Beloved || ArShi FF Book

04 || Vehement Desires

Ten, nine, eight, seven, oh she couldn't. She looked up at him. He was standing with his back towards her. His broad shoulders, his perfect back, and his well shaped rear. Khushi couldn't keep her eyes off. Her boss dressed in tuxedo was the sexiest man she had come across. It had been six months, now. She had been working as his personal assistant.

Initially it was just swooning and stealing glances at him. But, after what had happened in the party last week Khushi was driven by frenzy. She has never felt so strong a lust. His huge hands. His deep dark eyes. His rough, yet perfect stubble. She shut her eyes once again. From the past ten minutes she had been doing this in loop. Trying desperately to look anywhere but at him. Khushi was sure she would be damned. Her thoughts had never been so wild. All she wanted to feel was– him! Shit No. Once again she was looking at him.

Her eyes met his when he turned swiftly walking closer. How she wished he'd just come against her now. God, she should apply for leave on days when she was PMSing. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. "Good morning Sir."

"Morning, Khushi." He stared at her. She just seemed to be growing beautiful by the day. His gaze landed on her light pink lips. Oh no! Was he at work? Yes. Why? He took in a sharp breath moving close to her. He clearly couldn't forget that evening, whatever had happened in the party. He wanted more proximity, like they had in that evening. Like his strong liking for her nature wasn't enough that he had begun liking her body. Not to forget the way it responded to his touch.

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"Can I have a dance?" He asked leaning sidewards as she was intently watching the dancing couples. Khushi looked at him surprised. Her boss was asking her for a dance. Jeez, had he been hearing her thoughts or something?

"Isn't it too much? There's media out here. "

"Rest assured no crappy rumors will be out."

"Too much for a professional .."

"Personal.." He said slipping his hand between them to hold hers. She parted her lips at the sudden warmth that her tiny cold hand hand felt.

"You're my personal assistant. Dance isn't a big deal."

"Mr. Raizaada, you'll find a better partner. I am not the kind..." She said unsurely. God she was so fluttered inside. How she wished to accept the dance. But she wanted to make it clear, she wasn't the one night kinda girl. Seeing his eyes filled with the sensual kind of shine she made it clear.

"I am not taking you to bed. It's the dance floor."

Khushi widened her eyes . Simultaneously a blush crept up her cheeks. "Ah..I didn't mean.." She mumbled, inwardly glad he got the implication.

"Shall we?"

"Don't fire me if I don't dance good enough!" She muttered quickly.

He chuckled. This woman had that thing that made him very comfortable around her. He felt like he was home when he was with her.