Chapter 27: Deep Shit
It was one thing to be kissed by your boss at a masquerade party and quite another to see him at work on Monday morning and pretend that nothing was different. That everything was the same. They had a long presentation that morning and when he saw her, he gave a nod that smacked of an absent politeness, the same way that he was with everyone there. Not that she had expected anything else. In some ways – well, in most ways – she was glad, she thought. The last thing she wanted was for ASR to treat her any differently because they had shared one impulsive mad moment. But it also made her rethink the entire scenario. She should have never let him do it. She should have pulled away. She should have...
She became aware of the silence suddenly and looked around to see everyone staring at her. They were looking at her hand with the pen, which she was tapping incessantly against the table.
"I am sorry." She said, pulling her hand back. "Please continue."
Everyone turned back to the presenter and just before she looked back down at her laptop, she caught Arnav's eyes and saw him look at her for just a moment longer before turning his attention to the presenter. The entire incident made her hyperaware and she somehow managed to not call attention to herself for the rest of the meeting and was glad when it ended just in time for lunch.
She rushed out of the room earlier than the others and went into her office to shut the door behind her.
She put her laptop and charts down and stood by her desk for a moment with the heel of her palms to her eyes as she tried to think of how to get through the rest of the day. Her sleep had been restless and her body ached all over and her feet hurt from her heels. Just as she kicked them off, she heard the door open and close behind her and her stomach dropped when she felt the hair at her nape prickle in awareness.
He didn't approach her for a solid minute, but she still refused to turn around to look at him. She thought she heard him lock the door then and shook her head as she fought the kernel the excitement inside that couldn't be completely smothered out by the logical part of her that warned herself about how entirely inappropriate and unprofessional this was...
He still didn't say anything but came towards her to turn her around to face him. Now that her heels were off, his arms went around her waist to raise her up towards him before he caught her lips. She could hear how loudly her heart was beating inside her chest as her body pressed into him as if this is all it had wanted since he had pulled off her mask and kissed her at the party. Or maybe even since that storeroom... or maybe since that day when he had come to check in on her at her flat... or maybe...
Stop!
She didn't know which part of her brain had yelled that command; the one that wanted to be kissed or the one that didn't.
It didn't matter anyways because all the logical reasoning in the world couldn't pull her away from him just then as his lips moved over her. It hadn't been this intense when he had kissed her at the party. Maybe that Catwoman suit did have magical properties after all... because all she could feel inside her now was a melting puddle of sensations.
By the time he pulled back, she was on her tiptoes and he was holding her up. She was sure that if he let go, she would slide down to her floor, entirely formless. Her eyes were closed and she found that she couldn't open them. She couldn't face him just yet... she couldn't face herself just yet... and right when she thought that he would pull away entirely, she felt his lips at her neck, just inside the cloak of her hair and under the sensitive skin beneath her earlobe. She felt a tiny gasp of pleasure escape her and heard him groan against her neck as he crushed her tighter to him.
"Your scent is driving me f**king nuts, Khushi. Stop wearing this thing, whatever it is that you are wearing!"
She held onto his shoulders as his words made her weaker.
"Otherwise I am going to take you against this desk one of these days and to hell with professional conduct."
"Stop." She whispered now, feeling her body ready itself for just what he threatened.
"Stop talking or stop kissing you?" he asked and she wondered if he was trying to be facetious.
"Both." She said with some effort.
He didn't let her go right away, holding on for a few more minutes.
Before he pulled away completely, he whispered, "Go home for the afternoon Khushi. You look like you haven't slept in days."
"What a compliment from someone who just kissed me." She recovered her tongue in enough time to respond.
"I don't think my wanting to kiss you has anything do with how you look. If that was the case I would done it a long time ago, don't you think?"
She tilted her head at him in confusion before rolling her eyes. "Of course. The scent. The stupid scent. I don't wear Lavender, Arnav. I have never worn it. I have no idea where you are getting that from!"
"Well, whatever the hell you are wearing, it's doing the f**king trick. I am like a f**king stallion trailing after a mare in heat."
"Stallion! Ha! Why don't you compare yourself to a lion or a panther too while you're at it?" she said, turning around from him, suddenly agitated and annoyed.
His arms went around her waist and he pulled her back against him so that she could feel his arousal quite clearly. He bit her earlobe before he said, "It's the entire f**king zoo!"
Her breathing had turned shallow and labored and she tried to get her body to calm down.
She forced his hands open and moved out of his hold. Staying in there would only lead to more of their bodies doing the talking for them, which was singularly unadvised at this precarious juncture.
A few minutes later, she heard her door open and close and she looked back to find the room empty.
She squelched the disappointment and gave free room for the relief to flow through...
Despite all her efforts to the contrary, it appeared that she had landed in deep deep shit indeed...
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