The Surprise Bollywood Baby by Tara Pammi

Author:Tara Pammi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2020-11-23T12:40:24+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

“CAN I HAVE my fiancée back now?”

The gravelly voice at her back made Zara’s spine tingle. Sensation washed over her skin, as if her every cell recognized the warmth emanating from the man behind her.

Apparently, her errant fiancé didn’t even have to touch her for her body to start melting into a wanton puddle.

The choreographer’s assistant froze. Even as she tried to control it, her mouth twitched at the man’s horrified expression that he’d been caught mooning over their grumpy director’s fiancée. Virat took another mostly non-menacing step, and the younger man let go of her so fast that she stumbled back, her legs nothing more than mush after three hours of dance practice.

His arm reaching out around her waist, Virat caught her easily. As if seeing the mother ship, her body fell neatly against his, sending all kinds of happy signals to her brain. Her heart thudded in her chest, her entire body trembling for a completely different reason now. Zara knew she should step away from the warm weight of his fingers over the bare skin of her waist.

Being near him and not having him, and pretending like she had him while he rejected her and went off to play with his numerous exes was already driving her bonkers.

But the greedy sponge that she was, she couldn’t. Her shoulder leaning into his chest, his hard thigh pressed against hers. He was a thoroughly masculine presence she wanted to drown in.

God, where was this chemistry when she’d wanted it with another man? Why did she react like this to, of all people, the one complicated man she didn’t understand? The one man who felt he was beyond her reach forever?

The poor assistant’s face stayed in an awkward smile and then he backed away from both of them without turning. As if presenting Virat with his back might be an unnecessary risk.

Zara picked up a fresh towel and pressed it to her face. The coolness of the wet towel felt like heaven against her flushed face. But nothing could help corral the fluttering butterflies in her belly. Or the heightened anticipation that prickled across every inch of her skin.

She wasn’t going to act like a clingy fiancée. She wasn’t going to behave like a hormonal teenager whose teenage crush had turned out to be a total flop. She wasn’t going to...

“I’m not going to disappear if you simply mutter things under that towel, shahzadi.”

Zara mumbled, “Go away,” before she realized she was doing exactly what he’d said. She pulled the towel away and redid her lopsided bun on top of her head. Virat’s gaze swept over her in a quick survey, and when it met hers, it was warm and made something gooey erupt in her belly.

Dear God, wasn’t she a little old for gooey things to happen anywhere in her body?

His white linen shirt, unbuttoned halfway down as if just for her, gave her a peek at those tight pecs and the sparse, soft chest hair she loved running her fingers over.

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