☆Slightly Mature Content at the End☆

On the other side of town, Swara heaved a sigh at the mountain of paper work on her desk. The muscles in her neck & shoulders contracted, sending spike of pain straight into the center of her brain. The frequency & intensity of those headaches were directly propotional to the ever growing stress in her life. With a groan, she yanked open her bottom desk drawer & rummaged for the bottles of aspirin she kept there. Something had to change or her head would explode. As she washed down two caplets with a drink of bottled water, her cell phone vibrated. She didn't had to look at the called ID to know who it was on the other end of the line. Sameer had had numerous voicemails since their encounter at Felony, most of which Swara has deleted unheard. They ranged from angry to indifferent, with requests to collect his belongings from her house,meet for lunch, or concern for her general welfare. Infact, he'd called her more in the last few days than he had in the past 3 months of their relationship.

Seeking more pleasant thoughts, she chewed on the end of her pencil & stared out the window of her office with visions of Sanskar in her mind.(Yeh toh hona hi tha😉). The weekend was only few days away & she was tempted to make a return appearance at Felony but feared she'd lose another pair of pa*ti*s & maybe her self-respect in the process. There was something about that guy that she couldn't resist. The memory of his embrace sent her pulse into overdrive. Heat rushed from her chest up to neck then into her face. She fanned her cheeks with the weekly financial statements.

With her eyes closed, she could remember his scent, a mixture of soap & leather combined with a whiff of tobacco. She felt the touch of his calloused palms as they slid up her thighs & the tickle of his bearded stubble on her chin as he nibbled at her neck.

Her breath came short at the memory.

The phone rang & she jumped.

Ragini- Your lunch is here.

Ragini, the crabby middle-aged receptionist buzed in on the intercom, raspy voice tinged with irritation. She made no attempt to hide her dislike of Swara.

Swara- Huh? What luch? I didn't order lunch.

Swara disconnected the call, but Ragini rang back immediately.

Ragini- He said he's not leaving until you see him.

Ragini's voice lowered to a confidential whisper.

Ragini- I really think you're going to want to talk to this guy

Swara- Fine. Send him in.

Annoyed, Swara spun around in her chair & made a move to stand.

Swara- I've got to get a better receptionist.

The door swung open. Sanskar strode into the office, looking cool & casual in a black cotton T-shirt with the word Anarchy splashed across the chest & black jeans faded to a soft grey at the knees. Under each arm, he carried a large brown paper bag. The scent of garlic & spices wafted in with him underscored by the scent of soap & aftershave. He flashed a blinding smile at her, all full lips & wgite teeth, punctuated by dimples. She'd never seen him in the daylight except in her daydreams. To see him standing live & in the flesh in the middle of her office rendered her speechless. A vague sense of anticipation pitted deep in her belly. It was a little like finding a panther in your parlor; beautiful & dangerous with the knowledge that something might get broken.

Too shocked to speak, she could only gape at him. Her office was large by most standards, but he filled the room with his presence. Even, five paces away, she could feel the heat of his body & the pull of attraction. And he'd brought food. Her stomach growled, stirred to life by the delicious aroma of spices.

Sanskar- Well, hello to you, too.

Without waiting for a reply, he took a quick look around & set the bags down on the coffee table next to the windows.

Sanskar- God, Swara. This view is fan-fu*king-tastic!

He stood in front of the windows with his back to her, showing the broad line of his shoulders & back, narrow hips,& the snug curve of denim over a perfect ass. The stark black lines of tattoos snaked out beneath the short sleeves of his t-shirt, at odds with the vintage chic of her office. Oblivious to her surprise, he turned & walked the perimeter of the room, trailing a hand over the furniture as he walked.

He paused in front of the framed diplomas hanging on the wall & turned to cock an eyebrow at her.

Sanskar- Double major & a masters? I knew you were beautiful, but smart too?

Whispers & giggles from the hallway drew her attention back to the door of her office where two marketing assistants lingered, eyes wide with admiration for Sanskar. With a stormy glare, she walked over to the door & closed in on their noses then swallowed hard to regain her composure by the time sge turned to face him.

Swara- Are you crazy? What are you doing here?

He was smiling at her, dimples ablaze.

She tried not to smile back, but it was impossible. He'd been thinking about her, too. The idea warmed her insides like full blown sunshine after a thunderstorm.

Sanskar- I brought lunch.

