MG FF: Forbidden Stranger Updated Part 20 pg 130 - Page 34

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Chapter Eleven

{Note: Havent checked the part. sorry for any mistakes. plz bear with me}

Maan had to give Geet credit. Her jaw didn't hit the ground and she didn't look at him as if he'd grown a second head or admonish him for saying something so cold. She just kept giving that steady, serious look, pretty much empty of emotion, except for a hint of sympathy. He didn't want it. He was long since over the disappointment Tej had been.

"What about you?" he asked, directing the conversation back to its original subject. "Have you gotten any better offers?"

She peeled of the bright pink jacket and tied the sleeves around her waist. The jacket had been useless as far as keeping her dry underneath. Her white tank top was plastered to her skin, so damn near transparent that he could see the blue logo on her sports bra. The shirt molded to her breast, then skimmed across her flat middle, where her thin nylon shorts clung to her hips.

He had called her a distraction, and it was an accurate description. Just looking at her and watching her move damn near short-circuited his brain. It made him forget that he'd seen her practically naked at the club on more occasions than he could count. This was different. This was sexier.

"I've had offers," she replied, "though, obviously, I didn't think they were better or I would have accepted them."

"Marriage proposals?"

"No. A dozen chances to trade my virtue for an apartment, a car and a monthly allowance. A trip to Europe. A chance to star in Geet does Atlanta. Job offers in New Orleans, Las Vegas and Hong Kong." She laughed. "But not a soul who wanted to take me home to meet his mother."

Practically cross-eyed at the idea of Geet doing Atlanta'of Geet doing him'he stumbled over a broken section of the sidewalk. Alongside the lust, though, was disgust for the men who'd thought she should sell herself out for an apartment, a car or a trip to Europe. If they'd met her any place besides a strip club, they would have shown her more respect.

Or maybe not. Tej hadn't met any of his girlfriends in strip clubs, and he'd had no more respect for them than he had for his wife. All he had cared about was himself.

"Once you start teaching, that'll change. I bet all your male students fall in love with you before the semester's over."

She laughed again, this time without the sarcasm that had coloured it earlier. "I hope they're too absorb in the subject matter to even notice the colour of my hair."

It wasn't the colour of the hair that would absorb them'though he had to admit the long coppery curls had caught his attention the first time he had seen her. her back had been to him, and , strange as it seemed, he'd become accustomed to seeing lots of skin, long naked spines, shapely hips and legs that went on forever. But the curls had made her stand out.

"You're teaching lit. No one's going to be so absorbed in it that they don't notice everything about you."

"Gee, thanks. You're doing wonders for my confidence." As the rain slacked off, she stopped, then gestured. "This is where I turn."

Looking around, he saw that it was her street. That was the quickest two-plus miles he'd gone in a long time. "Thanks for the company."

She turned, walking backward along the sidewalk. "Tell Naintara hello."

"Naintara...yeah."

"Though I'll see her later today myself." With a wave, she turned and picked up her pace to a slow jog.

He watched a moment'pure inspiration'then did the same, heading toward the apartment. As he turned into the complex, the rain grew heavy again. The usual clusters of punks in their teens and early twenties'unemployed, some tough guys, some wannabes'were absent, thanks to the showers. In fact, Maan didn't see another person until he walked into the apartment and found Naintara in the kitchen, nuking a cup of instant coffee.

She looked at him, wet and still carrying his shirt, and her nose wrinkled. "You're soaked."

"That's what happens when you go out in the rain without umbrella or a raincoat." She had bought a trench coat, a slicker and three umbrellas with her. He didn't own any of the above."Write this down, will you?"

Naturally she didn't have to scramble for something to write with or on. She picked up the ink pen'hers'that rested on the note pad on the counter'also hers'and wrote the address he'd memorised when he had first encountered Geet. He hadn't believed for a second that the house was just a convenient turnaround point. It had significance to Geet and he wanted to know what.

He wanted to know everything about her.

"Give me a minute," Naintara said, setting her coffee down and easing past him to get to the computer on the dining table. "You're dripping on the floor."

While she logged on to the internet, he went into the bathroom, stripped, took a quick shower, then toweled off. As soon as he'd pulled on jeans and a T-shirt, he returned to the living room. "Well?"

"The house belongs to a woman by the name of Savitri Devi. She has about fifty rental houses all over Atlanta. It's currently rented to Rano Handa, who works as an assistance manager at a place called McKettrick's. Pricey clothes, expensive cosmetics, five-hundred-dollars-a-pair shoes. And'" it was apparent by her manner that Naintara knew the next was unnecessary, but she confide it anyway "she's Geet's mother."

The mother who didn't approve of her daughter's occupation, who ignored Geet's effort to maintain some sort of contact, lived little more than two miles away. Did she know Geet sometimes went by her house? Did she ever see her? Talk to her? Invite her in?

Probably not. He figured Geet planned those runs for when her mother was at work. Less chances of rejection that way.

