MG FF: Forbidden Stranger Updated Part 20 pg 130 - Page 27

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maan trying to get info from her regarding his case or is he asking to know more abt her...

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Chapter Nine

{Note: No proof reading done. Was in a rush. Sorry about the mistakes. Please bear with it.}

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."

She held his gaze, her hazel eyes narrowed, her lips flattened. Then, less than graciously, she said, "Thanks. I'll take care of the tip."

She left a generous tip on the table, stood and started towards the door. He followed, his gaze on the sway of her hips. Her jeans fitted like a second skin, topping out two inches below her waist; the wide lace hem of her shirt stopped an inch or two above that. The skin revealed there was pale gold, enticing. If he walked beside her, he could put his hand in the small of her back, could let his fingers graze across that skin and see if it was as soft as it looked. It would be warm and his touch there would send a shiver through her. Just a touch would make him hot and hard and'

Realizing she had stopped moving, he did, as well, just in time to avoid plowing over her. They had reached the cash register next to the door and he hadn't even noticed. Stepping past her, he gave the check and three twenties to the cashier, pocketed his change, then opened the door for Geet.

Outside, she faced him. "Thanks for dinner."

"Consider it a trade."

A breeze blew that curl against her cheek again and she absently brushed it away again. "For what?"

"I need a ride home. Naintara and I came together. I'm without a car."

She looked as if she wanted to refuse, but she gestured towards her car instead. It was a lot like Naintara's car'not bad if transportation was all you wanted. It wouldn't win any races or any points for appearance, but it was clean, comfortable and the engine turned over on the first try.

"What do you usually do on your nights off?" he asked, settling into the seat.

She looked both ways before pulling out of the parking lot in the direction he indicated. "Read, watch TV, work on my house."

Rahul had said something about working on her bedroom the night before, and the idea that he had known anything about her bedroom had surprised'annoyed?'Maan. It hadn't occurred to him when he had chosen to approach her regarding Naintara that she might be friends with the boss. Even with Naintara's rational explanation, Maan found it creepy.

"Your house looks fine," he said. "What is there to do?"

Signalling, she checked the rear-view mirror and carefully changed the lanes. Then she smiled. "You haven't seen my bedroom."

Simple smile, innocent words, and they had the effect of a punch in the gut. He would like to see her bedroom. Would like to see her in it. Not wearing her stripper clothes, but her this-is-who-I-am stuff. Tight jeans, lace tops, T-shirts, everyday lingerie. Nothing at all.

But he was undercover. Worse, he was undercover as Naintara's live-in boyfriend. Worse yet, Geet was a subject in an investigation. Depending on what was between her and Rahul, she could even wind up being one of the targets of the investigation. There was no way he could risk getting involved with her.

But there was nothing wrong with tempting himself a little, was there? He was strong. When it was time to make a decision, he always made the right one.

"What's wrong with your bedroom?" he asked, indicating that she should turn right at the next intersection. Again with the turn signal and mirror checks she turned in. She was a cautious driver.

Who worked as a stripper.

For Rahul Agarwal.

"My house was built in 1964. All the mechanical stuff was updated over the years, but still had the original paint and wallpaper when I moved in. I've redone every room except the bedroom, and I'm working on it now."

"So you're good with your hands." His gaze automatically shifted to her hands, loosely gripping the steering wheel. They were small, capable, her fingers long and slender, her nails painted some dark shade that was probably called crimson or scarlet but was really just red. She wore rings on four fingers; the shadow of a fading bruise darkened one knuckle. "And you're coveting some fancy wallpaper."

She stopped at a red light and gave him a steady look. "My house is to me what your car is to you."

That was putting it in terms that he understood. She could have bought a newer house, that needed less work, that was a cookie-cutter copy of a million other houses out there, just as he could have bought the latest model car. But where was the fun in that?

"Those are the apartments," he said, gesturing to the complex ahead on the right. "Turn in this entrance and go all the way around to the back." Then he added, "I'm flattered you noticed the car."

Her cheeks turned pink, but he went on. "She's supposed to attract notice. That's part of what I've spent so much time and money on."

"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.

She slowed to the posted speed of ten miles per hour, a rarity in this parking lot. For once he was glad it was a sprawling complex and that his apartments was at the rear, where it over looked the parking lot and Dumpster alley.

"Do you come by your remodeling skills naturally?"

She scoffed. "I wish. Trial and error, with a huge debt of thanks to the home improvement center. I'm on a first name basis with the guys down there, I started out of ignorance. I had no clue what I was in for. Then, when I found out, it became a challenge to finish. Now I'm pretty good at it. If I hadn't gotten the teaching job at Middleton, I could have gone into business painting, plastering and tiling."

"You could have given new meaning to 'stripping paint.'"

She smiled again, that simple sucker-punch smile, as she pulled into the parking space next to his car. She shifted into reverse, making clear she wasn't staying long, then gazed at the building, where lights shone in every apartment. "I hope Naintara is feeling better."

He looked, too. His living room lights were on, but his bedroom was dark, and her room was out of sight on the other side of the apartment. "I'm sure she is."

"How long have you two been together?"

He stuck to the truth. "Three years, give or take." That was when they'd both transferred onto the Organized Crime squad and had worked their first case together. Besides being the truth, more or less, that amount of time would explain why they weren't overly affectionate in public. A lot of months together, a lot of time to get over the initial lust and start taking each other for granted. Time enough for their sex life to need a little spicing up.

"After three years together, you should marry her."

His laughter was spontaneous, as much shock as humor. He could see himself married someday, but to Naintara? She was his partner, a friend of sorts, as comfortable to be around as one of his female cousins or his mother. While there were men who found her just their type, he wasn't one of them, and he had no doubt she felt the same about him.

"How long have you been alone?" he countered.

Geet shrugged delicately.

"You should find a man." The thought created a small knot of distaste in his gut. He opened the car door, the overhead light throwing both light and shadows across her face, and climbed out, then bent so he could see her again. "Let's make a deal. You worry about your love life and I'll worry about mine."

She shrugged again in agreement. "Thanks for the dinner."

"Thanks for the ride." He pressed the button to lock the doors, closed the door, then stepped out of the way as she backed out of the space. A moment later the trail lights of her car disappeared, ten miles per hour, around the next building, but he still stood there. watched. Waited for his common sense to return. Wondered if it would come back in time to make this case easier.

Then movements upstairs caught his attention, and he saw Naintara standing at the living room window, also watching and waiting.

Nah, the case couldn't be too easy. Interesting cases never were. Geet Handa was just a complication, and he'd learned over the years how to handle complications. He would handle her.

Just not the way he'd like to.

Precap: "You followed me," she accused when Maan came close enough.

He carried his T-shirt in one hand, wrapped around a bottle of water. After taking a long drink, he looked her in the eye. "Yeah."

"Why?"

"Consider yourself inspiration."

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