He said, striding back to the coffee table.

Sanskar- I wasn't sure what you liked so I took a chance on Italian. I hope that's okay.

As he spoke, he delved into the bags & placed containers of food on the table. It was more than okay; the only thing she liked better than pasta was Sanskar's dimples.😍

Swara- Do you do this often? Surpise random women with lunch?

She peeked into one of the bags, intrigued.

Sanskar- Never. And you are definately not random.

The dimples flashed.

Sanskar- Look I've got a tight schedule today, so we've got to make this quick. Gotta be out of here in 30 minutes, I've got two interviews for a new waitress. And God knows I need them bad.

As he spoke, he placed two cloth placements with matching napkins, plates, & silverware on the table then proceeded to pour sparkling Pellegrino into two plasric chamagne flutes, garnished them with lemon wedges. The attention to detail surprised her. Just exactly what was he up to? This wasnt some sleazy takeout, he had put thought into this meal. She tried & failed to think of anytime that Sameer had done something like this for her. Her traitorous stomatch growled again.

Swara- I don't usually eat lunch.

She said weakly as another wave of delightful scents hit her nose. As a former fat girl, she gained weight just from looking at anything that smelled so wonderful.

Sanskar- Bullshit.

He stopped long enough to give her appraising look & shake his head.

Sanskar- I like girl with a little meat on her bones, & believe me. Swara, you've got it all in the right places. Besides, I can help you work that off later.

One of his gracful eyebrows shot up in mischief.

The feast presented too much temptation to be ignored, no matter what the motives behind it. A colorful salad tossed with red wine & vinegar dressing. Tender chicken medllions nestled in a bed of angel pasta tossed with olive oil, sundried tomatoes, & artichokes to to which he applied a dusting of freshly grated parmeson cheese. Garlic bread still steaming from the oven brought a fresh flood of saliva to her mouth. Another container held classic spaghetti with tomato sauce & meatballs the size of her fist. As if that weren't enough, he opened the final container filled with two slices of cheesecake.😋

Sanskar- I supose I can a few minutes.

Hunger pangs & pysical attraction to him weakened her resolve.

How often did a gorgeous guy bring lunch to her office?

Never.
She sat down in the blue leather wingback chair across from him, determined to enjoy the rare treat.

Swara- Where did you get this?

Sanskar- There's a great bisto down the street. Remind me to take you there sometime. Laksh, the owner, is a friend of mine.Which do you want? The chicken or the meatballs?

Swara- Can I have a little of both?

He raised a eyebrow in surprise, but smiled.😃

Sanskar- You can have anything you want, sweetheart.😄

He dished out a generous portion of each onto her plate.

Sanskar- Now-- you eat & I'll talk.

Her fork, laden with a hefty bite of angel hair, froze in midair. She had a thing about eating in front of a men, the remnants of a chubby childhood.

Swara- No, I'm not eating unless you do.

Sanskar- Fine.

He twirled a generous amount of spaghetti onto his fork & shoved it into his mouth.

Satisfied, she took a bite off her own plate & moaned in pure ecstasy. It was delicious. He smiled.

Sanskar- Wait, until you try cheesecake.😋

Swara- I don't eat dessert.

As soon as she spoke, she regretted the words. One look at the creamy wedges drizzled with balck cherries & a dollop og fresh whipped cream brought a fresh flood of saliva to her palate. She had to watch every calorie that went into her mouth; she could gain weight just from looking at the cheesecake. It was as if he knew all of her weaknesses & preyed upto them.

Swara- Tell me the truth. You're the devil aren't you?

He chuckled in genuine amusement.

Sanskar- I love cheesecake. (Me too, I don't know how i'm writing this. My mouth is watering like tsumani😋😂)

He replied, eyes glued to her lips.😌

Sanskar- But when I eat iy. It usually involves nudity & a necktie.😂😉

The image caused her to choke on a bite of chicken. He thumbed her on the back but didn't laugh for which she was thankful. A necktie? Holy crap!
Her insides quivered with all the possibilities that involved.

Sanskar- You didn't come to the bar last weekend? I thought maybe you got back with your douche bag Sameer.

With his index finger, he wiped a drop of tomato sauce from her chin then sucked it from his finger.

Swara- He is not my douche bag. Not anymore.

She took a piece of garlic bread, broke it into halves & dipped it in the spaghetti sauce.

