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Thanks 4 loving it dearLoved the update dear.
So Geet is a wee bit jealous of NT-Maan relationship. And is even beginning to feel a bit curious about it. That's interesting.
The precap seems very interesting also.
Pls continue soon.
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Chapter Eight
He extended his hand, and Geet stopped both her words and her movement to stand. "Let her go. She's embarrassed enough. She'll go home, crawl into bed and sleep it off."
Crawl into his bed. Sleep it off with him'sooner or later'at her side.
Warmth spread through Geet. Lust? Envy? Guilt? Since none was better than the other, she preferred not knowing and sank back onto the bench.
"So..." Maan nudged the third spoon closer to her. "Are you and Mr. Agarwal friends or just friendly?"
She watched as he cut off a chunk of dough, drenching it with sweetness, then lifted the spoon to his mouth. Watched as his lips closed over the gooey good stuff, as his jaw worked when he chewed, and she almost sighed. Not because it was Maan. Not because he made eating Sexy. Just because the dessert looked so damned tempting.
Yeah, sure. It was the dessert that tempted her.
Knowing she shouldn't, she picked up the napkin and unwrapped the spoon. She took her time cutting off a small corner of one pastry, took even more time drenching it in the sauces, then slid it into her mouth. This time she did sigh.
He laughed. "That sounded almost obscene. It's good, isn't it?"
She nodded, still savouring the flavours.
"It's okay to indulge once in a while. Go ahead." He edged the plate closer. "Finish it off."
The plate was enough near now that she could smell the warm fragrance of the cinnamon, the distinct sweetness of the honey, the dark richness of the chocolate. She frowned at him. "Are you trying to tempt me?" almost instantly her cheeks heated. Wrong words, wrong person to say them, definitely wrong person to say them to.
He scooped up a spoonful of the sauces and held it in midair. "Can I tempt you?"
No, no, no. three strikes. He's out, remember?
She badly returned to the earlier subject. "Why are you so interested in Rahul?"
He shrugged. "He's the boss, but I really don't know much about him."
"He sees that you're paid on time. What more do you need to know?"
Another shrug, another sexy ripple. "I guess I'm just a curious guy."
"Haven't you heard that curiosity killed the cat?"
Outwardly, nothing changed; he still sat, loose limbed and relaxed. He still swirled his spoon in the sauce. His gaze was still lazy, even disinterested. But something about him seemed very interested. "Is that a waring?"
Geet blinked. Warnings were for vulnerable people, people who might find themselves at a disadvantage in a dangerous situation. She couldn't begin to imagine Maan being vulnerable, no matter what. "No. It's an old saying. That's all."
"I've heard that not all of his business interests are legal."
Indulgence over, she put down her spoon, then folded her arms across her middle. "Almost Heaven is, and that's the only one I care about." Then, unable to resist, she asked, "Are you looking to get cut in the ones that aren't?"
He gave a good impression of actually considering it before he grinned. "Nah. It would break my mama's heart."
"You have a mother?" she scoffed even as a picture of Pammi Khurana came to mind'pretty, dark hair, always the image of the genteel Southern lady. Geet's mother had waited on Pammi at the restaurant, at the shop and had been unrelentingly jealous of her. Life always goes her way. Rano had fumed more than once. She's got everything.
And Rano had had nothing but a husband who needed twenty-four-hours care and a daughter who was last on her list of priorities. She blamed the Khuranas for Mohindar's accident, for the two and sometimes three jobs she worked, for the drudgery of everyday life and that lack of a future.
Fifteen years had passed since Mohindar's death, fifteen years since Geet and her mother had moved to Atlanta, and not a lot had changed. Rano now worked one job, she didn't have an invalid husband to care for or a daughter to neglect, but life wasn't still what she wanted.
"My mother is a very nice woman," Maan said, pulling her out of her thoughts. "You'd like her."
"I like mothers' fine, but they usually have a problem with me."
"Mom wouldn't."
Maybe not. Unlike the other Khurana women, Pammi had always been friendly to the working class in Copper Lake. She hadn't treated them like servants too stupid and common to associate with. But being nice to people who worked in her family business and contributed to her family fortune was one thing. Being nice to a stripper who was attracted to her eldest son was another entirely.
"Does she know you tend bar in a strip club?"
"she knows I tend bar.' Both on the job and off, Maan's policy was to stick to the truth as much as possible. The fewer lies he told. The fewer chances he would get caught in them. So Pammi knew he was working in a bar, but she also knew it was part of his job. She didn't like it when he was undercover. It gave him a reason, she claimed, to forget all those lessons she'd taught him and his brothers about right and wrong.
