Prologue:
Kripa Kapoor was surrounded by testosterone. Not everyday, average testosterone but the heavy-duty testosterone that could only belong to athletes. She couldn't stop staring at the quarterbacks, the baseball stars and other large, muscular guests attending her cousin Nishant's wedding reception. The bride, Gauri Sharma, her sisters and their friends appeared unfazed by so many hot men in one place. As publicists for the E-News, a PR firm specializing in athletes, they were probably used to the sight. As a single woman more accustomed to living and working as a social director at a Fort Lauderdale retirement community owned by her relatives, Kripa was out of her element.
But that was about to change. Starting in January, Kripa would be working at the E-News, too, and she'd have to learn how to handle herself around these big-shot athletes without melting at their feet. She'd already made a few trips to the city and had begun settling into the apartment she had leased. After spending the holidays with her family, Kripa would be leaving her easy life behind.
She's turned twenty-five on Halloween—there was some irony there, she was sure—and she's woken up, looked at her life and realized a change was long overdue. She belonged in a crowd of young people, not refereeing irreverent retirees who preferred skinny-dipping to swimming with bathing suits and Long Island ice teas to the nonalcoholic variety. But she was worried about the trouble her mother and her friends could get into left on their own.
Which reminded her…She scanned the area looking for her family. The acreage was huge, the view beautiful. Kripa couldn't find her mother or her aunt Ruby, but she consoled herself with the notion that if she couldn't see or hear them, they couldn't be causing a ruckus. That had to be a good sign. Especially since the reception was being held at the Brandon, Mississippi, estate of Aprajit Dev, the man who'd raised Nishant as his own son.
She prayed her mother and her aunt would behave for a change. As she's instructed them this morning, no playing tag in the yard. Her relatives lived to enjoy life. And they did—a little too much sometimes, which often got them into trouble, making them all the object of public ridicule. It had often been a point of contention between her parents when her father was alive. When Kripa had made the decision to move back home and had taken the job as director, aka babysitter, she'd known her father, who'd died when she was twelve, would approve.
The sun beat down on her head and she envied Dev's guests who had parasols to shade themselves from the heated rays. The humidity was really getting to her. Her skin was sticky beneath her dress as she strode to the bar.
"Can I get a drink?" a deep male voice asked.
Kripa turned, shading her eyes against the glare of the sun, and stared into the most gorgeous face she's ever seen on a man. His eyes were deep shade of green, his features more chiseled than rugged, and when he smiled, dimples embraced his white teeth and oh-so-sexy smile.
"I was just about to order a cola," she said.
"I think I can manage that for you." His easy going smile grew wider. "Do not go anywhere."
Kripa wouldn't dream of it. It was one thing to be surrounded by testosterone, another to have one of these men turn his attention her way. Heat suffused her and her pulse rate kicked up so she found it hard to breathe. Kripa wasn't a nun and she'd been with her share of men, but she'd never dated a guy as rugged and…well, hot as this man.
He eased his way between the people at the bar and quickly returned with her drink in one hand, one for himself in the other. "Here you go."
She accepted the glass. "Thank you."
"My pleasure." He nodded and tipped his glass, clinking it against hers. "So, pretty lady, are you a guest of the bride or the groom?"
She tried not to preen under the compliment, but he'd gotten under her skin already. "I'm a guest of the groom. Nishant is my cousin," she explained, before taking a cool, welcome sip of her soda. "What about you? Which side of family do you know?"
"I'm a guest of both, actually."
"Which would make you a client of the E-News PR and Athletes Only?" she said, referring to her uncle's sports agency.
"Not only beautiful but perceptive as well."
She was certain she blushed. "What sport do you play?"
"You don't know who I am?" His eyes widened. "I'm wounded," he said in an affected tone with a little boy's hurt in his expression. But immediate laughter let her know he was just teasing.
Kripa smiled, enjoying his sense of humor and easygoing personality. The attraction went without saying. The man was definitely irresistible.
"Angad Khanna, New York Renegades center fielder at your service." He tipped his head toward her, then extended his hand.
"Kripa Kapoor." She placed her palm inside his. Searing heat branded her, sizzling up her arm and into her chest, knocking the wind out of her completely.
Wow.
She'd never had such an intense reaction to a man before. She caught a whiff of his sensual cologne, which caused an erotic spike in her body temperature. "It's nice to meet you, Khanna."
A cute smile pulled his lips. "It's nice to meet you, too, Kripa Kapoor." His voice dropped a husky octave.
She ran her tongue over her dry lips. "So what table are you seated at?" she asked him.