Sanskar- What did you ever see in that guy, anyway?

She hunched her shoulders hunched forward & concentrated on her plate.

Swara- He's not a bad guy. Not really. Sometimes good people do bad things. And as much as I hate to admit it, it's not all his fault.

He snorted & put another piece of bread on her plate then refilled her glass. If only he had something stronger to put in it.

Sanskar- Somehow I doubt it. A guy would be stupid to throw someone like you away.

The unexpected compliment warmed her, but she shook her head in disagreement.

Swara- No, I've been thinking about it a lot. I've been pushing him away for a long time. I never had time for him. There was always something going on with work.😞

Sanskar- Are you still in love with him?

There it was. The million dollar question. The very thing that kept her awake for the last three nights. Did she still love Sameer?

It was hard to love someone who had conspired to deceive her. Staring into Sanskar's brown eyes made it even more difficult to remember having felt anything at all for Sameer.

Swara- Why are you here, Sanskar? For real. And how did you know where I worked?

A prompt change of subject matter seemed prudent.

Sanskar- I saw your ID badge in your purse the other night.

Sanskar leaned back into his chair. He had a way of looking at her as if she mattered, as if he saw something worthwhile in her. It sent shivers down her back.

Sanskar- Your nose is crooked. Just a little right there.

He touched the bridge of her nose with the tip of his finger.

Swara- I broke it when I was 12.

She ran her finger over the length of her nose.

Swara- I fell of a horse. My dad always wanted me to get it fixed, but I don't see the point really.

Sanskar- Don't.

He put a finger beneath her chin & tilted her face up to stare into her eyes.

Heat rushed into her cheeks under the scrutiny.

Sanskar- It makes you interesting...different...beautiful.

The very notion that Sanskar, the epitome of male perfection thought she was beautiful a hint of a smile to her lips.

Her initial perception of him as shallow womanizer & the reality of who he was were two different things.

Charming, witty, & handsome. A tripple threat by all accounts. He was so much more than she'd ever imagined & every minute she spent in his company only intensified her pathetic school girl crush.

When he took his finger from her chin & leaned back, she let out a dreamy sigh. He brought her food, for goodness sake - good food - & he was looking damn fine today. What woman could resist that?

Swara- I'm not going to sleep with you, Sanskar.

Even she wasn't fooled by the conviction by her words.

Sanskar- Beautiful & presumtuous. Did I said anything about s*x? No. I didn't. Besides. I'm still trying to make up my mind about you.

She leaned forward & her blouse fell open to reveal the swell of one br*a*t. The sweep of his gaze across her cleavage sent butterflies into her stomach as if he'd touched her there. How did that happened?

One wayward glance from him had her p*nt*es in twist.

Swara- So which one did you go home with last Friday? The Redhead or Miss Ponytail?

Sanskar- Now you really are pissing me off.

He said with a scowl.

Swara- I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just trying to understand. I've been going to Felony for a long time & you always leave with someone. I'm not stupid enough to think that you changed overnight.😏

Sanskar- That's fair.

He brushed bread crumbs from his shirt & tossed the napkin onto his empty plate.

Sanskar- Believe it or not, I went home alone.

His answer took her by surprise. She didn't want to believe him, but one look into his dark eyes & she had no doubt that he spoke the truth. Eyes like that didn't lie. The clarity of their brown depths spoke volumes about his sincerity. He stared back at her with one eyebrow cocked as if daring her to challenge his answer. She cleared her throat & tried to look away but couldn't. No, if there was one thing she knew for certain, Sanskar didn't lie. He didn't need to.

She shook her head to break the spell. A few more minutes of his heated chocolate stare & she'd be flat on her back with her legs in the air. Then the office gossips really would have something to talk about.

Swara- Thanks for lunch.

Sanskar- We aren't done yet.

He glanced at the brass & mahogany grandfather clock behind her.

Sanskar- I still have another ten minutes of your time.

She stood & he rose with her, a lithe & graceful motion.

Sanskar- You want to know what I think?

Swara- Does it matter? I'm sure you're going to tell me anyway.

She took a step backward & he moved with her, herding her backward in a seductive dance until the backs of her thighs came up against the desk, so close that her skin prickled with a sudden rush of heat.

