asya_kabhi ff Is there a price for passion? pg 86 BUDDY ME FOR PM - Page 51

Originally posted by: siyasharma94

It was hawwttt..

😳

Originally posted by: SanKsgian

OH MY SWEETYY...WHAT'S WRONG MY BABY...ILL😕😕😕

Yes I m not well.
From past two weeks.
But I never be perfect u know.
There is somethin' or the other with my immune system.

Originally posted by: SanKsgian

so true ...i have to agree on this one😕😕...but my story ddlj oppose this

Which one... which story is that...
not all the time is good... or bad sometimes...only

Originally posted by: ASYA4eveAAA

Its nothing like pinching its not a dream...
This is like i am reading a novel ...
With jealosly love care n lots of emotion ...
You cn script it up n make a movie outta it ..
I loved the language the style ...
Truly u deserve all the praises ... :)

well she is right 👏

12...

they making out in the car...

very intense...

Have you read the book price of passion? By susan napier? Maybe you shouldve mentioned that in your intro! Love your ff but u shouldve told where you are inspired from

Omg I love this update

Originally posted by: ASYA4eveAAA

Yes I m not well.
From past two weeks.
But I never be perfect u know.
There is somethin' or the other with my immune system.

Aww take care bb
Xoxo

Originally posted by: Linsie

well she is right 👏

Ok people that's enough now 😳

ok here goes another chapter...enjoy people

chapter 24

TWO weeks later, zoya tiptoed up the hall to stand outside the firmly shut door to Asad's office, pressing a warning finger to her lips as she looked down at Prince, trailing at her heels, who looked to be winding up for an inquiring "wuff".

She raised a hand to knock and dropped it again, chewing at her lip. The door shut meant that Asad wasn't to be disturbed"they had arranged that all-important signal right from the start. If she came over and his door was shut, she went away again.

Except in dire emergencies. Which this wasn't"well, not as Asad would class it, anyway...

"I can hear you thinking!"

Muffled by the near soundproof door, Asad's voice made her jump.

"Woof!" yelled Prince at the sound of his master's voice, clearly letting her off the hook. Or so she thought.

"You may as well come in, zoya."

She cracked the door open and poked her head in, pushing Prince back with a firm hand.

"I wasn't going to knock," she told him. "I was going to wait. Have I wrecked your train of thought?"

He angled his head down and looked at her over the top of his narrow spectacles. She had been charmed to discover that he wore the neat, gold-rimmed reading glasses when he worked for prolonged periods at his desk. She had teased him that it made him look like a "proper writer", but he had got her back by wearing them the next time they made love, and forcing her to admit that they made him look incredibly sexy.

"Do you want the polite answer, or the truth?"

"The polite answer, please,"she said, pushing the door wider. He threw down the gold-topped pen with which he had

been correcting pages and took off his glasses. "You're looking rather frazzled."

"I'm frizzled and frazzled," she said, fingering through her salt-laden locks. I don't seem to have any water."

"Low tide classified as an emergency now, is it?" he asked, but his brown eyes were amused as he rocked back in his chair, lazily stretching his arms before tucking his hands behind his head. "If you wait twelve hours I"m sure it"ll come back in again."

"I mean at the house. I went to have a shower and nothing happened. None of the taps are working, either. The rental agent said to phone a plumber, but apparently he doesn't work weekends in The Beach...unless you have too much water. He'll come for a flood but not a drought. Would you mind if I used your guest shower?"

He gave her an impatient look. "You know you don't have to even ask, you can shower here whenever you like"or have a soak in the spa." His eyes glinted. "I know you like a long, leisurely bathe, so that your skin is soft when you stroke on those silky body lotions."

He was reminding her that more than once he had applied them for her, revealing a wicked talent for erotic massage... "Thanks," she said in an effort to stay focused on her errand.

"I've been down on the beach all morning and I think I've brought half of it back with me."

He looked approvingly at her glowing colour. "Aren't you glad I persuaded Ayan to give you an extra month's holiday?"

"Persuaded? Blackmailed, more like!" she laughed. Asad's suggestion that she spend a few more leisurely weeks at the beach, but he had been very persuasive and hadn't hesitated to use her area of greatest vulnerability.

"You've just gone through a very emotionally draining experience; you owe it to yourself to fully recover before you plunge back into the fray," he had lectured. "Didn't the doctor say something about your stress levels helping to send your hormones all out of whack? Ayan will work you into a nervous breakdown if you're not careful.

"Well, I suppose I could phone and ask..." she said uncertainly, tempted by the thought of a few more stolen weeks alone with her lover, and yet at the same time mistrustful of her current state of blissful irresponsibility. This was her healing time and she and Asad were consciously living it from moment to moment, taking each day as it came and carefully putting aside any reference to the future.

"Don't ask him, tell him!"And when she baulked at that he shrugged and seemed to give up.

But when she finally borrowed Asad's phone to make the toll-call, she found Ayan strangely affable, chuckling fatly in her ear and reassuring her that her job would be waiting for her however long she decided to stay away, that she was worth her weight in gold and that any research she wanted to do for a private client while she was away was okey-dokey with him.

"You went behind my back!" zoya confronted Asad as soon as she'd hung up the phone, trying hard to be angry.

"It was for your own good. Someone had to play hard-ball on your behalf."

"How would you like it if I negotiated one of your contracts without telling you?" she demanded.

"Be my guest, sweetheart, I hate all that hoopla," he drawled, taking the wind out of her sails. "I could fire my agent and save myself twenty per cent!"