He hadn't forgotten anything, and in her heart she knew it. It was just her way of covering how much she worried about him.
"What about your mom?" he asked. "Does she know you dance in a strip club?"
"She does. And she doesn't approve. We don't speak often'Christmas, her birthday, Mothers day."
She didn't mention her birthday. So mom didn't approve her daughter's job, but Geet made an effort anyway. No matter what he or his brothers did for a living, Pammi would never shut them out of her life.
"Does she live around here?"
Geet nodded. "Does yours?"
"No. she still lives in the town where I grew up'the town where she grew up. A little place no one's ever heard of."
Geet's smile was soft. Young. "The same place half people in Atlanta are from, including me. I'll never go back."
Maan shrugged. He didn't have any bad memories of Copper Lake, other than his father, but he couldn't see himself ever moving home again. Maybe if he got married and had kids and wanted some place small and safe for them to grow up...
Not that he'd ever been tempted by the idea of marriage or kids.
"My brothers had stayed there. Aditya is in construction and Dev's a lawyer."
Something flickered on her face, there and gone so fast he couldn't identify it. Surprise that he really did have a family? Horror that there were two more just like him out there? He could have reassured her. Aditya was quite, dependable and responsible, and Dev was...well, none of those things. In fact, in spite of being a lawyer, he was the least respectable of the bunch.
"I have no brothers," Geet volunteered. "No sisters, either."
"Just the sisterhood of strippers," he said with a grin.
Her smile was faint, barely formed. "I've been close to some. I tend to attract the new girls, the really young ones who need advice. Some of them are so young. They are just not prepared for life in the real world."
"You said dancers have to be eighteen in most places."
"But eighteen can be much younger for some kids than it is for others."
He knew that was true. Hell, Dev was thirty, same as Geet, but outside of work, he acted about years younger. Maturity wasn't one of his strengths.
He shifted on the bench, turning to face her more, aiming for a totally casual attitude. "I met a girl at the Marietta club named Tasha. She looked about fifteen'acted that young, too. Do you know her?"
"Red hair, big brown eyes?"
He nodded.
"That's Tasha Sharma. She danced at Almost Heaven for a while. And she was nineteen."
"Where did she go?"
Geet shrugged. She said she got better offer. That usually means dancing at someone else's club, finding a man with plenty of money that he wants to spend on you or maybe even finding a guy who's willing to overlook your past and marry you." She gazed down for a moment, then, her tone subdued, went on. "It can also mean taking job filming adult movies or working the streets. Rahul doesn't tolerate his dancers using drugs. It's not good for business. The girls who start using leave to work elsewhere."
"I wouldn't have pegged Tasha for a junkie."
"No, me, neither. I suspect her better offer had to do with a man. She may come back some day or she might live happily-ever-after.
The image of Tasha living in one of Atlanta's better neighbourhood didn't amuse Maan. He also suspected her disappearance had to do with a man'Rahul. Unlike Geet, though, he doubted she would ever be seen again.
"Does it happen often?" he asked, and Geet raised her brows in response. "The better offer. Legitimate ones."
"Sometimes. I know a number of dancers who have retired and are married, raising kids, driving a minivan and going to church on Sunday."
"Their husbands know and don't care?"
"Some. The others don't know and hopefully never will."
"Would you lie about it?"
"Not to the man I was going to marry."
"But you would lie to others?"
She shrugged and one of the curls slipped loose from the Mass on her head. It swung, brushing her cheek, before she pushed it back behind her ears. "Stripping doesn't make me any less qualified to teach English lit. It doesn't make me any more likely to lead the students astray. It doesn't mean I'll advocate any particular lifestyle or career path. But it's highly doubtful that any school other than Middleton would have hired me knowing how I spent the last twelve years. If Middleton hadn't offered me a job, I would have lied about my background to get a teaching job someplace else? Probably. Yeah, I would have."
At least she was honest about her dishonesty. He appreciated that. Still, he pointed out, "That's not fair."
"Haven't you learned? Life isn't fair." She glanced at her watch, then reached for the ticket the waiter had bought with the dessert.
Maan grabbed it first. "I'll pay."
"No, thanks. You didn't invite me'"
"But I enjoyed it."
Precap: "She?"
He grinned. "I think all sleek, powerful, beautiful things are female." Including her. sleek? Oh, yeah, when she moved on the stage like predatory jungle cat, sinuous and fluid. Powerful? She turned intelligent men into tongue-tied idiots. And beautiful...oh, hell, yeah.
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