Sanskar- I think that if you were really into Sameer, you would've made the time for him. I think that you're secretly relieved to be free of him & feeling guilty about it. I think that deep down inside you're dying to break out of this cage you've built for yourself with someone who knows how to give a girl what she needs.

Despite the climate controlled environment, her temperature shot up another degree. Those brown eyes bored into her, fringed by ridiculously long black eyelashes, the irises flecked with black & gold and turning darker by the second.

Swara- And I suppose you think that you have what I need.

It was a stupid statement; by the size of the bulge in his jeans, he had what every women needed.🙈

Her heart stuttered, stopped, & started up again with the notion that he was going to kiss her...right in the middle of her office...in broad daylight.
He licked his lips, & sge mimicked the action without conscious thought. Her gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes & back again.

Sanskar- What is it you need, Swara? All you have do is ask for it & I'll be more than happy to give it to you.

A dozen illicit thoughts thoughts ran through her mind all at once. She needed a lot of things & most of them culminayed with Sanskar b/w her legs. She sucked in a ragged breath, tried & failed to think about anything that didn't involve tearing off his clothes. All the moisture left her mouth. With his nose next to her ear, the warmth of his breath sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. He inhaled through his nose as if testing the bouquet of a fine wine.

Sanskar- You ever f*ck someone, Swara? I'm not talking about prim & proper missionary position in the dark. I'm talking about a ball-slapping, headboard-banging, sweaty f*ck. Hard, deep. And very...very...slow.

The breath caught in her throat then escape with a small, strangled noise like a drowning cat. He hadn't touched her but sge could feel the heat from his chest seeping through her blouse to her br*a*ts, bringing the ni**l*s to rigid peaks. He leaned forward, his lips millimeters from her ear, his breath hot on her earlobe. The scent of his soap, ckean & fresh, filled her nostrils. She let out another shuddering & gripped the edge of the desk.

Swara- I wished you wouldn't talk like that.

She whispered,focusing her attention on his hand which had come to rest next to hers on the desk as he leaned onto her.

The soft denim of gis jeans rubbed against her knees & with the slighest pleasure, wedged them apart, forcing her to sit back on the desk.

Sanskar- Why? Does it make you hot for me?

The words scorched aginst her ear. She angled her head & his lips brushed the fluttering pulse point at the angel of her jaw.

Swara- Yes.

The admission slipped out b4 she could stop it. All that testosterone affected her like a truth serum, as well as aphrodisiac, & had her wanting to shout of absurd confessions.

Sanskar- Do you think about f*cking me?

Swara- Yes.

Good lord, wasn't that obvious? As if in proof, a shudder of pleasure rippled through her. If he didn't stopped talking like that she was going to come b4 he even touched her.

The hand on the desk moved to trace down the length of her hip & thigh until his fingertips rested on the tender skin in the crook of her knee. With the slightest of pleasure, he lifted her knee & hooked her calf over his hip. Both of his hands swept up underneath her skirt, skimming her thighs.

Sanskar- Maybe you'll let me have a little taste of this tonight?

One of his fingertips traced along the edge of her p*nt*es & slipped inside the elastic boundary.

God! Sweat broke out on her upper lip. If he laid her out on the desk, swept all the papers to the floor,& took her right there she would be powerless to stop him. In fact, she hoped that he would. Screw the office gossips. She'd give them something to talk about for years.

His nose nuzzled along the curve of her jaw & down her neck to place a kiss on the hollow of her throat, the scruff of his bearded stubble tickling her skin. Then, to her great dissapointment, he released her & stepped back.

It took a full thirty seconds for her mind to regroup & her breathing to return to normal. A full minute passed b4 the moisture returned to her mouth. Whe it did, she stood up, straightened her skirt with a twitch, relieved to feel her p*nt*es in place,& tried to gather the shreads of her dignity.

Sanskar- Just a preview. Give you something to think bout today.

He smiled & she smiled back.

Sanskar- Any objections?

Swara- No... no...not that I can think of.

To be honest, every thought in her head had been chased away by the violent eddy of her turbulent hormones.

Swara- You're like some kind of s*xual Pied Piper, aren't you?

She whispered in awe.

Sanskar- Gotta a jet, babygirl.

He quickly gathered up the plates & leftover food & strode toward the door. She looked down & saw her ni**l*s full alert, straining against the thin silk of her blouse. Color flooded her cheeks as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Sanskar- I'll meet you downstairs at five-thirty.

He said & disappeared out the door.

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