Page 44 of Right Where I Belong
When dinner ended and he pulled up outside her building, he got out and opened the car door for her. The night air wrapped around them like a secret. She turned to say goodnight, but he gently reached for her hand and brought it to his lips.
“I’m going to wait for your answer,” he said against her skin. “Don’t make me wait too long, beautiful.”
Her breath hitched. For a second, her hand hesitated in his. And then—God—her fingers reached up and brushed lightly against his jaw. Just the barest whisper of a touch that shattered something inside him. And then, almost as if catching herself, she dropped her hand, turned, and rushed inside the lobby of her building.
He didn’t move. Just watched her disappear behind the glass door, his heart pounding in his chest.
One touch.
That was all it had taken for his entire body to heat up. The ghost of her fingers on his jaw lingered like a kiss, and his chest... it ached in that raw, unfamiliar way he’d been trying to ignore since she’d run from his bed.
He exhaled shakily. What the hell was she doing to him?
He got back into the car but didn’t start it right away. Instead, he gripped the steering wheel with both hands as if it would help him anchor himself.
Sabrina hadn’t said yes. She hadn’t said no either. But it was enough.
Aditya Wahi had never waited on anyone before. Never chased. Never needed to.
But now?
Now he had something worth waiting for.
Something worth chasing.
Something that just might ruin him.
And he couldn’t wait to be ruined by her.
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Another gift had arrived this evening. Six pairs of black lace panties, folded delicately inside a white box tied with a gold ribbon. The moment she lifted the lid and saw them, Sabrina froze. Heat flushed her skin, and her breath hitched.
They were scandalously soft, luxurious to the touch, and impossible to mistake for anything other than what they were: a reminder ofthatnight. Of how he’d torn hers off like a man who’d lost control. How she’d let him. How she hadn’t even thought to stop him.
A note sat on top, written in his now-familiar scrawl.
I owe you these for tearing off yours…
—A
She clutched the note to her chest, her heart clenching. Shauna peeked over her shoulder and let out a low whistle as she looked inside the box. “Agent Provocateur. Nice. Gotta give the man points for taste.”
Sabrina snapped the box closed. “Stop being on his side.”
Shauna laughed. “You returned from your date three nights ago and still haven’t given him a reply. Meanwhile, he’s been sending you gift after gift. Thoughtful, expensive, sexy ones. Ofcourse, I’m on his side. And don’t forget, I know him, and I like him. He’s a good person.”
Sabrina sighed and sat back on the edge of her bed, the box balanced on her lap. Her gaze flicked to the nightstand where the notes from the other gifts lay stacked in a neat pile, each one a silent reminder of the effect he still had on her mind and body.
The day after their date, he’d sent her a tub of Belgian chocolate ice cream with a note that readI love chocolate too. Now you know one more thing about me.
The next day, a pair of black heels with red soles had arrived. Even with her limited knowledge of brands, she recognized the name Christian Louboutin. Surprisingly, they’d fit her perfectly. The note had readI’ve never cared about a woman’s shoes before, but I saw these and knew they’d look gorgeous on you. So, high heels on you? That’s my new favorite thing.
An emerald green dress had arrived next. Silky. Sexy. Strapless, ankle length and flowy. It had fit her like a dream. It’s note had saidGreen is my favorite color. See, you’re getting to know me better now.
Her lips curved as she stared at the box in her lap, her heart beating hard. Aditya Wahi was wooing her. And like a fool, she was loving every second of the flirtation, the tension, and the intoxicating high of being desired by him.
Shauna opened the box again, plucked another note from it, and handed it to her. “I think you missed this.”
