Rebel Hard
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“It was only a fantasy,” she reminded herself softly. “For one night only.”
11
Uh-Oh… and Uh-Oh Again
Nayna was grateful for the work she had to clear if she wanted to take part of the morning off tomorrow. It kept her mind from wandering, and one particular project was so absorbing that she jumped when her cell phone vibrated with an incoming text message.
Taking a quick glance to make sure it wasn’t a client with an urgent request, she felt her heart kick.
We should go to lunch and have a proper talk. No point trying to make a decision about the rest of our lives based on two short meetings. That is, if you’re interested in my brain now. – Raj
Mouth dry and her blood roaring in her ears, Nayna stared at the phone for a long minute before carefully putting it aside and returning to work. She did not have the head space to deal with this. Also, how had he gotten her cell phone number anyway? Her parents? Tara?
When Ísa called not long afterward, Nayna spilled all. She also found herself telling her best friend that she was going to accept the lunch offer, though in truth, she wasn’t sure. She had no idea what Raj was up to, no idea what she wanted, and no idea what this would cost her.
Putting her head down, she continued to work, well aware she was avoiding the issue.
The shrill ring of her desk phone not long after ten interrupted her in the middle of a complex piece of work factoring in exchange rates and payments made across two continents. She should’ve already finished this, but she kept glancing at her cell phone, her head tangled up in a chaos of thoughts.
She picked up the receiver while frowning at a spreadsheet laid out across her wide screen. “Nayna Sharma,” she said even as her brain attempted to reconcile two figures. The client’s bookkeeping staff must’ve—
“Hello, Nayna.”
Her brain froze, her hand clenching on the receiver. That voice… Dark water cascading over her senses. A husky roughness in her ear. A pointed oh at the mention of parties and Nayna being a good girl.
Raj didn’t balk at her silence. “How many teaspoons of sugar was it?”
“Seven,” she said, finding her voice. “Why are you messaging and calling me? It’s protocol for the families to touch base.” She didn’t actually know if that was true, but it sounded right.
“Don’t you want to know?” A rumbling question that sounded serious. “Whether we could be something?”
Nayna’s hand curled on her desk, the temptation fierce. In her mind rang the advice she’d given her best friend just last night, right at the end of their conversation, while Nayna was hyperventilating in the bathroom.
I’ve played it safe my whole life, and now I feel like I’m going to shatter if I don’t spread my wings. Take a chance. Make that mistake. Even if it hurts… At least you’ll have lived instead of being driven by fear.
Strong words. True words. But could she take a chance this big?
“I told my parents no more introductions,” Raj said when she remained silent, his voice holding the dark intensity she’d noticed from their first meeting. “I also told them no interference.”
Her cell phone buzzed with an incoming text message. It was from her mother:
Raj’s parents called. It’s very strange, beta, but they said Raj will talk to you himself. It’s not how this is done, but I suppose he’s more modern. I think maybe he wants to talk properly to you—I told your father it’s the way things are now. Okay, tell us when he calls.
Nayna read the hope between the lines, and her heart hitched again. But she knew she couldn’t let her parents influence any decision she made. It was her time to live, her time to stretch her wings and fly out of the cage.
A sudden rush of sound from the other end of the phone line, including a voice calling Raj’s name. “I have to go. Site manager needs to talk to me. What’s your answer?”
It was strange, but his brusque bluntness made her relax. This man wouldn’t play games with her. If he broke her heart into a million pieces, it wouldn’t be done in malice. With her and Raj, all the cards would always be on the table… and maybe, just maybe, she shouldn’t cut off her nose to spite her face.
After all, she’d chosen him first, before her parents and his got involved in the matter. “I’ll meet you at one,” she said, her heart a pounding drumbeat.
* * *
Raj had intended to change his T-shirt at least before he arrived to meet Nayna, but an entire wall had threatened to go wrong at the site when an apprentice used the wrong size nail, and he’d spent precious time fixing the error so his builders could complete another part of the job without delay. As a result, he arrived at the nice little café in sophisticated Mount Eden, sweaty and with dust on his T-shirt and jeans. He didn’t notice his work boots were edged with dirt until he stepped out of his utility truck.
