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increase the anticipatory feathery shivers rippling across her skin. Vishakha worried her lower lip, fiddling with the beaded neck accessory the salon stylist had given her. Instead of answering, she slanted him a look.
    An evening with him. Drowning in the sensual magic he projected. Yet that
damn you
arrogance he possessed. Could she put up with it?
    So what? All she wanted was a good time. Nothing more.
    She took a deep breath and whispered, ‘Now.’
    â€˜Want this?’ His voice lowered further, his eyes narrowed, a wicked glint in the amber-green depths. She sucked in her breath. For drool-worthiness, Zaheer Saxena didn’t just take the cake, he took the whole bakery. But then he probably knew to an inch how he appeared and to a Newton the devastating force of that look. She met his gaze and said quite steadily, ‘Yes, I want this.’
    â€˜How much?’ he teased.
    â€˜Totally,’ she said.
    â€˜You’ll kill me, sweetheart.’
    She ignored his overstated way of speaking, trying to absorb her own surprise at her seriousness.
    This mattered to her. She had been disregarded by her fiancé, and ignored by her sister as though she didn’t exist. Saira hadn’t bothered to even ask for her forgiveness or tried to explain. Just a tepid, ‘Sorry Vishakha, we had to do this.’ And that too on the phone. She had asked them to come back, assuring Saira things would be all right for her, she would not stand in her way. Yet there had been no thanks for her generosity. No respect for her feelings.
    This date had become a way to prove she mattered. She existed.
    * * *
    Her intensity surprised him.
    So Little Miss Disapproving wasn’t such an iceberg after all. This evening promised to be fun.
    Her skin felt cool beneath his fingertips as he took her elbow. Zaheer glanced at her as he led her out of the hall through a side exit to avoid the excessive curiosity of the media.
    Why the whole stick-in-the-mud act? He breathed in the mixture of rose and jasmine in the scent she wore, acutely aware of the vibes she gave off in the slight tremor of her body, the pulse beating with betraying quickness at her neck as she looked at him as though he’d stolen something of hers.
    Whatever it is, honey, I’d love to give it back to you.
    A date that had been cancelled…a commitment he had been forced to back out of…and now he felt almost as keyed up as he had been on his first ever date with a girl.
    He hadn’t felt this strong surge of magnetic attraction in a long, long time. The immediate stirring of his libido, fuelled by the antagonism that spiced her reaction. He’d baited her, teased her. But she’d surprised him. All evening she had acted as if she’d rather hug a python than touch him with a ten-foot pole and then she had dropped the bombshell of wanting this date with him.
    Clever. But he knew enough about women by now that the about-turn didn’t totally surprise him. That air of vulnerability he’d glimpsed had thrown him a little off-track back there. But she’d proved she could handle herself. She’d given every bit as good as she got and even better.
    Verbally.
    And now he couldn’t wait for the action.
    If she’d changed her mind and had thrown away the ten-foot pole in order to sidle up to him…well, who was he to complain?
    Outside the towers that formed the hotel complex, they paused as a shiny black limo glided up to the kerb. The damp wind blew against them. Zaheer held her close, shielding her from the stray drops. He opened the car door for her and she slid in.
    * * *
    The interior of the limo was as plush as any she’d seen on the screen. A lime scent assailed her nostrils, the carpeted floor felt soft beneath her heels and the seats were sink-in luxurious. The interior light glinted on the wine glasses. Vishakha mouthed a wow silently. It definitely looked like something right out of the movies.
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