Rahul Mehta Fanfiction: Seducing my secretary(chapter-5 & 6 added) - Page 3

Originally posted by: Hazal_kaya

i used to watch IKRS...but after leap and change of female lead , i stopped watching it...vidha was my fav jodi...

Originally posted by: Hazal_kaya

can u make ur writing index plzzz...
ur all writings will be excellent just like this... i know...
so plzzz make an index so that people can also appreciate ur other writings...

"The only way I'd be satisfied would be if you left early. Like now. But since you won't, I'll be on my way."

Rahul stopped her with one touch. Tingles shot up her arm. Her eyes rounded.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Ms. Sharma. We have so much todiscuss."

"We have nothing to discuss," she said primly.

"Dear Aaryan, I can't stop thinking about""

"How dare you!" Cold fury and embarrassment invaded her body, replacing every bit of desire that had dared to cloud her mind. Would she ever be able to live down those private emails?

"Now that I have your attention, may I make my intentions known?" he asked smoothly, crossing his long legs at the ankle.

"And what would those be?" She glared down at him, at his smirking mouth and wicked blue eyes. Such a shame that the devil looked like a handsome prince.

"You in my bed."

"Not a chance in hell."

"Give me one date."

She laughed. "You think you could change my mind with only one date?"

"Fine. Two dates."

"Ten," she snapped.

"Five," he countered.

"Eight."

"Done." A satisfied smile covered his gorgeous face.

Sweet Lord. What had she agreed to? Holding up her hands, she began to shake her head. "I didn't mean it like that. I got caught up with arguing and"and""

He jumped to his feet, like a graceful cat. "Oh, but you did." Leaning down, he lightly kissed her cheek. Her pulse raced. "I'll see you tomorrow morning for breakfast."

"I'm surprised you didn't want a nightcap," she grumbled.

"That's date three." He winked, and then sauntered away, like a man who'd just... well, had gotten one over on her.

She had the childish urge to stomp her feet and throw something at him. "Oooh. There is no way I'm going on one date with that man, much less eight," she said as she began to make her way back to her hotel room.

Rahul's first thought upon waking was his conversation with Aisha.

It wasn't well done of him, but he didn't bloody well care. He wasdetermined to get her to see him in a new light, even if she thought he only wanted her in his bed.

Of course, he wanted her in his bed, but he wanted more than that. He wanted her smiles, her laughter... he wanted the woman he'd met three years ago.

He shoved the covers back and walked to the bathroom, cutting on the shower. While the water steamed up the room, he shaved and brushed his teeth before quickly washing up. He had to catch her at breakfast, only he wasn't sure if she would be seated on the pavilion or stay in her room.

Taking a chance, he pulled on a pair of board shorts and a t-shirt before heading to the pavilion. Luckily, the place wasn't packed.

Eyes roaming the room, he found the woman of his dreams seated near the pool. She looked enchanting in her sundress and a wide, floppy hat that kept her pale skin from burning.

Keeping one eye on her, he ran the breakfast gauntlet and filled up a plate. She still hadn't seen him because if she had, Aisha would have left already.

Silently making his way to her, he could barely contain the hope that threatened to bubble up. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, sitting across from her.

Her head lifted, and her eyes narrowed as she stabbed a piece of helpless pineapple in the process. She had terrifyingly good aim. "It was a good morning."

"Until I showed up?"

"Exactly."

"And made it the best morning you've ever had," he said, enjoying theway her eyes rolled and her nostrils flared slightly. If he couldn't have her soft and sweet, then he would take her passionate hatred of him instead.

"Would you listen to yourself?"

"Rather listen to you, love."

"Oh, I can go on for hours," she practically growled at him.

His gaze dropped to her lips. "So can I."

Her lips parted, twin rosy petals. Her tongue darted out, licking the bottom. His gut clenched. Then she seemed to compose herself, sitting up straighter.

"You really want to listen to me talk?" she asked.

"Yes."

She studied his face, as if looking for the lie in his answer. "Fine."

He tucked into his pancakes. "I'm all ears."

Those lips of hers puckered and he bit back a smile, concentrating on chewing and swallowing instead. "I... don't know what to say."

"Where did you grow up?" he asked.

She blinked at him. "Delhi."

"Never been there. Would I like it?"

"I thought this was supposed to be about me?" she pointed out with a haughty look on her face.

"Quite so." He waved his fork in the air. "Carry on."

"I doubt you would like it."

"Why?"

"It's nothing but country folk. Only one stoplight in the entire town and most of the time, it's on the fritz," she said with obvious affection. "But Knight's Way still has a drive-in movie theater and Beechum'sDrugstore. Best grilled ham and cheese around."

"I'm a huge fan of grilled sandwiches," he said, and her beautiful eyes narrowed. "All right, so I'm an indiscriminate fan of food in general."

A ghost of a smile played on her lips. "You would find my grandparents' grilled ham and cheese irresistible."

I find you irresistible. "What about your parents?"

