Asya_Kabhi version of FIFTY SHADES UPDATE PG58 FOR PMS PLZ BUDDY ME - Page 16

Originally posted by: suearmaniac

Why u had to end it thr? Oh i so want to read more!
Talking of sharad ...he has some wrong intentions so i wud say having a drink with THIS boss isn't safe
and with the audi drive to the end u gave me the feel of the book just as i imagined

Originally posted by: suearmaniac

His care fr her diet and her rolling eyes! I thought he wud go bck to his punishing mode 🤣
bt m glad he smiled instead
and when he said baby i adored that moment yar
backseat in car! And here comes charlie tango 😆
great going

Originally posted by: suearmaniac

nahi ab pehle ek aur update
phir exam

Originally posted by: Splash-ASYA

woahh.. impressive!

i have read this book and u r making it the same..

i can actually imagine asya and not gray and anna.. lol..

but this part was actually really good..

continue ASAP..

hope u keep updating regularly..

and thank y for the pm !!!

Originally posted by: nikii11

okie zoe visualizing aak

thinking about their last encounter

making her restless

next day sharad boltha hain how abt we celebrate togtr

drinks karege aftr work

drinks with the boss not a good idea na

fir asya meet

uss kamine boss ko dekke asad gets concerned

fir car main asya nok jhok

and aak missing her and embracing her

then they reach the place and asad walking her towards the elevators

his touch melting her again

elevator door closes

wht next continue fast

Originally posted by: Linsie

do you know how to get 2nd and 3rd book... 😆 😆 😆

Originally posted by: ASYAaishu

oh...god..you did stop at a crucial spot..

plz continue fast..❤️

im really eager..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Originally posted by: sweet_tehs

Fabulous update...

Waiting for them to get back together..

N I guess this Sharad would be making more appearances and complications too..

chapter 3

Desire pools dark and deadly in my groin. He clasps my hand and grazes my knuckles with his thumb, and all my muscles clench tightly, deliciously, deep inside me.

Holy cow. How can he still do this to me?

"Please don't bite your lip, Zoya," he whispers.

I gaze up at him, releasing my lip. I want him. Here, now, in the elevator. How could I not?

"You know what it does to me," he murmurs.

Oh, I still affect him. My inner goddess stirs from her five-day sulk.

Abruptly the doors open, breaking the spell, and we're on the roof. It's windy, and despite my black jacket, I'm cold. Asad puts his arm around me, pulling me into his side, and we hurry across to where Charlie Tango stands in the center of the helipad with its rotor blades slowly spinning.

A tall, blond, square-jawed man in a dark suit leaps out and, ducking low, runs toward us. Shaking hands with Asad, he shouts above the noise of the rotors.

"Ready to go, sir. She's all yours!"

"All checks done?"

"Yes, sir."

"You'll collect her around eight thirty?"

"Yes, sir."

"Rahul's waiting for you out front."

"Thank you, Mr. Khan. Safe flight to Portland. Ma'am." He salutes me. Without releasing me, Asad nods, ducks down, and leads me to the helicopter door.

Once inside he buckles me firmly into my harness, cinching the straps tight. He gives me a knowing look and his secret smile.

"This should keep you in your place," he murmurs. "I must say I do like this harness on you. Don't touch anything."

I flush a deep crimson, and he runs his index finger down my cheek before handing me the headphones. I'd like to touch you, too, but you won't let me. I scowl at him. Besides, he's pulled the straps so tight I can barely move.

He sits in his seat and buckles himself in, then starts running through all his preflight checks. He's just so competent. It's very alluring. He puts on his headphones and flips a switch and the rotors speed up, deafening me.

Turning, he gazes at me. "Ready, baby?" His voice echoes through the headphones.

"Yes."

He grins his boyish grin. Wow"I've not seen it for so long.

"Sea-Tac tower, this is Charlie Tango"Tango Echo Hotel, cleared for takeoff to Portland via PDX. Please confirm, over."

The disembodied voice of the air traffic controller answers, issuing instructions.

"Roger, tower, Charlie Tango set, over and out." Asad flips two switches, grasps the stick, and the helicopter rises slowly and smoothly into the evening sky.

Seattle and my stomach drop away from us, and there's so much to see.

"We've chased the dawn, Zoya, now the dusk," his voice comes through on the headphones. I turn to gape at him in surprise.

