MG FF: Forbidden Stranger Updated Part 20 pg 130 - Page 31

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Chapter Ten

It rained Thursday morning, not a downpour, but one those steady showers that seemed to create themselves out of the ever-present humidity. No winds, no threats of lightening or thunder, just grey clouds and a nice steady shower that would be over in an hour, two at most.

Geet liked running even in storms and she had a dozen regular routes to choose from. This morning she had chosen the least used of them all. The trek led her through neighbourhoods much like her own and around apartment complexes similar to Maan's'big, sprawling, dreary. She had lived in a place just like that when she had started dancing. For someone like Maan, whose biggest concern were a bed to sleep in and someone to sleep there with him, it probably seemed fine, even though he could afford a better place on what Rahul paid and the tips dancers all shared with him.

For Naintara, though...she was too fastidious to want to live in such as place. But she did it for Maan, because she loved him. Logical? Yes. Even though she didn't act like a woman in love. All through dinner the night before, they had shared no little touches, no secret looks, no private smiles. They'd seemed like friends, and not of the intimate nature.

But Naintara was uptight. Maybe she had rules for conducting relationships. Maybe they were politely friendly in public and they saved all that intimacy and passion for private. Maybe Maan had doted on her after dinner, had babied her and held her until she had felt better. Maybe she had already been feeling better and they'd jumped each other's bones through the rest of the night.

Geet shook her head. She thought too much about Maan and Naintara. Nothing had changed. Maan worked at the club. He was Naintara's boyfriend. He was Dev's brother. He was the wrong person to lust after in so many ways that it wasn't funny.

She was nearing the midpoint of her run, the whole reason she had mapped out this particular route. It was a small white duplex, surrounded by other small white duplexes. The porch on the left had two patio chairs and potted flowers on it porch; the porch was bare. The yard on the left was neatly mowed and beds of flowers edged it all the way to the side walk. The right yard was over grown and chocked by clumps of dead frass. The porch on the left held chimes and a flag in autumn hues. The right held a faded sign that said No Solicitors.

Geet slowed as she crossed the street, then walked along the sidewalk, switching off the music on her iPod when she stopped. She'd never been inside the duplex on the right. An invitation would mean the world to her, and it might come in the near future. Once she had left Almost Heaven, once she was settled into the new job and could prove that she was respectable.

Which wouldn't change the fact that for twelve years, her mother had been ashamed of her. What kind of relationship could they build out of that?

The sound of pounding footsteps caught her attention and she turned to watch a tall, lean figure approaching. He wore shorts and nothing else, a fact that thudded into her brain with each jarring step. Dark hair, slicked back from face. Broad chest, muscular arms, long legs, thighs and calves knotted with muscles. A nice toasty brown all over that would have been enticingly sweaty if not for the rain. She was surprised he didn't have a trail of female drivers following him just to enjoy the view. She was more surprised to see him here, on her route. "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."

Plenty of men'customer, joggers and others'had told her over the years that her legs and butt were her best features. They should be. She worked damn hard on them. "So you're a bartender, on occasion you fill in for Arjun at the door, you're a curious guy and you're a stalker."

He grinned. "Aw, I'm not stalking. It's the middle of the day. I called your name twice, but you didn't hear or you just ignored me." Reaching out, he tugged one of the ear buds for her iPod. "Don't you know it's dangerous to run with music in your ears? It blocks out other noises like traffic and real stalkers."

"I keep the music low enough to hear a car horn or a siren."

"Yeah, well, real stalkers don't announce themselves with horns or sirens."

She started walking again and he kept pace.

"Truth is, I usually run on Calhoun. Lot of traffic, distractions, pollution. I saw you turning onto a side street and I figured you'd have a better route worked out, so I followed you."

Once they had crossed the street again, she eased into a slow jog. "So I'm not the traffic/distraction/pollution sort."

"Oh, you're a great distraction. What's with the house?"

She glanced over her shoulder just before the gentle curves of the street blocked the view. "It's just a house. A turnaround point. From my house to there and back again is exactly four-point-three mile."

And you like to run four-point-three mile every day?"

"No. I usually run three miles."

"So Thursday's the exception, when you increase your distance by forty-some percent."

She clamped her mouth shut, then changed the subject. "How's Naintara?"

He looked ahead instead of her. "Fine. She had a yoga DVD on when I left."