He had washed his face and hands and arms, but he definitely wasn’t in any state to be meeting the sexy and beautiful woman who was crossing the road to the café just as he walked up from another direction. She wasn’t wearing her glasses, had her hair up. Her skirt suit was stoplight red and hugged her body in all the right places—and he wasn’t the only male who had noticed.
He scowled at the blond man nearby who’d pursed his lips in a silent whistle. The guy shrugged sheepishly. “She’s hot, man. I can’t help my eyes.”
That too was true. Nayna wasn’t obvious in her sensuality, but it was there, a simmering ember below the surface that made a man want to unlock her, find out how her sleek body would move in bed, over him, under him. Her beauty was the same—not blatant and in your face, but quiet, lovely, changeable with her moods. He had the feeling he could look forever at her and be fascinated each and every time.
She hadn’t spotted him yet, her focus on avoiding being tripped up by a middle-aged lady with three dogs on leashes. Her lips, painted red to match her suit, curved as the tiny dogs attempted to bounce toward her rather than following their owner’s commands.
His body hardened. Those lips. Nayna had the most lush lips. “Try anything and I’ll break you in half,” he all but growled at the blond when the man looked like he was weighing up his chances.
The other man took a good look at Raj and threw up his hands before backing off. “Like I said, hot. You’re a lucky guy.”
Having successfully bypassed the hyperactive menaces on four legs, Nayna finished crossing the road and looked toward the café. Her smile faded when she spotted him waiting for her, to be replaced by a look he couldn’t read. It was only when she reached him that he remembered the height difference between them—and thought immediately of the dreams he’d had that involved lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist while he pressed her to a wall.
She’d be the perfect height then. Especially if she was naked.
Not that she was apt to be thinking of getting close to him at the present time. “Sorry about the gear,” he said with a wave at the state of his clothing. “I probably stink of sweat so we should sit outside.”
“You smell fine.” She tugged up the strap of her small purse. “But we can sit outside if you like. The sunshine’s not too much yet.”
He watched her mouth as she spoke even though it was a very bad idea. Nayna had a mouth that did things to him without even trying, made him want to act in ways primal and raw that he’d never previously considered.
11
Uh-Oh… and Uh-Oh Again
Nayna was grateful for the work she had to clear if she wanted to take part of the morning off tomorrow. It kept her mind from wandering, and one particular project was so absorbing that she jumped when her cell phone vibrated with an incoming text message.
Taking a quick glance to make sure it wasn’t a client with an urgent request, she felt her heart kick.
We should go to lunch and have a proper talk. No point trying to make a decision about the rest of our lives based on two short meetings. That is, if you’re interested in my brain now. – Raj
Mouth dry and her blood roaring in her ears, Nayna stared at the phone for a long minute before carefully putting it aside and returning to work. She did not have the head space to deal with this. Also, how had he gotten her cell phone number anyway? Her parents? Tara?
When Ísa called not long afterward, Nayna spilled all. She also found herself telling her best friend that she was going to accept the lunch offer, though in truth, she wasn’t sure. She had no idea what Raj was up to, no idea what she wanted, and no idea what this would cost her.
Putting her head down, she continued to work, well aware she was avoiding the issue.
The shrill ring of her desk phone not long after ten interrupted her in the middle of a complex piece of work factoring in exchange rates and payments made across two continents. She should’ve already finished this, but she kept glancing at her cell phone, her head tangled up in a chaos of thoughts.
She picked up the receiver while frowning at a spreadsheet laid out across her wide screen. “Nayna Sharma,” she said even as her brain attempted to reconcile two figures. The client’s bookkeeping staff must’ve—
“Hello, Nayna.”
Her brain froze, her hand clenching on the receiver. That voice… Dark water cascading over her senses. A husky roughness in her ear. A pointed oh at the mention of parties and Nayna being a good girl.
Raj didn’t balk at her silence. “How many teaspoons of sugar was it?”
“Seven,” she said, finding her voice. “Why are you messaging and calling me? It’s protocol for the families to touch base.” She didn’t actually know if that was true, but it sounded right.
“Don’t you want to know?” A rumbling question that sounded serious. “Whether we could be something?”
