Chapter Twenty
She grabbed her robe, went into the bathroom, and stripped out of her clothes. After she turned the shower on full blast, she stepped into the tub and all but ripped the shower curtain apart as she pulled it closed.
"Reason number one," she muttered, "he'll break my heart."
"You could shower in the other bathroom down the hall," she called out.
"I'll wait."
Angad was sitting on the bed talking on the phone when she came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later. Her hair was dripping down her back, and she was wearing a short cotton robe that had seen better days. He took on look at her and promptly lost his train of thought. He knew she was naked under that thin material, and he had to force himself to turn away so he could concentrate on his conversation.
"Look, Kavya, we'll talk about this when you come down here. All right?" He hung up the phone and slowly turned his head to get glimpse of Kripa out of the corner of his eyes. He watched her open the dresser drawer and take out two little wisps of lace. Immediately, his mind went to visions of her wearing them.
Get a grip, he told himself. She was off-limits, and he had no business fantasizing about her. What the hell kind of a friend was he to lust after Prithvi's sister?
Berating himself didn't do any good. He wanted her. Simple as that. There, he finally admitted the obvious. Now what was he going to do about it? Nothing, he decided. Not a damned thing. Even if she weren't his friend's sister, he wouldn't get involved with her. A relationship between the two of them was impossible. It would never work out, and she'd end up hating him. She wanted what she had never had, a family with kids, lots of kids, and he didn't want any of that. He'd seen too much to ever let himself become that vulnerable. Even though he came from a large family, he was still a loner, and that's the way he liked it.
He never should have kissed her. Bad idea, he decided. He hadn't been prepared, hadn't realized how good it was going to be. God, he was arrogant. He actually thought he could remain distant and professional, but when she wrapped her arms around him and he felt her soft lips, thoughts of being professional went flying out the window, and he'd turned into one of those perverted teenagers outside. All he could think about was getting her flat on her back.
Maybe Josh was right after all. Maybe Angad was too close and personal for this assignment. His boss had been referring to his friendship with Prithvi though. What would Josh think if he knew that his agent was lusting after the friend's sister? Angad knew the answer to that question. Josh would have his hide.
The phone rang again. Angad answered it, listened for a minute, and then said, "Yes, Josh. I'll be sure to tell him. Thanks for calling."
Kripa was standing in the closet doorway, shifting from bare foot to bare foot as she searched through the clothes crammed together on the single, bowed rod.
When Angad hung up, she asked, "Was that Josh Sharma?"
"What? Oh, yeah, it was. Prithvi left his day timer in the kitchen, and Josh said he'd mail it to him."
"Did he mention when Prithvi and Sujal left?"
"Yes," he answered. "At the crack of dawn. Kripa, for the love of God, put some clothes on."
She kept sorting through her clothes as she answered him. "As soon as you give me a little privacy, I'll be happy to get dressed."
He could hear the embarrassment in her voice. "Okay, okay," he said, feeling like an idiot. Heading for her shower, he added, "Don't leave the bedroom until I'm dressed, and keep the door locked."
"Azaan's downstairs."
"Yeah, well, I still want you to wait for me." His voice didn't leave room for an argument.
She ran after him. He was peeling his T-shirt off as she reached behind him to grab her hair dryer and brush from the counter behind the sink. Her hand accidentally rubbed against the base of his spine, and he reacted as though she's just burned him with her curling iron. He flinched.
"Sorry," she stammered.
He sighed as he tossed the T-shirt into the sink. "I made you feel awkward again, didn't I?"
They were standing toe to toe, facing each other. She clutched the robe to her chest with one hand and gripped the hair dryer and brush with the other hand.
"Is Mr. Pradimanyu listening?" she whispered.
He shook his head. "The pin's on the dresser with the ear piece."
"I don't want it to be awkward, but it's just that we kissed. I know we were supposed to, but I....."
"What?"
Shrugging, she said, "It just made things awkward again. That's all."
"We both got......"
"What?" she whispered.
"Hot."
She'd been staring at his toes until he'd said that word. Her eyes flew to his.
"Yes, we did. What do we do about it?"
"Get past it," he suggested. "I know one way,"
The sparkles in his eyes should have been a warning "How?" she asked.
"Take a shower with me. That should get you past your shyness."
Edited by GuJuHoTnEsS - 17 years ago
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