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strange than a woman who caresses leather like it is the skin of the man she desires?’ he said in a low sexy rumble that went straight to her tummy.
    The sensual connotation he’d placed on the gesture made the ground shift beneath her feet.
    She switched to flippancy, batting her lashes at him. ‘Well, since I’m not allowed to touch
you
, the leather is a convenient replacement!’ She looked at him and saw again something flash in his eyes in response to her daring. What was it? Desire to get even? What form of a reckoning would it be? Punishment or… pleasure?
    Crazy girl. You’re in way over your depth!
    But she wasn’t going to back down now. Oh no. Her heart thudded as she gave in to the desire to taste the freedom she hadn’t allowed herself for so long. The old Saira, the Saira, reckless and free, was finally escaping the confines she had been kept in.
    She gave him a challenging smile and turned to go but a large hand closed around her arm, effectively stopping her in her tracks. ‘You’re taking too many liberties. Be careful of waking the sleeping lion, Sehgal.’
    ‘Or what would happen?’ she asked innocently, something triggered inside by that stuffy warning that wouldn’t be suppressed. ‘He starts hunting little girls like me?’ She widened her eyes, showing pseudo alarm. ‘Should I hide?’
    His eyes narrowed. ‘You really are beginning to try my patience. You know it, don’t you? Then know this too. Little girls who cross the line invite punishments they shouldn’t whine about afterwards.’
    ‘Darling,’
she stepped closer and smoothed a hand over the soft cotton of his shirt and threw back her head to look up at him, ‘—you know what? I can’t wait!’ she declared breathlessly.
    Beneath her deliberate mockery was the distinct smell of a dare. Looking down at her upturned face, Rihaan was tempted to kiss that pout that practically begged him, tension knotting his abdomen as he kept looking into those dark eyes. He was aware of the changing atmosphere and yet for the moment he ignored it.
    It was either kiss her or—
    ‘Have it your way.’ He turned her by the arm and his palm contacted her backside with a satisfying whack. She yelped.
    ‘Enough for now?’ He attempted to look severe, but amusement at her aghast expression tugged at his mouth.
    ‘Oh that was…’ she sputtered.
    ‘Well-deserved?’ He raised his eyebrows.
    She scooted away from him. But at the door, safely out of his reach, she recovered and struck a pose, leaning her arm on the door jamb and throwing back her head. ‘Use me, abuse me but never ever refuse me.’ She blew him a lusty kiss, looking so overblown that his crack of laughter resounded in the room. She grinned back like an imp.
    ‘God, I’ve got a drama queen on my hands.’ He rolled his eyes.
    ‘You wound me,
don
, I’m just your little
jangli billi
, a wildcat.’
    ‘Wildcat, my—’ He took a step forward and she slipped out, her laughter echoing back to him.
    Irrepressible minx!
Just you wait…
    He caught himself up, halfway to the door. What the hell was he doing, grinning away like an idiot? Hadn’t he better things to do?
    Saira unpacked her things. Coffee had been brewed and taken, along with the sandwiches. Then all businesslike, Rihaan had indicated to her the location of his home theatre system for her to entertain herself. He told her the cleaner would be in tomorrow since he hadn’t been expected back till tomorrow. ‘Hope you can make your bed. There will be clean sheets in the laundry cupboard on your floor.’ Then he’d disappeared into his den.
    The episode of the morning tickled her funny bone. She hoped she haunted him in the den. Having made the bed, she wandered restlessly from room to room. Soon the familiar dead feeling crept back over her.
    This was worse than being at Vishakha’s. At least she’d been able to play with Aragham and even go for a walk along the beach. Now time sat heavy on her hands. She