He sat by her gently pulling her to lean on his arm
"You are back on your perch?"
"Perch?" she asked confused
He realized she didnt speak fluent English
"i meant favorite seat in the house" he smiled
"I like to sit here. I like the new awning" she smiled
"I thought you might.." He sighed exhaling audibly
"You are not going out?" she asked
"What? No... leave the wife alone?" he chuckled
She pulled away sat up and looked at him self consciously
"I cannot just stay here like that no?"
"How else do u want it to be?" he smiled arms folded across his chest
"Umm.. I dont know..."
"Dont let my mother intimidate you" he said quietly
She stiffened unknowingly
"Umm.. no... I am just.. I am just trying to make sense" she said
"Was your father upset?" he asked
She nodded slowly
"He did not expect me to want to go to Bangalore" she said
"what did you tell him?"
"When Mr Narang said... means your grandfather said ... I was shocked" she said
"Did you ask him or just tell him?"
"I asked him"
"He is never going to like me Trish" Ashvin said sadly
She nodded feeling a lump in her throat
"It bothers you... I know" he said
"He thinks we dont know each other. And I am rushing"
"If we had met under different circumstances would you date a guy like me?" he asked
She blushed... "i dont know where I would see someone like you"
"At a beach in Ullal..." he stretched on her lounge chair his arms casually resting behind his head
"Only French tourists and Swedish tourist come" she said amused
She had her back to him, still crouching, looking at her toes
"Did u learn to speak any French?" he gently felt her back with the tips of his fingers and watched her shudder...
everytime she stopped he began to tease her back with his fingertips
His fingers pausing over her strap... thumbing it
"Oui" she giggled
"Thats a good one to know..." he laughed huskily, pressing down on her strap
"ashwinnn" she moaned
"turn around then" he urged
"then you will do something in the front" she said shaking her head
He burst out laughing
She turned around to admire that
He stopped laughing, pulling her closer
She lay on him
"Teach me French" he whispered
"That one word?" she asked no clue how to flirt
"Trish..." he groaned.. rubbing his lower body on hers, while pressing her lower body down on his
Her hands clutching his shoulders, he leaned and grazed her neck.
"I can teach you konkani" she said sincerely
"How do u say, ...(he whispered in her ear)
She stiffened, turned red and tried to slide off... he rolled to his side and placed her close by
"OK... fine... how do u say.. I missed you?" he whispered
She whispered softly...
"Arent you going to go check on MJ?" he urged
"You want me to?" she asked sweetly
"I want you to do everything you would do if you were my room mate"
"Means I can apply oil in my hair and clean the house every saturday?" she smiled
He nodded, his eyes clouding with desire
"Sure... I can help you" he said not really meaning it
"what happened to your cook?" she asked
"I have you now... I dont need one" he teased
"Your mother will say I am trying to kill you" she said in shock
He laughed again heartily
He gasped at the end
"You are not afraid to speak your mind are you?"
She smiled shyly... "I cook badly no"
"She was not showing up for work... I was making myself food many evenings... my Mom set her up... I have no idea how to vet a new one"
"I can make eggs" she said
"eggs it will be" he leaned and began to kiss her again...