“Tell me, Raashi, how does it feel having the upper hand? Knowing that you have something that I so desperately want. Knowing that you’re just doing this to exact a fitting revenge from me.”
Her eyes flashed in fury. “You know of all the things that I regret the most in life, that night being almost at the top of the list, what I regret even more is meeting a bastard like you.”
He was so damn full of himself and right now she wanted nothing more than to slap the smirk that was beginning to form on his face.
Sameer gave her a condescending look, enraging her further and without thinking, she pressed her palms against his chest and pushed him, hard.
He didn’t budge an inch!
Instead, he chuckled. Bloody infuriating man was laughing at her. She took an irate step back but Sameer grabbed her arms and yanked her to him. Raashi fell against his chest and the air rushed out of her lungs as every part of her body came in contact with his. Her panicked eyes crashed with his. Her breath lodged in her throat as the heat from his hands seared into the bare skin of her arms and all her senses fired to life.
“No, Raashi, you’re so wrong,” Sameer leaned down to say, his voice a silken caress against her ear that made her shiver. “There’s always something that you’re going to regret even more.”
And then he covered her lips with his own. Her heart rumbled and tingles of awareness spread across her skin. While her mind instructed her to push him away, hit him or do any number of things – anything but not give in to this increasing urge to kiss him back, her body betrayed her mind by giving her completely different signals.
He was right, she would regret this even more, but right now she wanted it, she wanted this kiss like her life depended on it.She wound her arms around his neck and pushed herself more intimately against his body and kissed him.
Raashi’s lips molded his. She pecked on his lower lip and sucked his soft upper lip. God! She’d craved his taste for so long now and now that she finally had him back in her arms, she wasn’t letting him go till she had her fill. She licked the corners of his lips and his mouth dropped open.
Delighted, she delved inside his mouth and caught his tongue with her own and stroked it.
Sameer thought he would go mad. There was so much blood rushing to his head that he couldn’t think. What had started with the intention of showing her that he was in control was rapidly spiraling into a situation over which he had absolutely no control. None whatsoever. At this moment, all he was aware of was the feel of Raashi in his arms. Her body pressed flush against his, her breasts straining against his chest, her lips and tongue dancing with his. He wanted nothing more than to lift her and lay her down on her neatly organized desk and bury himself deep inside her lush body.
He let her stay in control for a moment more. He let her do as she wished with his mouth and lips for a few seconds more. Then he sank his hands in her soft hair, held her in place and swooped in to devour her mouth.
He kissed her possessively, deeply, stealing her breath. He rained kissed down her lips before he plunged inside her mouth, reveling in her unique taste, caressing her tongue with his.
Raashi wasn’t sure how she was able to breathe. All she knew was that she was depending on him for it. She ran her hands through his hair, thrilled to be doing the one thing she had been itching to do since he had walked into her office. She moaned when he moved his lips from her mouth to the side of her neck and kissed her there, inching his mouth lower down her throat and down the exposed part of her neck.
She lifted his head and brought his mouth back onto hers, kissing him fervently, sinking into the warmth of his mouth, thrilled when he kissed her back with heated intensity. A joy so profound was invading her thoughts that she wanted nothing more but for this crazy moment to go on, to let this kiss come to its obvious conclusion, to let him...
“Oh, My God!” Raashi heard Jiya remark from the door. And then, “I knocked, I swear I did.”
They sprang apart, their eyes on each other. Raashi brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face, her hand shaking.
Sameer looked at her swollen lips and narrowed his eyes.
“This isn’t over!” he announced.
And then he marched off, leaving her to wonder whether he was talking about their discussion or the undeniable passion that had flared between the two of them.
“Whatwasthatabout?” Jiya asked a moment later.
“Not now, Jiya,” Raashi snapped.
But Jiya was unperturbed. “That’s the second time in an hour that you’ve brushed me off regarding Sameer Sehgal. You have to talk to me about what happened just now. I did see the two of you kissing,” Jiya shook her head. “Scratch that. You weren’t just kissing him, Raashi, you were devouring him.”
Raashi remained silent. She had to talk to her sister. She couldn’t tell her the entire truth though. Jiya was her younger sister and what sort of example would she be setting for her if she told her about her one-night stand with Sameer. But she had to tell her something.
“Sameer Sehgal is Janak’s grandson, Sheena’s cousin.”
“Oh! Of course! Now I know why his name sounded familiar. But why was he so insistent on seeing you?” Jiya asked, resting a hip on Raashi’s desk, placing the papers she was holding in her hands next to her.
“Janak gifted me a piece of land on Marine Drive without Sameer’s knowledge and now Sameer wants it back. He is trying to buy it back from me and is ready to pay any price for it.”
“You get a prime piece of land in Mumbai as a gift and now someone is willing to pay any price you name for it and you don’t want to sell, because?”
“Because the land is perfect. It has this beautiful heritage villa that can be converted to a wonderful vintage style restaurant. I am going to make it one of the best in the country. I want to work towards making it a Michelin star restaurant,” Raashi said.
