Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

A Slip Of The Tongue : Part 03

Shreya let out a heavy sigh as she pulled her shirt away from her body. It had to be at least a Sixty degrees outside and they were stuck traipsing through the desert. It had been a particularly annoying case and several of their suspects had already been charged with obstructing justice. Politicians were like that. Of course, since so many high profile people were involved, everyone had to watch what they said and did.

Daya studied the junior officer out of the corner of his eye as they trudged along. Somehow, their car had ended up with a slashed tire and of course it wasn't realized until after the rest of the team had already left. Shreya had pulled her hair up into a ponytail, exposing her neck. A few strands had already worked loose and wisped around her face. He definitely appreciated the way her damp shirt was clinging to her torso.

"This is all your fault," she grumbled. It was hard to be too angry with Daya. After all, he was providing some nice scenery. He had left his jacket and vest in the car. His sleeves were rolled up and he'd unbuttoned several shirt buttons. He looked like he should be on the cover of a damn romance novel. She, however, was not going to be swooning anytime soon.

"I guess it is," he answered with a lopsided grin. She paused and he chuckled at her stunned expression. He wasn't in the habit of often admitting his mistakes, but every so often it was fun to throw Shreya off. His eyes widened when she pulled her shirt over her head and revealed a small black tank top. He swallowed-his throat tight. Two could play at that game, and so he unbuttoned his shirt all the way and exposed his bare torso.

Two hours later, Daya waved to the truck driver who had picked them up. The man honked as he drove off in a cloud of dust. With a sigh of relief, they pushed open the front door of the hotel and were greeted by the raised eyebrows of their colleagues and a few shocked stares from the waiting witnesses.

"Did you two have fun?" Abhijeet asked with a slight smirk. Shreya groaned when she considered their appearance. Daya was practically shirtless and she was in a tiny tank top and they were both extremely sweaty. She was sure they provided a real professional appearance.

"The car has a slashed tire and the spare is in your SUV," Shreya answered with a glare. Abhijeet stopped smirking when Shreya threw her keys at him. "You can go fix it." Vineet shook his head when Nikhil looked at him. No way was he going back outside. It felt like a sauna.

"Daya Sir and I will be in the shower,"Shreya said tiredly not fully realizing her choice of words. Vineet squeaked. Purvi smacked him in the shoulder and tried to hide her smile. Flushing, Shreya glanced at the witnesses who were now staring at them with wide eyes.

"Hey Shreya? Can we use your shower? You do have the better body wash," Daya said with a childish grin. Shreya scowled.

“Very funny...... But I think it’s a good idea, join me. One more thing please thank Abhijeet Sir for the idea” Shreya said as she stalked off in a rush.

Daya grinned and turned to Abhijeet, “Thank you so much Abhijeet,” and left from there to join Shreya in the shower.

The End