"She's taking up yoga?" Geet was pleased. The slow, controlled movements would help Naintara loosen up and become more comfortable with her body.

"Not exactly," Maan replied. "It was on. She was watching it, not doing it. She's pretty convinced her body wasn't made to move that way."

"Did you persuade her otherwise?"

"How the hell'"

Geet caught his grimace, quickly wiped away as he stopped himself. How the hell would I know? Was that what he'd been about to say? Having been with her for three years should have given him a good idea of exactly what she was capable of.

Theirs was one very strange relationship. And it was none of Geet's business.

A block or so passed in silence before he spoke again. "That girl we were talking about last night'Tasha. Do you know any way to get on touch with her?"

"Isn't she a bit young for you?"

He looked affronted, but said nothing in his defence.

A strange relationship indeed. She shook her head, her curls dripping rain water down her cheeks. "We weren't close. She wasn't interested in advice."

"Was she close to any of the other girls?"

"Just one'Samaira." She smiled faintly at the image of the redhead from Peach Orchard, Georgia. Her real name was Samira Kapur, but Samaira she had decided, made for a better stage name. She'd even dotted the i with a star, for the fame she was sure to find some day. Like too many dancers, she'd been cut out of her family's lives, but after the initial hurt, her motto had been Screw'em. She was better off without them, she'd insisted.

Sadly it might have been truth rather than bravado.

"I haven't seen a Samaira at the club," Maan said.

"She quit few weeks before Tasha."

"Where did she go?"

"I don't know. She got a better offer, too."

"Isn't that unusual?"

The muscles in Geet's calves were tight and her lungs were staring to protest. With a glance around, she determined she had already put in her usual three miles. It wouldn't hurt to walk the rest of the way. She slowed, removed the clip that held her hair, squeezed out the water, then fixed it more securely on top of her head.

"Not really," she said at last. "You don't generally get a long term career in this business. If the looks don't give out, the body does. And a lot of girls never intend to stay long. They earn some fast money and if something better comes along, they grab it."

"Was that what you intend? To earn some fast money, then do something else?"

She studied his expression. There was no judgement there, no condemnation, just simple friendly curiosity.

He wasn't interested in the morality of stripping'or strippers. He was asking about her.

"The money was a lure," she admitted. "We never had much of it, and after my father's accident..." It had happened twenty-four years ago this month, on a gray, rainy day like today. She had gone to school that morning, everything right in her world, but had gone home to find out it had all changed.

"What happened?" Maan's voice was quiet, his tone more than just curious.

She rarely talked about that day, or its lasting results, to anyone. Oh, she mentioned that her father had died as the result of an accident, but she had never acknowledged the long, difficult years between the accident and his death.

"A truck lost its load," she said, stopping for a red light, watching the left turning traffic pass a few feet away. "He was in the vehicle behind it. His spine was severed, and he suffered some brain damage."

"How old were you?"

"Six when it happened. Fifteen when he died." Nine years of watching the sparkle fade from her dad's life'of watching it fade from her own life. Nine years for Rano of working two or three minimum-wage jobs, trying to make ends meet, trying to keep some sort of sparkle in her own life.

Maan touched her shoulder; she realized the traffic had passed and the walk sign was flashing, shaking off the longing for her dad, she crossed the street, matching her pace to Maan's.

"Sorry," he said, sounding sincere. "My father died when I was eleven. Heart attack."

"I'm sorry," she was sincere, too. Her dad had been the best part of her life. She still missed him, still wished she could hear his voice, feel his arms around her, dance with him.

"Don't be. I'm not," Maan said with a careless shrug. His expression, with his skin damp and his dark hair slicked back by the rain, was careless to match. Catching her gaze, he raised his brows and his mouth quirked. "Hell, I would've bet he didn't even have a heart."

Precap: sorry, no precap for this one. I don't know myself what will I write next. But it will be a small Maan'Geet scene and Maan'Naintara discussing about the case.

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Amazing update, I wonder what the mystery behind the disappearing dancers is...
So much sexual tension between M&G, I love it
Update soon!

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Originally posted by: walkintomylifex

Amazing update, I wonder what the mystery behind the disappearing dancers is...
So much sexual tension between M&G, I love it
Update soon!

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Originally posted by: Shalve

WONDERFUL UPDATE

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Originally posted by: sharmake11

wonderful update

love maaneet conv

looks like geet doesn't know anything

her work is more important to what going on

in her work

waiting next

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