He'd been holding her gaze with a look hot enough to melt the ice sculptures she's seen earlier, but suddenly he twisted his body, looking around before turning back to her again. "Listen, the seating is…um…complicated."
"Tell me about it. It's a wedding. Seating is always complicated. I'm just hoping I'm not at the same table as my mom and her sister." Kripa had picked up her place card earlier, but she hadn't seen her relatives since they'd left the ceremony to ask where they were seated. Kripa rolled her eyes at her predicament and laughed.
Angad didn't join her. "It's not that kind of complicated." He mulled something over in his mind for a while before finally speaking. "I just didn't expect to meet someone like you here," he said, warmth and something inherently more in his tone.
"Tell me about it." She hadn't come here with a date or intending to meet a man, either, but she was definitely glad she had met one. Now she didn't have to survive awkward moments during slow songs. If Angad didn't ask her to dance, maybe she'd just ask him instead. Though that sounded more like something her Kripa wouldn't dream of, this man was worth stepping out of her comfort zone for. A tingle of anticipation rippled through her at the thought of a slow dance, his arms wrapped around her waist…
He bent his head close to hers. She inhaled and his aftershave filled her with deep yearning. He leaned closer. For a whisper? Not a kiss, it was way too soon.
But her heart pounded in anticipation.
"Angad! Angad!" A shrill female voice called out his name.
The chance for her to discover his intentions disappeared as Kripa and Angad jerked back and turned back toward the sound. A beautiful woman walked, teetering on high heels, across the lawn, making a beeline his way. Her long dress kept catching beneath her shoes, and although she held up the hem with both hands, the trip was obviously a difficult one.
"There you are," she said. "Didn't I ask you to stay on the patio? I told you I didn't want to ruin my dress on the lawn." She whined through heavily glossed lips that turned downward in what was obviously meant to be a pretty pout.
It was pretty, though Kripa hated to concede the point. The other woman was model-thin and attractive in a waiflike sort of a way, elegant despite her awkward trek across the lawn. And judging from the possessive way she aligned herself against Angad, she was his date.
His date. Disappointment rushed through her. All the while he's been initiating conversation and coming on to her—at least that's how she'd read his words and his body language—he'd had another woman waiting for him.
How naive could she be, thinking a hot baseball player would be interested in country bumpkin? And that's what she felt like compared to the chic woman standing next to him. She resented the emotion, hating that she allowed herself to feel inferior.
"I leave you alone for five minutes and I find you racking up another conquest in my absence," the other woman said.
"I—"He paused. Obviously he couldn't find an acceptable excuse because there was none.
Kripa's heart beat hard and fast while nausea overwhelmed her. She turned and started for the house, trying to get as far away as she could get from Angad Khanna.
"Kripa, wait!" He called after her. "I know this looks bad, but—"
She refused to turn around. It looked like what it was. He'd brought a date to the party, but he'd definitely come on to her.
He caught her arm, forcing her to face him.
His date followed, coming up beside them. "You're worried about her and not me? You jerk! I flew out to this godforsaken place to be with you and this is how you repay me? By trying to hook up with a local bimbo?"
Before anyone could blink, the woman grabbed his drink from his hand and deliberately poured it down his shirt.
"Come on, Simone. This is a Hugo Boss shirt!" He pulled at the stained material and glared at his date. "Was that really necessary?"
She forced a smile. "I think it was."
Kripa couldn't believe this. The crowd around them grew silent and began to edge closer for a better look. Kripa cringed. She hated being the center of attention and she resented that this man had done it to her now.
"You two obviously need privacy." This time she ran from the circus act that was Angad and his date.
She slowed as she approached the patio, disappointment in Angad Khanna and the way this day had turned out as strong as the sun overhead. She'd really been attracted to him, but she didn't need a man like that in her life. She would begin her new job as a publicist for the E-News, operating behind the scenes. But she definitely had to grow a thickest skin if she was going to deal with this kind of high-maintenance client on a daily basis.
A commotion broke out on the other side of the patio and Kripa glanced over. Apparently the bride had decided to toss the bouquet early. She squinted for a better view and groaned aloud.
Kripa's mother and her aunt both jumped for the prize and were now rolling on the lawn, both determined to claim the flowers. Neither wanted the tradition that went along with the bouquet, since they'd sworn off remarriage. And they weren't interested in flowers, either. They just wanted the attention due from catching it.
On one side of the house was Angad and his date. On the other side wrestled the crazy sisters who needed someone to separate them and give each a time-out.
This day couldn't possibly get any worse.
But when the New Year arrived and with it, her new life, Kripa swore to make it her mission not only to succeed, but to thrive.
Edited by GuJuHoTnEsS - 16 years ago
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