The next tussle between them was that Asad had decided it was silly for her to continue to pay her holiday rental when she was sleeping nearly every night in his bed. "Since you're spending so much time over here you may as well stay for the next few weeks," he tossed out casually. "With the high season coming, I think you'll find you won't be able to renew your rental for another month, anyway."

"I think it's better if I keep my own space. If I can't, and there isnt' another rental somewhere nearby, I'll just go home," said zoya with firm finality, her heart in her mouth as she rejected his offhand invitation. But she wasn't going to make any more life-changing decisions based on foolish assumptions. She knew all too well how dangerous wishful thinking could be, and Asad's offer had been only for her to stay, not to move in with him. There was a subtle, but enormous difference, particularly when the phrase was used by a man whose business was subtle shades of meaning.

"Besides, I know how vital your privacy is to you when you're working," she reminded him. "So, thanks for the offer, but it's better this way for both of us."

Fortunately, when she contacted the rental agent, he shuffled his files and came across a note about the unexpected cancellation of his next booking, so to her relief she and Koshka were able to settle in for the duration.

"Why don't I come and see what the problem is with your water," he said now, switching off his computer monitor and lunging out of his chair.

"But your door was shut," she said guiltily, following him downstairs with Prince.

"And it would have stayed shut if I hadn't been stuck in a rut. A bit of he-man stuff on the side might kick something loose," he said, fetching a few tools from his garage and stuffing them into his jeans pockets.

"Is it going badly, then?" she said sympathetically.

He gave her a slightly defensive sidelong look. "No, actually, in general it's going rather well."

Which was more than could be said for her shower.

"Do you know anything about plumbing?" she asked dubiously as she watched him tinker and curse at the shower head.

He bristled as if she had challenged his manhood. "I helped build irrigation systems in the desert"what do you think?"

She threw up her hands in surrender. "Just asking. Er...I'll leave you to it, then," she said, hurriedly backing out of the bathroom as he pinched the skin between thumb and forefin ger in the wrench and swore even more viciously.

Some time later he sought her out in the lounge, where she was reading with Koshka dozing on her lap.

"It's no use. You're not going to have water any time soon. Your pump has packed up."

"What pump?" asked zoya, depositing the sleeping cat on the couch.

"You're on bore-water here. The pump sucks it out of the ground and then pumps it from a tank through to your pipes. It may be a major job to fix it. Even if the plumber gets onto it right straight away he'll probably have to wait for parts."

"Oh, so what do you think I should do?"

"There's nothing you can do at the moment. You obviously can't stay here without water. Unless you fancy ferrying a bucket from next door every time you want to flush your toilet," he added sarcastically as he watched her open her mouth to protest.

Within an hour he had her packed up and installed in the large, ground-floor bedroom at the front of his house, looking on with folded arms as she hung her clothes in the big walk-in closet.

"This is only temporary"until the pump is fixed," said zoya, turning to place a stack of her folded underwear into the chest of drawers and catching the quiet look of satisfaction on his face.

"Of course."

She looked at him sharply and he responded with a smile of devilish smugness. "Well, I guess I'll be getting back to work. You know where everything is by now. Make yourself at home..."

She knew where the smugness came from when she met the laconic plumber who after several postponements was frustratingly vague on an estimate of exactly when she could expect to have running water again, and over a week later she was still totting up the amount of the refund that she would be owed by the landlord.

And loving living with Asad.

"This is duck-to-water stuff for you, isn't it?" he murmured when he sat down to lunch to find yet another concise fact-sheet sitting by his plate. "This'll save me a hell of a lot of reading. I'm sorry if I've turned this into a bit of a busman's holiday for you."

"I'm happy to sing for my supper," she told him readily. His brown eyes glowed. "You do that already, in much more exciting ways."

Colour touched her cheekbones. "I'm glad you like my cooking," she said primly, deliberately reading an innocent meaning into his provocative words. "Perhaps I should be charging you"Ayan did suggest I might take on a private commission."

"Maybe that's because I hinted to him that I could benefit from your expertise," he admitted with laughter in his eyes. "He practically fell over himself at the thought he might get a book out of me a second sooner. And if you want to hear me sing, sweet heart, you only have to touch me the way you did last night..."

She loved the nights even more than the days, and not just for the intimate dinners and excitement of his love-making, but for what came afterwards, when they would lie in each other's arms in the dark, talking.

One evening he came back from a trip to the store with a package under his arm.

"It's from Ayan," he said, sitting on a stool at the break fast bar to slit the large envelope and extract a note and a smaller, striped airmail envelope.

zoya froze in the act of slicing vegetables for dinner. "I thought he didn't know where you lived?"

"He does now"at least he knows about the post box at the store," he murmured, studying the writing on the front and the back of the envelope.

"Well, he didn't find out about it from me," she said quickly.

"No, from me." He glanced up and smiled ruefully at her expression.

"Part of our trade-off for your extra month: satisfying his curiosity and making myself a little less inaccessible." zoya was stunned. "I thought all the arm-twisting was the other way around. And so you just told him?" she said, her

heart swelling. "For me?"

He shrugged as if he had dropped a damp squib rather than a bombshell. "It was inevitable I'd tell him soon, anyway. I'm thinking of getting off the merry-go-round and moving down here permanently."

He was thinking of moving to The Beach! zoya felt the shock of it move through her body. Where would that leave her?

"When are you thinking of moving?"

"I haven't got that far in my planning," he said, with discouraging brevity. "let's leave it to that for a while"

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