Serving Pleasure (Pleasure Series Book 2) by Alisha Rai

Author:Alisha Rai [Rai, Alisha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-06-12T04:00:00+00:00

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“You’re tense tonight.”

Rana rolled her neck. “Sorry.” She was draped on the couch again, on her stomach, her head lying on her stacked arms.

His stool scraped across the floor. He did that a lot. When he wasn’t moving her, he was moving himself. He studied her from every angle with an absorption she might have found unnerving from someone else. With Micah, she was fascinated.

“Did you have a bad day at work?”

Oh thank God. She still hadn’t determined if he actually liked talking to her, or if he had figured out she loved babbling and simply wanted her relaxed. Part of her didn’t care. She’d take any excuse to spill out her feels. “Had to boot some assholes out during dinner tonight. They were harassing the staff.”

“They harassed you?”

The cool menace in the question made her smile. Aw. “Not really. Probably ’cause they knew I wouldn’t take their shit. They said some stuff to Jyoti. The girl who brought you to the back office that day you came to see me.”

He made an immediate disgusted noise, soothing her. “Assholes, indeed.”

“Nothing new. Asshole’s gonna ass.”

“How poetic.”

She sighed. “I’m not torn up over it. Sometimes I don’t mind playing bouncer. Gets my aggression out in a healthy manner.”

“So if it’s not that, then what has your back all knotted up like this?”

She raised an eyebrow. The man was like Sherlock when it came to how attuned he was to body language. “Meh.” She rubbed her cheek against her arm. “I’m kind of annoyed at my sister. We’re opening a second location.”

“You had mentioned that.”

“It’s a smaller space, more like a bistro rather than a full sit-down restaurant. It was supposed to be another revenue stream, like our catering business.” She pursed her lips, the tension headache reappearing at the base of her skull. “All it’s been is an exercise in my sisters ignoring me.” Rana realized she sounded like a pouty child.

She didn’t care.

“That other woman at the restaurant, when I came to see you. That was your sister? You share some similarities.”

“Because we’re brown?” she snarked. Leena was almost a foot shorter than her and both she and Devi took after their mother, while Rana looked way more like their dad.

“No,” he responded calmly. “Because your nose is distinctive.”

Instinctually, she covered her nose, her least favorite of her features. “It’s not that noticeable.”

“It’s not noticeable, but it is distinctive. You share it. You both also have the same hands.”

She pulled her hand away from her face and studied it. The fingers were long, the nails medium length and painted a vibrant orange.

It was a hand. Didn’t all hands look the same?

Riiip. Micah was creating a hefty stack of sketches. After she left, he’d pick them up and tidy them into a pile on one of his workbenches. While she was there, they pooled all over the floor like discarded pieces of her.

“Stay like that, please.”

“Who the hell notices things like hands and noses when they first meet someone?” she mused, talking to her hand.

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