What does this mean? How is it that he can say the most romantic things? He smiles, and I can't help but smile shyly back at him.

"As well as the evening sun, there's more to see this time," he says.

The last time we flew to Seattle it was dark, but this evening the view is spectacular, literally out of this world. We're up among the tallest buildings, going higher and higher.

"Escala's over there." He points toward the building. "Boeing there, and you can just see the Space Needle."

I crane my head. "I've never been."

"I'll take you"we can eat there."

What? "Asad, we broke up."

"I know. I can still take you there and feed you." He glares at me.

I shake my head and flush before taking a less confrontational approach. "It's very beautiful up here, thank you."

"Impressive, isn't it?"

"Impressive that you can do this."

"Flattery from you, Miss Farooqui? But I'm a man of many talents."

"I'm fully aware of that, Mr. Khan."

He turns and smirks at me, and for the first time in five days, I relax a little. Perhaps this won't be so bad.

"How's the new job?"

"Good, thank you. Interesting."

"What's your boss like?"

"Oh, he's okay." How can I tell Asad that Sharad makes me uncomfortable? Asad turns and gazes at me.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"Aside from the obvious, nothing."

"The obvious?"

"Oh, Asad, you really are very obtuse sometimes."

"Obtuse? Me? I'm not sure I appreciate your tone, Miss Farooqui."

"Well, don't then."

His lips twitch into a smile. "I have missed your smart mouth." I gasp and I want to shout, I've missed you"all of you"not just your mouth! But I keep quiet and gaze out the glass fishbowl that is Charlie Tango's windshield as we continue south. The dusk is to our right, the sun low on the horizon"large, blazing fiery orange"

The dusk has followed us from Seattle, and the sky is awash with opal, pinks, and aquamarines woven seamlessly together as only Mother Nature knows how. It's a clear, crisp evening, and the lights of Portland twinkle and wink, welcoming us as Asad sets the helicopter down on the helipad. We are on top of the strange brown brick building in Portland we left less than three weeks ago.

Jeez, it's been hardly any time at all. Yet I feel like I've known Asad for a lifetime.

He powers down Charlie Tango, flipping various switches so the rotors stop, and eventually all I hear is my own breathing through the headphones. Hmm. Briefly it reminds me of the Thomas Tallis experience. I blanch. I so don't want to go there right now.

Asad unbuckles his harness and leans across to undo mine.

"Good trip, Miss Farooqui?" he asks, his voice mild, his gray eyes glowing.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Khan," I reply politely.

"Well, let's go see the boy's photos." He holds his hand out to me and taking it, I climb out of Charlie Tango.

A gray-haired man with a beard walks over to meet us, smiling broadly, and I recognize him as the old-timer from the last time we were here.

"Joe." Asad smiles and releases my hand to shake Joe's warmly.

"Keep her safe for Stephan. He'll be along around eight or nine."

"Will do, Mr. Khan. Ma'am," he says, nodding at me. "Your car's waiting downstairs, sir. Oh, and the elevator's out of order; you'll need to use the stairs."

"Thank you, Joe."

Asad takes my hand, and we head to the emergency stairs.

"Good thing for you this is only three floors, in those heels," he mutters to me in disapproval.

No kidding.

"Don't you like the boots?"

"I like them very much, Zoya." His gaze darkens and I think he might say something else, but he stops. "Come. We'll take it slow. I don't want you falling and breaking your neck."

We sit in silence as our driver takes us to the gallery. My anxiety has returned full force, and I realize that our time in Charlie Tango has been the eye of the storm. Asad is quiet and brooding . . . apprehensive even; our lighter mood from earlier has dissipated. There's so much I want to say, but this journey is too short. Asad stares pensively out the window.

"Shayan is just a friend," I murmur.

Asad turns and gazes at me, his eyes dark and guarded, giving nothing away. His mouth"oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden. I remember it on me"everywhere. My skin heats. He shifts in his seat and frowns.

"Those beautiful eyes look too large in your face, Zoya. Please tell me you'll eat."

"Yes, Asad, I'll eat," I answer automatically, a platitude.

"I mean it."

"Do you now?" I cannot keep the disdain out of my voice. Honestly, the audacity of this man"this man who has put me through hell over the last few days. No, that's wrong.

I've put myself through hell. No. It's him. I shake my head, confused.