MG/SS - Pleasure, Pregnancy And A Proposition @PG1

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Originally posted by: shalini01

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Part 1

Geet fluffed her hair instinctively. Goodness, she was actually holding her breath. It had been soo long since she'd had the urge to flirt she almost didn't recognise the feeling. How long had it been since she'd felt excited in the presence of a Good-looking man? she questioned herself. The errant thought had an image forming that she instantly repressed.. "Do not go there," A little voice in her mind said. Her rader had been spectacularly off that day, but it had been over three months ago. Twelve Weeks, Four days and - she did a quick calculation - sixteen hours, to be exact.

Maan Singh Khurana, The handsome, charming MD and Owner Of Khurana Industuries and a bona-fide snake in the grass, no longer had he power to upset her. But the prickle of memory developed into a nasty thorn, searching at her consciousness. Geet's brow furrowed As Misha, Her best friend turned to point straight at her. How odd!! she thought.. Adonis followed in slow motion, but then a pair of piercing and painfully Familiar Brown eyes fixed on her face, and the litle thorn became a jagged blade slicing hrough the sensual mist.

Geet's fingers went Numb, her heart thudded lika a sledgehammer, all her blood rocketed ino her cheeks, and the hairs on the back of her neck felt as if a greedy fist had wrenched them out of the roots. and then the heat blazed through her body as a memory she'd been repressing for the last three months hit her like a red-hot slap - strong fingers stroking her, insistent lips fastened on the pluse-point in her neck, and a wave upon glorious wave of orgasm rocketing from her core.

A tangle of nerves, fury and nausea snaked into a vicious knot in the pit of her stomach. What's he doing here? That man was no adonis. The man walking towards her was the devil incarnate. "Wow, he's coming over here," Meera Annouonced over the pneuatic drill now shattering Geet's eardrums. "OH-MY-GOD!!! Isn't that Hottie & Busniess Sensation What's his name? You know he was in your india's most wanted eligable bachelors list in the september issue. Maybe he's here to thank you."

Hardly, Geet thought bitterly.. He'd already exacted his revenge for that list three months ago. Geet's spine snapped straight and she folded her legs tightlyunder her chair. the tap of her high-heeled leather boots against the chairs stem sounded like the rat-a-tat-tat of a machine gun. If he was here to take another Cheap shot at her, he could forget it.

Geet had seen him coming this time. He'd used her trusting nature, her innate flirtatiousness and her incendiary attraction to him against her three months ago. He would never catch her unaware again. This time she would fight back.

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Maan Singh Khurana's long, purposeful strides ate up the acres of industrial blue carpeting as he zeroed in on his prey. He barely noticed the managing editor scuffling along at his heels, or the sea of female faces swivelling round to gawp at him. All his concentration, all his irraatation, was focussed on one particular female. That she looked as stunningly beautiful as he remembered her - Her shiny brown streaked hair framing an angelic face, killer cleavage accentuated by a figure-hugging dress covered in a bold - Lichtenstein-like cartoon print, and mile-long legs encased in knee high boots-only made him more determined to keep his cool.

Appearences were decieving. But this woman was no angel. What was she was planning to do with him was qualified as the worst thing a woman could do to a man. Okay, things had got spectacularly out of hand three months ago. And he had to take a large part of the blame for that. the plan had been ro tach her a little lesson about respecting people's privacy-not to take advantage of her the way he had.

But she deserved a large part of the blame too. He's never met anyone as reckless and implusive before in his life, He Thought.. And he wasn't a saint aswel. When a woman looked like her, smelt like her and felt like she did, what did she think he'd do? He couldn't imagine any blokebeing able to think clearly under the same circumstances. How could he Possibly have known she wasn't as experienced as she appeared?

Well one thing for sure: he was feeling guilty about his part in it. after his little chat with their mutual friend Yash Malhotra, all his guilt and all his regret over what had happened between them had given way to a slow burning anger. An innocent life was involved - and he'd do whatever ha had to do to protect it. Whatever hurts, whatever injustices he might have done to her in the past, he had no qualms whatsoever about bending her to his will now. And the sooner she realised that, the better.

Geet Handa was about to discover that Maan Singh Khurana never backed down from a fight. What was it the late, unlamented Lord Raiichand had said to him at their first and only meeting all those years ago? "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, boy." He'd learnt that lesson the hard way when he was only seven years old. Frightened and alone, in a world he didn't know and didn't understand, he'd had to toughen up fast or go under. It was time Miss Handa Learnt the same lesson, he thought to himself.

He reached Geet's Desk, saw the bright spark of fury in those stunning brown eyes, the smooth olived toned skin motled with temper and the elagant chin poked out in defiance. He imagined fisting his fingers in all those glorious brown curls and kissing her into submission. To resist the urge he shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and kept his eyes flat and expressionless. It was a casual, predatory look that he knew terrorised his business opponents. Geet, he noted, didn't even flinch.

The Adrenalin rush he usually associated with a particularly tough new business challenge surged through his body. Teaching this woman how to face her responsibilities might actually be more of a pleasure that a pain.. He was alreadyanticipating the first lesson: getting Geet to tell him what she should have told him weeks ago..

"Miss Handa, I want a word with you."

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