That's all it was supposed to be. Her. Him. Pleasure. And then a fast goodbye.
He's a stranger. And yet, He's not.
I know he'll feel like pleasure and passion, even before he touches me.
I know he'll demand more than I want to give, and yet, because...
I woke up next morning and forwarded my hand to the night stand for phone and checked the time, And so it was 9:00 a.m huh I woke up late again.
I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the lights I put the heater temperature on warm and stood inside
I got a towel and wrapped around it myself. I made my way to closet . I was wearing a long light grey blazer over a white halter top and her skirt matched her jacket and stopped mid thigh
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I hurry to the coffee shop I grind to a halt outside the glass door When I spot Karan.
'Moment of truth. Teju it's just an interview request nothing you haven't done before.Be normal no need to bring out your weird self infront on him Just go and tell him you need an interview Yes you can do it!!!' I gave myself a little prep talk before I entered the cafe.
His eyes travels the coffee shop as though looking for someone. His gaze lands right on me.
I give my hair flip and stride confidently inside. Karan smile as I enter.
'You're late.'
'Excuse me?'
'We said same time. And you're late by 5 minutes. The Little Pep talk you gave yourself outside cost you.'
Mine pulse slutters. His lips tilt in a challenge, reminding me of the karan i met yesterday. The Karan who has no idea of who you really are, and who happens to hate reporters
'Wow.No response ? What happened to the fiery stranger I met yesterday? Mujhe woh pasand thi '
'Hum yaha terms of apology discuss karne aaye hein na? Toh, Why are we focussing on my tardiness?'
'Kyuki that's the first rule of negotiation Humesha jaldi aana'
'Karan I didn't know this was a negotiation'
'I have a feeling you are good at it.'
There's something magnetic about his gaze fixing me in place A shaky breath fills my lungs
He might not respect my profession but maybe he will respect me Toh mein yeh interview le sakti hu.
'Come on. Don't tell me you're going to give the upper hand that easily.'
'Oh Karan.'
I Put my hand on his arm and give it a condescending squeeze. I can feel his coiled strength beneath his tailored suit.
'Let me make one thing clear. We're here on my terms. Remember? I pick the time. Not you. Now I believe you had something to say to me?'
