They made it to the bar in record time, Kabir’s security following them in another car. He pulled a ballcap down, low over his forehead, and shrugged his jacket close, keeping his face down as they were ushered into the crowded space.
The minute they entered, Daksh’s gaze scanned the area for her. He found her in less than a second and his heart stopped.
She was heart-stoppingly gorgeous, a fact that most of the men in the room had noticed. Her hair, her glorious mane of hair, was gone. But the shorter, edgier look was bloody sexy. And that was before you took in the tiny, glittery, silver mini dress she wore with six inch heels that could skewer a man through his beating heart.
None of that was as shocking though as the fact that Vedika Thakkar, his Mouse, was dancing on top of a bar counter.
“Kabs.” Kimaya appeared beside a shell shocked Kabir. “I’m trying to get her off the bar but I can’t. She won’t listen and I’m worried some people will take videos of her. Chachu will kill me.”
“I am going to kill you,” Kabir said roughly, starting towards the bar.
“Kabir.” Daksh stopped him with a hand to his chest. “Let me.”
Kabir’s dark gaze met his for a moment, assessing, and then he nodded. “I’m right here, if you need me.”
Daksh left the siblings to argue in angry whispers and walked up to where Vedika was doing a surprisingly sensuous hip twirl. He stopped in front of the bar and wrapped his hand around her slim ankle, his thumb going to caress her shin gently.
“Don’t touch me!” Her eyes flew open and she glared down at him. A second…a second was all it took for those alcohol sozzled eyes to register his presence, to realise who was touching her.
And then she smiled.
Fuck his life. This…This was trouble. Big, big trouble.
“Let’s go, Mouse.” he said, his voice rough with unchecked emotion.
Her smile widened as she knelt on the bar counter, bringing her face to eye level with him.
“With you?” she asked, her voice husky and low.
The sound of it shot straight to his groin.
“With me,” he confirmed, grabbing her and hauling her into his arms.
She laughed, wrapping her legs around her waist and her arms around his neck, those soft, plump lips of hers inches away from his.
“Perfect. ‘Not Vedika’ finally gets what she wants.”
“Who or what the fuck is a ‘Not Vedika’?” He shouldered a drunk guy out of the way as he navigated the crowded space with her clinging to him like a baby monkey.
“Someone who is not boring, not stupid, not a,” she made air quotes with one hand, clinging to him with the other, “waste of space.”
Her soft breasts pressed against his chest as she nuzzled into him, forcing him to swallow a groan.
“Not Vedika is someone you’d like.”
“Is she?”
In response, she leaned over and licked his neck. Daksh cursed as he stumbled, almost dropping her. Shock coursed through him as one of her hands slipped down, way down, and gripped him through his pants. Daksh squirmed, dislodging her hand and almost losing his grip on her. With great difficulty, he held on to her and didn’t drop her on her butt.
“Behave,” he said, sternly.
“No,” she replied sweetly, before closing the gap between them and kissing him.
CHAPTER 29
VEDIKA
For years,Vedika had wondered what all the fuss was about when it came to men. Where were the fireworks exploding, the violins playing, the tingling in your blood? For years, she’d searched for it and found nothing…She’d secretly wondered if maybe she preferred women instead? But nope, no tingling there either.
