Over the next two months, Armaan was in newfound heaven. He was more than stunned at the chemistry between Mia and himself. He didn’t understand how she’d thought she was frigid or less than perfect, or whatever nonsense that had been fed to her by her poisonous late husband. All that he knew was she was damn perfect, in every fucking sense! He only had to look at her for her to spontaneously combust. Over the years, he’d been with many women, more than one at a time, enjoying their company on and off the bedroom. But what he had with Mia was unmatched. Once she got over her shyness, she was willing to try anything, anywhere. He recalled the mind-blowing sex after he’d taken her paragliding, right in his car; he had been blown away. Sometimes, he still couldn’t believe how deceptive her prim demeanor was. He was thankful he was the only one who got to see the sex goddess side of her.
While she shared her body with him uninhibitedly, she refused to allow him to help her financially. One lazy evening, he’d suggested he buy her business out. What followed had been two days of glaring and muttering. He had to finally apologize and promise he wouldn’t give her any financial help or expensive gifts; finally, she’d relented. Even now, when he was supposed to be with his friends, he was busy thinking about her. So much so, it didn’t escape his friends’ notice.
“So, what’s with you and Mia?” Arjun finally asked what had been in their minds. The boys had come out for a drink after a long time.
“What do you mean?” He narrowed his gaze at the ex-army man.
“You know what I mean. Off late during dinners, even during our trek last week I noticed how you are with her.” Arjun stared back, refusing to back down.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” Armaan drank from his beer bottle after retorting to Arjun.
“It is! You forget I have access to information. I’ve made it my business. She’s a special woman. You might be my best friend, but you hurt her, you have to deal with me! Believe me when I say you don’t want that.”
“Hold on, guys! Talk it out civilly, you two.” Neil shook his head in disgust.
“You may have access to information, but you don’t know anything. Hurting her is the last thing I want to do. She’s special, more than you know. I knew her from long back and we still have the connection that I felt all those years back. I want to see where this goes. Until then, I’d appreciate it if you keep this to yourselves and not tattle to your wives.”
Arjun continued to glare at Armaan for a few more seconds before abruptly nodding. They continued to chat for a half-hour before going their separate ways.
Armaan looked at his watch. He knew Mia would be in her restaurant for another hour. Despite that, he asked his chauffeur to drop him at her restaurant.
Tom smiled at him. “She’s inside, doing the prep for tomorrow.”
Armaan nodded and quickly went in after sanitizing his hands. He was immediately hit by the smell of cake batter - vanilla, chocolate, and sugar. Fragrances he always associated with his Mia.
Mia had a spring in her step and a perpetual smile on her face these days. She couldn’t believe Armaan wanted her even after two months. If he was the same man who she’d known, two months was a record for him. Her face flushed when she thought about all that he did and made her do. He was wicked! There simply wasn’t anything he wasn’t willing to try. Yet, he was patient and non-judgmental if she hesitated, taking time to draw her out of her shell. She was beyond touched at his understanding.
Mia startled and gave a small yelp when she felt Armaan’s arms go around her waist. Immediately, she felt his presence around her, the unique, citrus fragrance hitting her nostrils. “Hello.” Her voice came out in a breathless whisper.
“Hi, yourself. Done for the day?” He nuzzled the side of her neck.
“Hmm...what? Oh, my day. Yeah, almost.” She realized she was speaking in fragmented sentences. Even after two months, whenever Armaan touched her, she lost her ability to think. Her brain simply short-circuited, anticipating his next touch.
He noticed she had been beating the frosting for her cakes. Placing his hands over hers, he threaded his fingers between her smaller, softer ones. Armaan felt his body react when he heard her soft gasp. Even at his simple touch, she came alive. At that moment, he felt like he was the luckiest man alive.
“Arm...maan. This is my kitchen; Tom could come in anytime.”
“Hmm hmm.” He dipped his finger into the frosting and smeared some on her neck.
“Armaan!” She whisper-yelled. “This isn’t the place.” Mia started squirming, when he licked the frosting off her skin.
“Hmm hmm.” He dipped his index finger again and took it to her lips, silently urging her to open.
“No, we can…” He slipped his sticky finger into her mouth, not listening to her half-hearted protests. When she instinctively closed her mouth around his finger, he hissed and let out an expletive.
“Wha..?”
“Do it. Suck my finger.” She blushed at his command and complied. The third time he made a noise, she turned around to drag him upstairs. Only, he dragged her instead to the wall next to the closed door.
“This is my kitchen. Are you serious?” Her eyes rounded in shock.
“Can’t wait.” Armaan bit out before kissing her hard, effectively stopping whatever protests she had. His hands worked furiously to adjust both their clothing. Within a minute, he was inside her, uncaring anyone could open the door and come in. “We have to be fast.” He murmured after starting to move inside her.
Mia’s head hit the wall and her eyes rolled back at his movements. She felt the familiar tingle when he hit her sweet spot. When his fingers also joined in, within minutes, she saw stars beneath her eyes.
“God, I can’t believe this.” She felt him gently lowering her to the ground and stumbled when her legs almost felt like jelly.
“Easy.” He whispered.
