chapter 10
Geet woke up to find her body aching pleasantly, and she was all neatly tucked up in bed.
Maan's doing, she suspected immediately.
She stretched, reveling in the scent of clean sheets overlaid with Maan's delicious scent. The extraordinary events of the previous day came back to her like the most wonderful dream, but when she turned to look for Maan there was no sign of him.
He'd let her sleep. So she'd take a shower and then a place a call'
The receptionist on board put Geet straight through to Maan.
'hey, bad boy,' she said feeling all warm inside. 'what am I supposed to wear? I only have one dress with me'and that's looking a bit' shall we say, manhandled.' The coral slip dress was still lying where Maan had tossed it.
'only one dress? He said in surprise.
'this isn't a joke, Maan. I cant wear a towel round the ship.'
'but I might like that.'
'seriously,' she warned.
'okay,' he murmured, speaking in an intimate tone, 'ill set you a challenge. How many wardrobes can you find in the dressing room?'
'I don't know,' Geet said impatiently, already wriggling off the bed.
'its not like you to be so slow off the mark.'
She was already at the door. 'you are in so much trouble, Maan Singh Khurana.'
'I like the sound of that.'
'you did plan this,' she said, flinging back door after wardrobe door. They were packed with the most delectable clothes.
'I never know when I'm going to have guests,' Maan told her.
'enough,' she yelled back. 'if you think I want to hear about the women who pass through here''
'it's a brand new yatcht, Geet.'
'so the fact that I'm the first of many is supposed to make me feel better?'
'You'd doing me a favor if you'd sample the selection.'
Maan was laughing as he cut the line.
Her intention ahd been to take a moment to calm down'but what actually happened was that she conducted a thorough search of every drawer and cupboard, and she wasn't disappointed. Whatever she might think of the interior design on board Maan's yatcht, whoever had stocked the dressing room knew exactly what they were doing'but there were more outfits here than she could possibly wear..
Sinking down onto the sofa, she tried to get her head around what she'd found, and it was then her attention was drawn to the artwork on the walls. It was a series of paintings that told a story'a love story'an erotic love story'
The shrill chirrup of the phone jerked her out of her contemplations. 'did you find something to wear?' Maan demanded.
'yes,' she said distractedly, her gaze still fixed on the pictures on the walls.
'well, are you coming to show me?'
'yes,' she said briefly, putting the phone down. The first painting showed two lovers reclining on silken cushions as they fed each other grapes. The colors were glorious, and like the others the painting had the most beautiful brushwork, but as she looked along the row she realized there was a hidden meaning in each of them. The message came over loud and clear'eating was just one sensory pleasure, but there were many more. In fact, there were quite a few she had never heard of before'
The next image showed the same two lovers, but now their clothes were sliding off their polished shoulders as they gazed into each other's eyes beneath a purple sky. The lovers were beautifully drawn and their clothes were ravishing'flowing silks in vibrant orange, and brightest pink, with turquoise-blue and gold decoration. The girl was kneeling with her arms resting loosely on the man's shoulders'
Understanding trickled Geet's brain with all the speed of congealed honey forcing its way through the opening of a pipette. This wasn't simply a stateroom, it was a collecting pen for a harem'and Maan was no longer simply her extremely accomplished lover, but a collector of living, breathing artefacts, which he kept along side his inanimate collectables. And while this might intrigue and even arouse her in some dark and forbidden way, she had no intention of signing up for a team.
But she was here. And this was a fairy-tale set-up. Perhaps if she kept her head she could keep her pridetoo and experience something very special and there were the most breathtaking outfits in the wardrobes'a rainbow assortment of floating chiffon, clinging tissue-crepe and lightweight silk.
Temptation overwhelmed her. The fact that they were traditional Delhi clothes only made the dress-up urge that much stronger.
She'd keep it plain, Geet decided, choosing the simplest outfit she could find. Modest, with a twist, was how she would describe it. She was going to start the way she meant to go on,which meant most decidedly NOT as one of maharaja's concubines.
Guessing she might need some help arranging a sari-correctly for the first time,s he chose to wear a salwar-kameez suit. The kameez was a loose shirt with long sleeves, and lightweight salwar pants were flattering. She started out choosing a pale-peach outfit trimmed with pearls'it was exquisite, but then she changed her mind and gravitated towards a strong cobalt blue that picked up the color of her good-eye.
Jeweled beads in a deeper shade of blue decorates the deeply slashed neckline as well as the edges of the cuffs, and there was a matching scarf with beaded tassel fringing that glittered seductively in the subdued lighting as she arranged it around her neck. There was nothing subtle about it, but if she was going to take up Maan's challenge to stay on board and keep hold of her pride there could be no half measures'
As if there ever could be such a thing as half measures with Maan.
But should she be going to quite so much trouble with her appearance if she was only one of a crowd?
Yes, Geet argued with her boringly sensible inner voice. Maan would take any sloppiness on her part as a sign of weakness, and she was going to leave this floating pleasure palace with her head held high.
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