Bootie and the Beast by Falguni Kothari

Author:Falguni Kothari [Kothari, Falguni]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-944048-07-5
Publisher: Falguni Kothari

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“Goodness me, Krish. You look like one of those gargoyles one finds on top of castles in Transylvania,” Diya said, sauntering past Krish with a patently fake smile plastered on her face.

Though he wanted to growl at her—and do other things much worse—Krish clenched his jaw tight and methodically locked the door for the night, the resounding clicks adding to the deafening chaos in his head. He punched in the night alarm, breathing in and out with slow, deliberate care.

He followed Diya into the kitchen, where she was concocting her overnight mask. He watched as she took out a bottle of chilled cucumber juice from the fridge and squeezed some into a bowl. A dollop of aloe vera gel, fresh lemon juice, olive oil, and some crushed ice followed, and she began to whip it all up with a fork.

Being insulted and then rudely dismissed sparked his already-simmering temper.

“What the hell did you mean by kissing him? You’ve known him for less than half a second, and you let him plant one on you? Christ, Diya. When will you learn some restraint? How much do you want to bet that he’s messaging his friends as we speak and gloating about kissing Beauty Mathur? Do you even know what he’s thinking right now?”

All evening, he’d been in agony. Seeing her ride away on the Harley with that man, imagining, wondering about things he had no business thinking about. God. What was wrong with him?

“I do not. What is he thinking, Krish?” Her eyes flashed, and the crushed ice in the bowl had transferred into her voice. She set the bowl aside on the kitchen counter and crossed her arms across her chest, making the soft pink leather of her jacket stretch over her girlie biceps and shapely shoulders. “What do you think Neil is thinking? Tell me, Krish, what would you think if you’d been in his shoes tonight?”

That I wouldn’t have stopped at one kiss. I would have bent you over the bike and—

Appalled, Krish cut off the thought but couldn’t delete the image it had spawned in his head. It spread through him like fire. His hands, his whole body itched to fulfill the promise of that picture.

He took a gulp of the whiskey, holding the glass like a lifeline with both hands. He would not lose control, not in any aspect of his life. He could not allow it.

“Tell me, Krish. Tell me what you think of me.”

Why wasn’t she calling him Beast? He positively felt like one now.

“You know what I think,” he rasped out. God, he sounded hard, harsh … insane. He cleared his throat.

She shook her head. “No, I don’t know. What do you think of me, Krish? What do you think about me? Who am I to you? What am I to you? Tell me.”

He took another gulp and felt his lungs burn as wildly as his blood. Her wide, smoky eyes went wider at his actions. Did he remind her of his father? He was on his second glass today, past his self-imposed limit.

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