What had Rano Handa's dreams for her daughter? College, a career? Marriage and motherhood? An easier life then her own had been? Was her disappointment so great that she'd rather not have any contact at all with Geet?

He made a mental note to touch base with his own mother. His father may not have been worth the air he breathed, but his mom was the best. He should tell her more often.

"Did you find anything helpful?" Naintara asked.

He knew that Geet was more gorgeous without makeup and drenched to the skin than other women were at their best. That jogging'rather, watching her jog'could be as much as foreplay as any other activity. That her father was dead and that, no matter how casually she acted, she missed her mother. That her life growing up hadn't been easy.

But Naintara wouldn't share his interest in any of that.

"Tasha's best friend at the club was Samira Kapur, who left Almost heaven for a better offer a few weeks before Tasha's better offer came in."

"Which we already knew."

He didn't object to her pointing out the obvious. She knew as well as he did that neither of them could ask too many questions of Geet or anyone else at the club without rousing suspicion. Besides, that was the purpose of bringing Naintara undercover, so she could ask the questions about the girls.

"She doesn't seem to think there's anything unusual about Tasha and Samira leaving so close together. If something better comes along, you grab it."

"So why is she still doing this after twelve years? I can't believe nothing better's come along."

"She's made her own something better," Maan said absently. "She's quitting in less than six weeks. She already has a teaching job lined up at Middleton."

"Good."

Yeah, he thought so, too.

Leaving the computer, Naintara reached across the counter to pick up her coffee, probably not even lukewarm now, and took a sip. "How am I going to bring up the missing girls without making anyone suspicious?"

He held up one finger to signal wait, then went into his room. When he returned, he laid a photograph on the table between them. "Tasha, Samira and Shasha." He pointed to each woman in turn. They wore bras, thongs and high, high heels, and were posed arm in arm in front of the bar at Almost Heaven. The shot was fairly well-lit, indicating it had been taken before opening or after losing. The club never saw much light during business hours. "Shasha Gupta sent this to her sister a couple weeks before she disappeared. You can 'find' it in a locker, on the floor, whenever, and ask about them."

Naintara nodded, gazed at the tree smiling women for a moment, then gravely asked, "What do you think happen to them?"

They could have been killed, forced into working for someone to whom Rahul owed a debt or even sold into some sort of sex-ring operation. They could have been coerced into prostitution or could have been given the starring roles in a series of snuff films.

Or they could be living the good life. There really could have been a better offer.

But Shasha's sister, down in Savannah, was absolutely convinced that Shasha would have stayed in touch with her, no matter what. Unlike Samira and her family. Tasha and hers'Geet and hers'Shasha hadn't been disowned, criticized or even scolded for her decision to dance. It was just her and her sister, and while her sister hadn't liked Shasha's decision, she hadn't banished Shasha from her life. They had talked on the phone a couple times a week and e-mail each other daily.

Until, without warning, the contact had ended. Shasha had quit her job and moved out of her apartment without notice. Her belongings were gone.

Shasheen Gupta knew in her heart that something terrible had happen to her sister.

Maan tended to agree with her.

"I don't know," he replied at last. "You want to hope for the best."

"But be prepared for the worst. Do you think the other dancers at the club are in danger?" More quietly, she asked the question that was really on her mind. "Do you think Geet's in danger?"

The possibility made Maan's gut clench. Wouldn't that be hell if, just weeks before reaching the goal she'd worked hard for, she vanished without a trace? "I don't know. Probably not. She's friendly with Rahul Agarwal. She's been around a long time. People would miss her if she disappeared. Besides, these girls are eighteen, nineteen and twenty. Geet's almost thirty-one."

"Make me grateful I'm thirty-three." Naintara gazed at the photographs again before lifting her gaze. "What if another girl disappears before we find out what's going on?"

Maan didn't answer. It wasn't as if warning the dancers was an option. All they could do was concentrate on their job and hope it didn't get more complicated before it was over.

Hope he dint fall for Geet.

Hope he didn't do something unprofessional or dangerous or just plain stupid. He was a guy. Guys were known for being stupid. Sometimes they got lucky and everything turned out all right, like with his brother. A special agent with the Mississippi Bureau of Investigation, Manish had fallen in love with a subject in his last undercover investigation, and he and Sia were now playing house in Jackson and planning a Christmas wedding.

But Manish had had the advantage of knowing that handcuffs with Sia would be only fun. The possibility of Maan arresting Geet was a real one. If she was involved in Rahul's additional activities, if she had any idea what had really happened to the missing girls...

Maan's instincts said she was innocent and he usually trusted them one hundred percent. But this time his instinct wanted to get closer to the subject'wanted to play out their own version of Geet does Atlanta. This time he couldn't trust them, not completely.

"We live with it," Naintara murmured in answer to her own question. If another girl went missing on their watch, they regretted it. They dealt with it.

And they damn well punished the people responsible.

Precap: "Come over here, child. I like this one, she has a good eye, are you a dancer?"

"No. but I'm flattered you asked."

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