Ask.”
“Are you attracted to me or not?” She finally asked what she’d wanted to ask that very day when they’d run into each other at the airport in London. That day, perhaps, would have been too premature to ask this; tonight, it most certainly was the right time.
He stared at her for a long moment. “I shouldn’t be answering this.”
His breathing was all ragged. His hand lingered on her wrist, rubbing circles on her soft skin as if helplessly drawn to her, refuting his own words. His eyes, those gorgeous grey orbs, darkened to black as he stared at her. She found herself getting lost in them and him. He was like the sun, bright, all-consuming, and she couldn’t help being drawn into his orbit.
A shaky breath left her lips. What was wrong with her? She ought to be running far away from him. He’d told her he didn’t want her. He refused to accept that he was attracted to her. For heaven’s sake, he was on a date with another woman. Yet, she stood in front of him, unable to tear her gaze away from him. But she had to leave. For her own sanity.
She shifted, intending to move away. His grip on her wrist tightened. Her skin heated. She shook her head, and a loose strand of hair fell on her chest. Rohan’s attention shifted onto it and stayed. She watched as his other hand rubbed the strand between his fingers.
“Red silk…” he muttered, “So soft, so sexy...”
They stood like that, her hand still above his rapidly beating heart, his one hand around her wrist, and the other playing with her hair. It felt so intimate, so perfect. Her brain was warning her that she needed to go. That she ought to stop whatever it was, she had begun with him.
Her mouth, however, didn’t heed her brain’s warning. “I suppose I’ve proved that you do feel something for me. That no matter your reluctance, you are attracted to me.”
His eyes softened. “I’m not the man for you, Jiya. We will never have a future.”
“Future?” She clucked her tongue. “The future is too damn far away. Can we live in the moment first?”
“Like I said, so feisty, so bold, and so vocal. You are too much trouble. I ought to be staying far away from you. And yet…”
His mouth said one thing, and his hands did the opposite. He tugged at her wrist and pulled her closer. They were so close that their breaths mingled. She inhaled his scent— leather and musk, so sexy. She was losing herself again…in him. She cleared her mind, not wanting his nearness to overcome her. She tried to push against his chest; it only resulted in him pulling her closer.
“I really should let you go,” he whispered, putting both his arms around her, trapping her to him.
“Then stop this madness and let me go.”
He leaned down, his lips hovering an inch over hers. “Fuck. That’s just the problem. I can’t seem to let you go.”
And then his lips claimed hers. All her thoughts disintegrated. Her arms folded around his neck as she welcomed him in her mouth. He kissed her like she was the oxygen he needed to breathe like she was water in an arid desert. He plundered her mouth and lips, again and again. His tongue touched hers, and shivers cascaded down her skin. She was drowning in a flood of want. Desire burned thickly between them, the evidence of his desire stark against her belly. She rejoiced in the fact that she was the one who’d brought this man to this point. His hands wandered over her body, sliding up her sides as if learning her shape. Her mouth clung to his, a torrent of pleasure flooding her senses, making her feel so much, making her want even more, and she didn’t want to end that feeling…ever.
“Bloody hell, Jiya. I knew it.”
Despite hearing Akash’s voice, Rohan continued his assault on her mouth for a few more seconds. He continued to kiss her, uncaring that Akash was standing right there, watching them. She was breathless when he released her.
Still not looking at Akash, Rohan wiped her mouth with his thumb. “You need to go fix your lipstick.”
And then he turned around and left.
Akash crossed his arms over his chest, watching her.
“Wait here. I’ll be back,” Jiya told him.
She dashed into the ladies’ room, quickly wiping her mouth and reapplying her lipstick. She studied her reflection. Her eyes were bright, and her lips were swollen. She pressed them together a few times, hoping she looked fine.
When she returned outside, Akash was waiting for her.
“You were taking too long and Janak was worried about you,” he explained.
Her cheeks flamed. Akash had caught her kissing their boss. So embarrassing. She looked away from him.
He nudged her shoulder with his. “I already suspected you liked him, and now I saw the proof with my own eyes.”