Nayna’s hand curled on her desk, the temptation fierce. In her mind rang the advice she’d given her best friend just last night, right at the end of their conversation, while Nayna was hyperventilating in the bathroom.
I’ve played it safe my whole life, and now I feel like I’m going to shatter if I don’t spread my wings. Take a chance. Make that mistake. Even if it hurts… At least you’ll have lived instead of being driven by fear.
Strong words. True words. But could she take a chance this big?
“I told my parents no more introductions,” Raj said when she remained silent, his voice holding the dark intensity she’d noticed from their first meeting. “I also told them no interference.”
Her cell phone buzzed with an incoming text message. It was from her mother:
Raj’s parents called. It’s very strange, beta, but they said Raj will talk to you himself. It’s not how this is done, but I suppose he’s more modern. I think maybe he wants to talk properly to you—I told your father it’s the way things are now. Okay, tell us when he calls.
Nayna read the hope between the lines, and her heart hitched again. But she knew she couldn’t let her parents influence any decision she made. It was her time to live, her time to stretch her wings and fly out of the cage.
A sudden rush of sound from the other end of the phone line, including a voice calling Raj’s name. “I have to go. Site manager needs to talk to me. What’s your answer?”
It was strange, but his brusque bluntness made her relax. This man wouldn’t play games with her. If he broke her heart into a million pieces, it wouldn’t be done in malice. With her and Raj, all the cards would always be on the table… and maybe, just maybe, she shouldn’t cut off her nose to spite her face.
After all, she’d chosen him first, before her parents and his got involved in the matter. “I’ll meet you at one,” she said, her heart a pounding drumbeat.
* * *
Raj had intended to change his T-shirt at least before he arrived to meet Nayna, but an entire wall had threatened to go wrong at the site when an apprentice used the wrong size nail, and he’d spent precious time fixing the error so his builders could complete another part of the job without delay. As a result, he arrived at the nice little café in sophisticated Mount Eden, sweaty and with dust on his T-shirt and jeans. He didn’t notice his work boots were edged with dirt until he stepped out of his utility truck.
He had washed his face and hands and arms, but he definitely wasn’t in any state to be meeting the sexy and beautiful woman who was crossing the road to the café just as he walked up from another direction. She wasn’t wearing her glasses, had her hair up. Her skirt suit was stoplight red and hugged her body in all the right places—and he wasn’t the only male who had noticed.
He scowled at the blond man nearby who’d pursed his lips in a silent whistle. The guy shrugged sheepishly. “She’s hot, man. I can’t help my eyes.”
That too was true. Nayna wasn’t obvious in her sensuality, but it was there, a simmering ember below the surface that made a man want to unlock her, find out how her sleek body would move in bed, over him, under him. Her beauty was the same—not blatant and in your face, but quiet, lovely, changeable with her moods. He had the feeling he could look forever at her and be fascinated each and every time.
She hadn’t spotted him yet, her focus on avoiding being tripped up by a middle-aged lady with three dogs on leashes. Her lips, painted red to match her suit, curved as the tiny dogs attempted to bounce toward her rather than following their owner’s commands.
His body hardened. Those lips. Nayna had the most lush lips. “Try anything and I’ll break you in half,” he all but growled at the blond when the man looked like he was weighing up his chances.
The other man took a good look at Raj and threw up his hands before backing off. “Like I said, hot. You’re a lucky guy.”
Having successfully bypassed the hyperactive menaces on four legs, Nayna finished crossing the road and looked toward the café. Her smile faded when she spotted him waiting for her, to be replaced by a look he couldn’t read. It was only when she reached him that he remembered the height difference between them—and thought immediately of the dreams he’d had that involved lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist while he pressed her to a wall.
She’d be the perfect height then. Especially if she was naked.
Not that she was apt to be thinking of getting close to him at the present time. “Sorry about the gear,” he said with a wave at the state of his clothing. “I probably stink of sweat so we should sit outside.”
“You smell fine.” She tugged up the strap of her small purse. “But we can sit outside if you like. The sunshine’s not too much yet.”
He watched her mouth as she spoke even though it was a very bad idea. Nayna had a mouth that did things to him without even trying, made him want to act in ways primal and raw that he’d never previously considered.
