we look at each other and we smile that smile like a secret we share we both know we've found what the whole world is searching for.
"THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU, MY HEART WHISPERED: "THAT'S THE ONE"
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AGASTYA MUKHERJE...
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Oh my God.
He stands and walks around to my side of the desk and holds his hand out to shake mine. "Agastya Mukherjee"
It's him, the layover guy who never asked for my number. I stare at him as my brain completely misfires.
I can't believe this. He's the fucking CEO?
" saanvi, tell Mr. Mukherjee is all about yourself," riya says, as if to prompt me to speak.
"Oh." I catch myself and shake his hand. "I'm Saanvi dutta."
His hand is strong and warm, and I'm instantly reminded how it felt on my skin. I pull my hand out of his grip as if he's given me an electric shock.
His mischievous eyes hold mine, and he keeps his face straight. "Welcome to Mukherjee press," he says calmly.
"Thanks," I croak. I look over at riya. Oh God, does she know I'm a dirty-talking whore bag who fucked our boss's boss's boss?
"I'll take it from here, riya. Saanvi will be out in a moment," Mr. Mukherjee states.
Riya frowns and looks over at me. "I'll just-"
"Wait outside," he says as he dismisses her.
Shit.
"Yes, sir," she says as she scurries for the door. It closes behind her, and I drag my eyes back to him.
He's tall, with dark hair, and he's wearing the most perfectly fitted navy suit in the history of all suits. His blue eyes hold mine. "Hello, Saanvi."
I twist my fingers in front of myself nervously. "Hi."
He never asked for your number.
Screw him.
I tilt my chin to the ceiling as I act brave. I didn't want him to call me anyway and i have a boyfriend just to breathe saanvi just breathe.
His eyes blaze, and he rests his behind on his desk and crosses his feet in front of him. I glance down at his shoes. I remember those pretentious expensive shoes.
"Given any poor unsuspecting travel companions hickeys lately?" he asks.
Oh hell on a broomstick-he remembers. I feel my face flush with embarrassment. I can't believe I did that. Shit, shit, shit. "Yes, just last night, actually." I pause for effect. "On my flight here."
His jaw clenches, and he raises his eyebrow, unimpressed.
"So you're not agastya i know?" I ask.
"To some people I'm agastya."
"Women you pick up for one-night stands, you mean."
He crosses his arms in front of him as if annoyed. "What's with the attitude?"