"My mom just retired from teaching, and my dad will retire from UPS next year. I don't get to see them much with my work obligations." She shook her head a little. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. You already know."

"I don't make it a habit to snoop."

"Except when you can't help yourself," she pointed out.

He didn't want to argue with her. Didn't want to bring up the beginning of their years of animosity"at least on her side. He'd never hated her.

"I didn't look into your past," he maintained.

Her eyes widened a little. "I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I think you're telling me the truth."

"Haven't I always?"

"I don't know."

That was a fair enough assessment. He'd teased and double-talked her to no end. "Honestly, I've not looked, Aisha."

"You've made it difficult to trust what you say."

"What can I say to put your mind at ease?" he asked, desperate for the truth.

She shrugged, her gaze going to the ocean. Waves the color of turquoise splashed on pink sand. A gentlebreeze blew through the palm trees.

"Nothing."

"Then I won't say a word."

Her dark gaze focused on him. "Are you really going to hold me to eight dates with you?"

Though he nearly hated himself for it, there was no other way to get past her defenses. "Yes."

She stood suddenly, her chair going back and her hat flopping wildly before she slammed her hand down on the top of it. "That's one date down, Mr mehta."

"We've barely spent any timetogether," he protested.

"You didn't specify how much time we had to spend together, only the number." She tilted her head to one side. "And the type of date. I'm done with breakfast, so our date is over."

Grim determination set in. "Brilliant. I'll see you tonight for dinner, at six thirty PM. My room. I'll order for us."

Her face paled a little. "I am not coming to your r""

"Afraid of being alone with me?"

She sputtered. "N-no. Good grief,

"So you think I'm handsome?" He gave her a cheeky grin.

Her face flamed. "I'm not blind," she said tightly, and then stormed off.

"You're not immune, either," he said, his mood considerablylighter.

Aisha struggled to get her temper in check at his last remark. He had meant for her to hear him. She knew it. Rahul had an uncannyknack for making her lose it. He knew just what to say.

But if she had to be honest, she wasn't an innocent party in all of this. She gave as good as she got. Sometimes, she secretly liked their banter. Worse, she sometimes looked forward to it.

How she would get through eight dates with him, she didn't know, but she would persevere. If only to prove to them both that she didn't find him...well, she did find him attractive. In a hot, British guy sort of way.

He did have really nice hair"blond, thick, and wavy. His eyes were nice too"the color of the ocean right outside her balcony. And the way he was built"tall and lean. The man really ought to be on the cover of Men's Fitness ...or GQ, considering the suits he wore to work each day.

"Stop," she ordered herself.

"Stop what?" a familiar voice asked.

Aisha drew up short. Just who she needed to run into. She glanced upwards and mouthed, Really, God, before turning to face the woman behind her. "Mrs. Kapoor."

Warm grey eyes crinkled at the corners. "It's shreya"

"shreya" Aisha agreed, giving her a smile. Or at least she hoped it was a smile and not a feral baring of teeth. "Are you ready for the ceremony?"

"Mostly." Shreya linked her arm with Aisha's and began to walk. Aisha had no choice but to go along with her. "Want to know a secret?"

Please don't be pregnant. She couldn't handle that kind of happiness for her boss. And wasn't she the most horrible person onearth for thinking that? "Sure."

"The wedding isn't for me. Aaryan thinks this is what I want, but really, I was happy to be marriedby the minister of beer."

Aisha's jaw dropped. "The what?"

Shreya laughed. "Didn't you know?"

"I had no idea." The minister of beer? That did not fit in with herfantasy of Aaryan. Her Aaryan was sophisticated and"ohmigosh. He wasn't her Aaryan He was shreya's Aaryan.

"Desperate times called for desperate measures," Shreya replied.

"At least he wasn't so desperate hemarried Ananya roy"

"You got that right." Shreya shivered. "She hadn't changed a bit."

Aisha gazed at the blonde. "You know her?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Her family Aaryan's vacationed at The Magnificent Dunes. She was always scheming to get him alone, not that I can blame her."

"Teenagers can be very dramatic"

"I've known Aaryan since I was eight," Shreya replied. "But itfeels like I've known him for far longer."

Aisha frowned. She hadn't known that. She'd assumed Shreya was some girl from Aaryan's past who needed money and, most importantly, wasn't Ananya roy

"Are you okay?" Shreya asked, stopping in front of the resort's spa.

"Fine. Just a lot on my mind."

"Aaryan said you're as bad as him when it comes to relaxing, which is why I went looking for you this morning."

"He did? You did?"

Shreya nodded, clearly pleased with herself. "That's why we're going to have a girls' day of pampering."

Oh dear Lord. She was going to spend the day with the woman who'd married the man she loved. Or used to love. Or shouldn't love. Either way, she was screwed.

"Yay," Aisha said.

"I'm going to pretend you're excited and not feeling obligated."

Originally posted by: Hazal_kaya

I am loving your bold and naughty Rahul...and 8 dates...OMG...:-D:-D:-D

dear... quick quick...make Aisha fall in love with Rahul soon... :-D:-D:-D